13 Mink Street

One, is not enough.

As long as conditions permit, Karen is willing to accompany them to play this game until there is no one else on the poker table except himself.

Demotri's head dangled around Karen's waist, and Karen reached out and grabbed her ear, adjusting it to his waist.

I remembered that she had introduced herself before, and she was the captain of the elite squad of Night Watchers of the Night God Cult.

Well, it sounds like gold leaf is flying all over the sky.

In every church, there will be some specific positions, which are specially used for outstanding young people to practice, that is, to quickly earn gold-plated qualifications.

So her family background must be very good.

As for her talent, there is no doubt about it; after all, at this young age, being able to make Karen fight seriously is the best proof.

The difference is that she only needs to focus on the last battle in her life, while Karen not only needs to keep an eye on the opponent's foreign aid, but also needs to calculate her consumption and losses in each battle.

Karen took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a Thunder God Cult cigarette, bent down, lit the cigarette with the scorching heat of the ground, took a big puff, and suppressed the restlessness of hunger deep in his soul.

Using the ability of hunger addiction to break the opponent's mental offensive is the lowest-cost option under Karen's calculations. Of course, he can use many other methods to resist that mental offensive, but the speed of resolving the battle will also be slowed down.

"Okay, okay, calm down, it's really not good, if there is a chance next time, I will grab a prey's soul and feed it to you."

I don't know if it's because I was too restless and wanted to stop, or Karen's "commitment to comfort" really played a role, and the feeling of tearing in the soul really gradually subsided at this time.

"Ah."

Karen smiled and took another drag on the cigarette, then flicked the remaining cigarette on the ground wastefully.

No need to step on it, as the hot sand quickly ignites it completely.

If the body is compared to a house, then the soul can be said to be the most private and important master bedroom;

Now, I am only the owner of the house in name, and my name is written in the house book, but I can't even touch the position of the master bedroom.

Fortunately, the hunger addiction just wants to devour itself and gain its own new life. It just wants to change the name on the real estate certificate, and it doesn't want to set fire to the house.

Karen began to sense the two breaths, one of which was not moving, while the other was moving, but it was not approaching, but moving away.

The savvy Karen didn't intend to chase after him. In order to save time, his figure turned into a black mist and drifted towards the one who was standing still.

The landform environment of the desert is often very boring. At this time, people's eyes will unconsciously capture some existences that can be pinned on.

For example, in the middle of the quicksand, there stood a bald young man in a black and white robe.

There was a wooden stick under his feet, and the two ends of the wooden stick kept sprouting, budding and blooming, and quickly withered and withered, repeating the cycle.

He is Dali Wenluo, a follower of the God of Life Sect.

The Sect of Life has a long history. Strictly speaking, the Sect has existed for almost twice as long as the Sect of Order, because the God of Life who founded the Sect is the god of the eternal camp.

However, in the battle between the light camp and the eternal camp, a branch god of the God of Life defected to the light camp. After the light defeated eternity, this defected branch god naturally replaced the original main god and became the god of life. The new main god taught.

In the history of god religion, they are called the god of big life and the god of small life.

The reason for this description is that theological historians generally believe that these two gods of life are not replacing the old with the new, let alone a rebellion, but a bet on both ends of this line.

The most important evidence is that after the God of Small Life replaced the God of Big Life, the latter's position in the mythology of the God of Life can still stand side by side.

Therefore, when the God of Light distributed the sphere of influence after the war at the victory banquet on Mount Allah, he deprived and divided the old interests of the God of Life Sect.

Although the Sect of Life belongs to the victor in name, it still lost a lot of vested interests and suffered a lot of suppression.

Not only is the main god of the light family tacitly continuing to oppress and disintegrate it, but during the years when the god of order dominated, the god of order once went to the garden of life to question the god of life for something.

The record in that paragraph is a bit interesting. What the Cult of Order records here is that the God of Order went to inquire about the crime, and the God of Life admitted his mistake with a good attitude and accepted the punishment of Order.

The record in the mythology of the God of Life is that the God of Order was invited to visit the Garden of Life, and the God of Life took out the wine of life to drink with the God of Order, and the two main gods talked happily.

When the myths of other god religions narrated this incident, they did not intend to save face at all. It was recorded that more than half of the ground in the Garden of Life collapsed that day, countless rare birds were turned into dust, and the little god of life was beaten by the god of order The body of the god was almost shattered, and the god of life who had been hiding and sleeping was called out.

The two gods of life joined forces to fight against the god of order, but they were still no match for the god of order, and finally had to hide in the tree of life together.

The Sect of Principle has particularly detailed records on this aspect, because they like to record other gods as "students" asking about the deeds of their own God of Principle, which will make their main god very cultured.

It is recorded in the mythological narrative of the Sect of Principle that the God of Order asked the God of Principle with his divine sense that day, how to uproot the tree of life, and the God of Principle gave the method. After splitting the tree of life, leave directly.

As for why the Cult of Order didn't describe this wonderful content too much, it was because there were too many similar descriptions, which made the Cult of Order of later generations have to make some modifications to the relevant deeds in order to beautify them.

Especially in this era when the Sect of Order and the God of Light formed two camps to compete against each other. If you wanted to win other Sects to stand on your side, and your mythological narration also recorded in detail how your main god humiliated the other's main god in the past, it was a little bit Not very pretty.

Moreover, in this era, the Sect of Life stood in the camp of light. After the demise of the Sect of Light, Protaras, who was then the high priest of the Sect of Order, personally presided over the liquidation of the Sect of Light and the other camps of Light.

The Sect of Life was deprived of absolute control over more than ten holy places during that period, and was forced to share part of the sequence of life rules of the Sect. Now many church hospitals and the front-end of pharmacy in the Sect have the Sect of Life. shadow.

But even so, the Sect of Life still maintains the status of the orthodox Sect today, which is enough to show how deep the foundation of this ancient Sect that has gone through three epochs is.

At this moment, Dali Wenluo raised his head and looked at the black shadow floating in front, his eyes were a little complicated.

He knew what the disappearance of Dimotri's breath meant, but he didn't feel afraid. On the one hand, it was because he had absolute confidence in his own strength. The natural opposing positions of the two eras.

It's just that he appreciates Karen.

In this group of young people of various religions, he has always been very taciturn, because deep down, he has low self-esteem, especially among this group of young people who are generally well-off.

Dali Wenluo's mother conceived him while she was taking a nap by the pool of life, but this description similar to a mythical narrative is that after Dali Wenluo rose by relying on his own talent, the relevant aspects of the divine religion considered and wove his image A beautiful lie that came out.

Before his rise, Dali Wenluo had a very crisp nickname, called bastard.

His mother didn't dream of the blessing of the God of Life to have him. In fact, his mother was forced to do so.

He himself is the mark of his mother's humiliation.

His mother concentrated all the anger and resentment on him, so his childhood was spent in the ridicule of outsiders and the curse of his own mother on him.

He didn't hate his mother, because it was his mother who gave him life.

However, one night after he showed his talents as an adult and his talents and abilities were highly appreciated by his teachers, his mother arranged his makeup and asked him to accompany her to the "father"'s house to meet his relatives.

He nodded. On that night, he strangled his mother to death with vines, and watched her struggle with her last breath in front of him.

Afterwards, he used his natal vines to completely absorb his mother's remains. This is the standard procedure after the death of a priest of the God of Life. Either his colleagues or his relatives will become the new nourishment in the life of the other party.

What was announced to the outside world was that the mother's fire of life was extinguished, which was a natural death.

At the traditional funeral without a coffin of the God of Life, many people came to attend. His teachers and classmates all urged him to mourn. No one would doubt the truth of his mother's death, just as no one paid attention to a God of Life back then. result of being defiled.

A few years later, a new "lie" appeared, saying that her mother conceived him in the pool of life, and seeing him really grow up and become outstanding, it was like fulfilling her glorious mission , leaving with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

As your status gets higher and higher, when your talent gets stronger and stronger, your halo will become brighter and brighter. In the end, everything around you will fall into a kind of filter-filtered view from outsiders. distortion.

He was not the mother who killed him because of hatred. After being defiled, the reason why his mother chose to give birth to him was because she wanted to gain the approval of the man's family with the child she gave birth, and hoped that one day she could embrace the living baby in her arms. Knock on that family door, boy.

But she failed, that family was too high, and that man, after experiencing the absurdity of his youth, married a wife who could help him in the church cause.

After that, every one year or half a year, she would suddenly be unwilling, suddenly angry, and suddenly mistreat her son in pain.

As a priest, even a low-level priest, she has many more ways to abuse a child than ordinary women.

Dali Wenluo can't remember how many times he knelt at the door of that family's gate covered in bruises in the snowy night, and he can't remember how many times he was poisoned by his mother and scratched the steps in front of the family's gate in pain...

There are many scars on his body that were left in special ways. God knows where the woman who was only a servant of the gods learned such brilliant methods. The doctors here are not capable of doing a complete restoration.

After each treatment, not long after, the same scar in the same position would reappear on my body.

He doesn't hate her, but his body and soul will always remember what she did to him.

At the age of sixteen, under the joint recommendation of his teachers, he got the opportunity to enter the Garden of Life to practice, which almost heralded a bright future.

He went home and told her the happy news.

He hoped that she could let it go, because he understood the humiliation she had suffered, and most importantly, he could not hate what she had done to him since he was a child. Really, he could.

But the gears of fate have long involved her, and she has become accustomed to driving the gears to continue crushing, and even pulling everything within reach around her, to endure this pain with her, otherwise her The heart will be extremely unbalanced.

She said: "Take this news and go to his house. His house will open the door to you and to me."

Hearing what his mother said, Dali Wenluo was tired.

He doesn't hate her, he sympathizes with her, this cowardly and selfish woman.

But the sense of fatigue is too deep, and living with the shackles of life is a disrespect for life.

So he strangled his shackles.

He has low self-esteem, which is a habit he has developed over the years. It is not that he thinks he is inferior, but that he cannot do some things that normal people can do. He resists facing "bright" people, and also resists "bright" people.

Therefore, he envied Karen.

The religion of order is the number one religion in the world, and what happens in order often attracts the attention of the entire church circle.

Karen is young and has a good personal appearance. Coupled with his amazing resume and rapid promotion, he has naturally gained a lot of attention. He walks on the campus of Order University, and he has to wear mask.

As a foreign teacher, Karen's popularity is not low.

Dali Unro has seen photos of Karen in newspapers, and in the face of interviews, Karen's expressions and actions have left a deep impression on Dali Unro; he has also seen Karen's live broadcast in the Tribunal of Order , an orphan, can actually do this step.

The distortion caused by the filter not only appeared on Dali Wenluo himself, but also a version of Karen's life experience was circulated in the Cult of Kosmos and outside of it.

Born as an orphan, he is used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and has experienced the chaos and disorder at the bottom, which made Karen understand the importance of order at an early age, which prompted him to become a believer in order.

Dali Wenluo is very envious of Karen's decent words and deeds, he envies this, and he wants this too, almost paranoid.

Therefore, others are here for headhunting, but he is not, he is here for skinning;

He wanted to carefully peel off Karen's skin and use it as a blanket when he slept at night.

He felt that if he also had this layer of skin, he should be able to reap this decency.

Neo, who invented the "decent burial" spell, scolded Karen one day: "Oh, this is so damn decent, it really makes people want to peel off your skin."

I have to say that what the old hunting dog said was really forward-looking, because today, the skin picker really appeared.

However, when Karen appeared in front of him, when he saw the head that belonged to Demotrile tied around Karen's waist, he frowned slightly, stretched out his finger, and said:

"It's inappropriate."

"Huh?" Karen didn't expect this to be the first sentence the other party said when the two parties formally contacted, but Karen still replied seriously, "Sorry, I don't have any other way to properly arrange her for the time being, but I already have Her head has been purified by a purification technique, which can be effectively preserved."

"That was not what I meant."

"Oh, I see." Karen untied Dimotri's head and placed it on the sand beside her.

Immediately afterwards, Karen adjusted the robe on his body, and after confirming that there was no problem, he looked at Dali Wenluo: "Hello."

"Hello, Dali Wenluo, the God of Life, I don't have a last name because I'm a bastard and my father doesn't recognize me."

"Karen, the God of Order, I won't mention my surname, anyway, I chose it randomly."

Dali Wenluo smiled, yes, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

It's just that he misunderstood one thing. He thought Karen's words meant that he was an orphan, so he chose his surname randomly.

"I have known you for a long time." Dali Wenluo licked his lips, "I envy you very much, I will also collect your photos, and I have written you a few letters, thank you, write back to me, Although the encouragement in your letter is useless to me, I like the smell of letter paper."

The letter was not answered by Karen. People inside and outside the church would send letters to Karen, but they would all be transferred to the intelligence office in charge of Richard. Richard would screen and classify the letters. Sending postcards, the high-end Richard would imitate Karen's "personal reply". After all, as long as Jerry has his brains, these are not a problem.

"Thank you." Karen smiled, "Go back now and promise me not to intervene in the next thing. I don't need to kill you."

Dali Wenluo shook his head and said: "You misunderstood, I am not saying good things to you and begging for mercy, I envy you, so I want to have your skin, and when I kill you later, I will try my best to kill you." Without wreaking too much havoc on your body.

Hehe, you actually think that I am begging you to let me go, is this your kindness to me? "

Karen also shook his head, and replied: "No, you misunderstood too, I'm not showing kindness to you."

Immediately, Karen pointed to his head and continued:

"You have a bald head. After your head is cut off, it is inconvenient to tie it around your waist. I find it troublesome."

Dali Wenluo opened his mouth, and his cheeks showed a little shyness. At this time, he almost couldn't help but slightly bowed to Karen, imitating Karen's tone:

"I'm really sorry to trouble you."