After eating, Cheng Qianxun told the dream story.
Of course, he didn't have to talk to Pluto.
Albert's words were also mentioned in one sentence.
But how could he hide it from these people?
As expected, Sneijder was sore and raised his lips: "Did that guy touch you again?"
"No, oh, that was a dream.
There were corpses and octopuses everywhere.
How could I have the time to think about this?
Look at you, how old are you?"
She could only persuade with a wry smile, but at most she felt happy about Sneijder's jealousy. .
"He must have touched you again.
Where did he touch you?"
Sneijder reached out angrily and pulled over.
"Ah" touched the wound, and she covered her forearm in pain.
"What's wrong?"
Sneijder immediately put away his sourness and recklessness, and carefully raised her hand to look at it.
When he saw that the wound was on the forearm, he pulled it, and the scab that had finally dried split open again. .
"Ah ha, forget about this..."
Raphael appeared out of nowhere, slightly bent his tall body, and directly covered the wound with his palm.
Silver light emerged from the fingers, just like a flash. flash.
"Okay."
When he raised his hand, the wound on his arm had disappeared: "Haha, okay, I'll dodge again."
Raphael turned around and disappeared after only half a turn.
It's really fast It came and went so suddenly, Cheng Qianxun stared blankly at the smooth arm, then handed it to Sneijder, pretending to be stupid: "Do you want to pull again?"
After a moment of silence, the teammates all laughed.
Michael is the patron saint of a certain nation; Raphael is the protector of human souls; Raguel is the avenger of God; Uriel leads the celestial bodies and stars and protects the underworld; Medanzo is the scribe.
There are three angels behind who are among the Seven Archangels, namely: Gabriel, who is about to appear, controls the Seraphim and Cherubeus in heaven; the avenger of Sariel's soul; and Remiel, who guards the souls of the underworld.
Slowly analyzing it, it seems that he can find the pattern.
Raphael asked the question "White Fox".
No matter how Cheng Qianxun's appearance changes, her essence will not change.
Her soul is still human.
Bulb Midalon was the secretary and chose World War II, which was the most impressive event in Europe.
The gods of Uriel's Sumerian civilization were all stars.
Raguel changes again and again.
It was simply like taking revenge on mankind.
"Gabriel is also the dream angel.
He must have introduced you into that guy's dream."
Rudolph's analysis made sense: "Don't enter other people's dreams at the next level, that would be annoying."
The biggest fear is unpredictable scenes, gods and ghosts, etc., which are impossible to guard against, and human dreams are ever-changing.
Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "No."
Reger was a little surprised: "You are so sure."
"Yeah," she said with certainty, "Look at the questions that were asked before.
If I didn't think about it afterwards, it would be difficult to put them together.
So if you just come up with this proposition no matter what, it would be too underestimated."
In fact, saying this is also to avoid the proposition of this dream, which is really difficult to grasp.
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If you come up with a dream proposition, just wait until you die to show them.
Rudolf had a quick mind and understood immediately, and immediately agreed: "Yes, if it is really that simple, is heaven still heaven?
We'd better not think about it anymore.
We'll know when we get there."
Everyone thought so.
Sneijder looked around and said, "It's almost time to eat.
What are you going to eat this time?"
"Still eating?"
Gordon shouted: "I feel like I just finished eating.
The food in my stomach hasn't been digested yet."
"Eat, just eat."
Reger stood up and went to the bar next to him to pour a glass of red wine: "If you don't eat, you'll sleep.
What else can you do?
There isn't even a woman here, and you don't dare to tease the angel.
All you can do is eat.
Yes, this wine is good.
The wine from Heaven is the best."
"Of course."
Rudolf also went to pour wine: "From ancient times to the present, the Sumerian civilization and the monasteries behind it have had wine.
It is said that some ancient temples still have wine from one or two thousand years ago."
"Can we still drink the wine?"
Reger frowned: "The wine fermented and turned into vinegar.
The wine made more than a thousand years ago must have been extremely sour."
"Who knows."
Rudolph raised the corners of his mouth slightly after taking a sip: "Maybe after everything is over.
I'll steal a bottle."
"Stealing, is it so easy to steal?"
Gordon raised his hand, and a slightly blurry picture was displayed in mid-air, like a light sheet emitted by a projector with low pixels.
Inside is a towering cliff with no way up.
Only a wooden cage tied with a rope is the only way to get in.
When an outsider comes, the cage is put down, the person stands up, and the manually rotated pulley pulls the cage up.
Gordon put down his hands and breathed a little faster.
If he wanted to release these images with his mind just now, he needed to concentrate all his energy: "I once performed a mission to capture someone from inside, but in the end, I could only use a helicopter." , and was charged with disturbing the gods.”
Rudolf seemed to find it funny and sneered: "Since you have been charged, why don't you bring back a few bottles of wine?
What a fool."
Gordon was stunned, slapped his thigh suddenly, and suddenly realized: "I was very honest at the time, but I didn't expect that you have to know how many bottles to get.
Any bottle sold on the market is worth tens of thousands of dollars."
Ignoring these boring guys, Sneijder hugged her, turned the bed into a comfortable sofa, and whispered softly: "Qianxun, after everything is over, how about you come to my place to live?"
"You'd better go to my place.
There's plenty to eat, and the scenery is different in different places."
She raised her hand, and even if she put it down after waving, the image continued to play.
Above is where she lives, followed by various places of interest, restaurants and snack bars. . .
This kind of scene happened during the bid to host the Asian Games and Olympic Games, which caused many athletes to eat too much and had to lose weight quickly in order to participate in restricted competitions.
Sneijder laughed after reading it: "Then I'll spend my honeymoon at your place, and then live at my place.
I go back for vacation every year.
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I have good benefits and live a comfortable life there."
He also raised his hand, but needed to keep it raised to fix the image.
Just like in the car, we passed the road outside the airport and saw a bay full of sailboats.
The landscape is as beautiful as a painting, the sea and sky are so blue, and the sun is so warm, even the light in the image feels warm on your body.
Then there is a small street where you can buy and sell products, vegetables, and fruits. . .
It should be a small market, where Sneijder usually buys food ingredients.
Then there is another small street, but the difference is that the neon lights there are bright, and many women in coquettish clothes are posing in various shop windows and doorways. . .
Then there was a large wine glass in a display window, and a woman wearing almost nothing was doing various postures in the "bubble" of the wine glass.
Sneijder put down his hand, and the image quickly disappeared: "This is my shop.
Just remember the Thorny Rose Shop and the wine glass to find it.
My shop is quite famous there."
She turned her head and glanced reproachfully: "Young Carrot, go and see how I keep an eye on you."
"It's best, I'm just afraid you won't keep an eye on me."
Sneijder burst into laughter, extremely happy.
She smiled and rested her head on Sneijder's shoulder.
One person in life was enough, and there was nothing more she could ask for.
"Hey, hey" Reger called from the front: "Can you two come over and have Chinese food?"
Fat intestines, couple's lung slices, and crystal shrimps. . .
It had been a long time since they had eaten Chinese food.
Cheng Qianxun and Sneijder stood up immediately.
Of course, Cheng Qianxun was faster.
He arrived at the table in a flash, picked up the chopsticks and started eating: "Yeah."
It was so delicious that I almost closed my eyes: "It tastes the same as the one cooked by Beeses.
It's so delicious."
I didn't expect that Tianjie could come up with such a dish.
In order to make these "dolls" eat well, it can be considered that they have put in a lot of effort.
Yes.
A face appeared in a cloud in the sky.
It was the baby face of Raphael.
He looked down with a smile: "That was cooked by Manager Beses.
The underworld will not cook for the heaven, but I heard that it is cooked for you."
It's a delicious meal, I didn't expect to agree.
You are really more generous than us, enjoy it, the next meal may be gone."
After that, he disappeared.
The craftsmanship of Beses is truly unparalleled, it couldn’t be better.
Regeer put it into his mouth, and then said without hesitation: "It's probably Pluto..."
"Eat yours."
Rudolf quickly pulled off the chicken drumstick of a beggar's chicken and stuffed it into Regel's mouth.
It was fast and hard.
"Eat quickly, whoever speaks now is a fool."
Cheng Qianxun simply stood up and grabbed the food regardless of his appearance.
With delicious food in front of you, it is true that whoever speaks is a fool.
This meal was so filling that everyone lay on the soft bed, feeling so satisfied with their bulging bellies that they didn’t want to move.
Eat well, sleep well, and time always flies by.
"Wake up, wake up" Raphael appeared, shouting exaggeratedly with a trumpet.
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Not only him, but also other seraphs who have appeared.
By the way, three days have passed and it's time to climb the damn stairs again.
After surviving the fourth floor, this time it is the fifth floor.
At least if you survive this floor, you are halfway through the journey.
Cheng Qianxun sat up lazily, stretching and yawning loudly.
As soon as he saw someone, he lost his temper.
Luck threw away his hand and a ball of light hit him.
The person who hit him was none other than Raguel.
She did not rush to pick it up this time, but moved her body a step to the side to avoid it.
"Haha, have you become smarter?"
Cheng Qianxun didn't care about Raguel, who looked very bad.
He turned to the newly appeared angel and said directly: "You are Gabriel."
This angel also looks like an ancient medieval person, with a slightly oval face and fair skin.
However, the wings behind him are not much thicker than other angels, but once you open them, you will find that they are composed of many, many small wings.
"Yes."
Judging from the voice, it was a woman, she said gently: "I have heard your stories for a long time, and seeing you today is indeed extraordinary."
Yep, it was sanctimonious rhetoric again.
Cheng Qianxun said tepidly, with unavoidable eyes and a hint of arrogance: "We are very ordinary, and we just want to be ordinary people.
Everything is actually forced
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