"Qianxun, Qianxun..." someone called her.
Cheng Qianxun originally thought she was dreaming, but in her dream, Pluto's voice was familiar to her.
Opening her eyes, she immediately became happy: "Sneed" Sneijder and three other teammates appeared in the study room.
Sneijder was next to the sofa where she was lying, while other teammates were sitting on other chairs or sofas with books and reading.
Cheng Qianxun looked around, feeling like he was in a dream with mixed emotions: "Is everyone okay?"
"Well, fortunately, my memory has been restored."
Regel sat on the sofa with an open book in his hand.
With a bit of helplessness: "You got me through again this time.
I really got it.
I won't be able to see you anymore."
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Rudolf's lips: "I won't be shameless, I will just make mistakes."
"Don't dream."
Sneijder hugged Cheng Qianxun fiercely and said in a very domineering manner: "Qianxun is my fiancée.
No one is allowed to take her away.
When I lose my memory, I can ignore it and just treat it as everyone else."
She's dreaming.
But if anyone dares to take advantage of her when she wakes up, I will fight him to the death."
"Yes, very fighting spirit."
Gordon nodded in approval: "If you don't want Cheng, we will rush to get it."
Cheng Qianxun was immediately amused.
For such a long time, these teammates had been like brothers, talking freely.
She asked four more teammates about the situation.
When the sandstorm came, Cheng Qianxun did not hide alone.
Instead, he stood there facing the sandstorm.
Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves and couldn't pull her away.
When the wind blew, many people were blown away.
The four teammates were also blown into the air by the wind.
Just when they thought their lives were at risk, the wind stopped and they stood between a bright light and white clouds.
And the darkness, night, and dust all around. . .
Everything disappeared, and as the scene disappeared, their memories all came back.
The five people were scratched to some extent by flying sand and rocks in the sandstorm.
So it was divided by Raphael, and everyone had an identical study room to rest and read.
"I didn't expect that many mythological stories come from Sumerian mythology."
Regel spoke out what everyone felt.
"But why do we need to know this?"
The book in Gordon's hand was of course a fairy tale from somewhere.
Don't talk about him, no one knew why.
"I want you to understand that maybe what you know is not the reality."
Raphael suddenly appeared in the study and said with a smile: "There are people here who have the most prejudice against heaven."
Cheng Qianxun looked at him coldly: "Sudden appearance will scare people to death.
I hope you don't develop such a habit."
"Haha.
The gods in heaven are actually the same as the gods in mythology.
They also have bad habits, and their own temperaments are just like those in the underworld."
Raphael did not have any embarrassment and continued to talk to himself: "Even if you are The myths of the Sumerian civilization that I know about seven thousand years ago still have discrepancies in their descriptions of the heaven and the underworld.
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After all, they are mortals, so how can they have first-hand information about the gods?"
Cheng Qianxun had a little contempt on his face: "So, in many places women are not allowed to enter or approach, and women are like second-class citizens.
In fact, it is not God's fault, but men who restrict themselves in the name of God because of their need for power.
A woman’s right?”
"That's right, you are really smart."
Raphael blinked his big black eyes.
These words almost made her vomit blood.
Putting all the mistakes on human beings, doesn't Heaven have no responsibility at all?
Cheng Qianxun refuted: "Well, it's all made up by humans themselves, so Heaven, as gods, shouldn't it serve as a reminder?
It works, shows a miracle, tells mankind that it is wrong, and also expresses one’s attitude.”
Raphael replied seriously: "Human beings are just servants and tools in our eyes.
Don't say that according to our ideas, even according to your human ideas, they will be like a group of servants and tools, and they are still servants who talk back when they don't get what they want.
Theory?
If they insist on acting according to their mistakes, don't we have another big flood?
Human beings can do whatever they want.
It's nearly 10 billion now.
What they do will lead to self-destruction sooner or later without the help of heaven. ” I didn't know how to answer for a while, if human beings were really created by heaven, or transformed to be servants.
Then there is really no need to say much to the servants, and humans were indeed more ignorant in the early days than they are now.
But Cheng Qianxun sneered unwillingly: "Heaven is really kind."
"Wrong" Raphael shook his finger: "We are not kind, or we are not kind to certain things.
Abusing kindness is cruelty to other living beings.
If human beings were completely destroyed thousands of years ago, maybe There won’t be so many things on earth that even animals find outrageous.”
Although there was Snede pulling beside him and gently urging him not to talk anymore, Cheng Qianxun still said reluctantly: "Does it mean that if mankind perishes, I will not appear here, so I must be grateful to the heaven."
Raphael expressed that he didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
He smiled and said: "No need to thank you."
Before he could roll his eyes, he added: "Since you're here, you're here, and it's your luck to be here.
The heavens are also constantly selecting undead from humans who are suitable to be angels, hoping to use thinking acceptable to humans.
Let mankind regain some necessary moral concepts, or order, so that mankind can last longer.
I think this is why Mr.
Michael chose you."
Now he had to roll his eyes.
Cheng Qianxun scoffed: "I want to polish off a thorn on my head.
Let's take it as a performance.
So what if I really become an angel?
Humans can become seraphs."
Well, after the transformation, I can only have four wings at most.
When I see you angels with red roots and original soup, I can only kneel down and I am not your servant."
"Don't say that.
Master Midalon was a human before.
When I saw him, I had to kneel down."
Raphael scratched the back of his head and said a little darkly: "Although I have the same idea as you, he has changed.
It’s a bit too, too glaring.”
As for that lightbulb-headed celestial scribe Midalon, he was indeed a human before, and he also interceded for the rebel angels who fell into the underworld.
Thinking of his bright and dazzling head and the many large and small wings on his body, Cheng Qianxun laughed.
Raphael said it very well.
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This secretary is simply a plastic surgery failure, oh, it should be said that it is a genetic modification failure. case.
Raphael clasped his hands together and said with a bit of funny piety: "Actually, we are all servants of God.
God is equivalent to the king of heaven, and heaven also has hierarchical concepts."
He put down his hand and turned to smile: "In fact, although we are gods, we are also a kind of living beings like mortals.
We also have shortcomings and tempers.
In fact, some of the various mythological works describing gods are telling the truth, and most of them are true.
Partly a personal portrait of humanity's primitive days, if you can forgive the injustices of the underworld. and cunning, why do we rely on human beings' understanding of the heaven and so many mythological books full of errors, insisting that the heaven be perfect?
You must know that human beings are ruthless and endless, and human beings are selfish, cruel, and intelligent.
As an animal, no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied, and it cannot be perfect.”
Cheng Qianxun was speechless for a moment, and she fell into deep thought.
Raphael waved to her four teammates and said softly: "Let her think alone."
Sneijder, who had been hugging Cheng Qianxun, shook his head, indicating that he wanted to stay.
The other teammates also shook their heads silently, their attitude was obvious.
They would stay quiet and let Cheng Qianxun think quietly.
Raphael thought for a while, waved his hand, and a dining cart with enough food for four people appeared in the study.
Apparently he agreed to let everyone stay and did not force them to leave.
"Thank you" Rudolf said softly: "I apologize to you on behalf of Cheng.
She has suffered a lot, that's why she is like this."
"I can understand that she is reasonable, otherwise she wouldn't think.
If she is an ordinary person, it would be good if she is not crazy.
Stay with her, you can still rest for a few days."
Raphael chuckled, no Any blame disappears.
I always thought that Tianjie was a bastard who refused to admit his mistakes and was superior.
But what Raphael said today, as well as everything she had seen and known before, made her view of the heaven a little shaken.
Human beings do have all kinds of evils and all kinds of mistakes.
Some mistakes are for survival needs, and some mistakes are purely for personal selfishness.
Even if they know that it is wrong to do so, they will still do it, sometimes not because their lives are hanging by a thread to save themselves, but just to show off, be proud, or even happy.
The books I read in the past that promoted heaven were all written by humans.
How much is real Long-term training has made her extremely realistic and decisive.
What he least expected was that Raphael actually admitted that the gods in the heavens also have shortcomings and tempers.
Admitting shortcomings is far more acceptable to her than those elaborate concealment excuses.
Let her in turn discover that she knows very little about heaven, so is it a bit arbitrary for her to judge whether heaven is good or bad all the time?
"Qianxun, have something to eat."
Sneijder's caring words made her wake up from her meditation.
"Oh."
When he looked up, he realized that it was already dark outside the study window.
Heaven also has day and night, and there is already an oil lamp in the study.
She took the bread and milk from Sneed and looked at the lamp.
Rudolph asked: "Is it a little darker?
I'll change a few more lights."
"I'll do it."
Cheng Qianxun held the bread in his hand, raised his little finger, and a small round luminous object appeared in the center of the study.
It was equivalent to turning on a 40W light bulb, illuminating the entire study.
It's bright.
Seeing Regel getting up and touching it curiously, Cheng Qianxun said urgently: "Don't touch it.
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What I made is a small sun.
It should be hot."
"Sun" Rudolph also looked at it a few more times, and then tried it.
A small ball of light appeared in his palm, and it also flew into the sky, but after about a minute or two, it disappeared. .
The ball of light conjured by Cheng Qianxun was still hanging in the center of the room, emitting a warm light
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