2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Behind the stage, in a dark corner where the spotlight could not shine, Dongfang Quliu was gnawing on his nails expressionlessly, not even noticing that his fingertips and corners of his mouth were stained red by blood donation.

He couldn't understand. He really couldn't understand what Yan Muyun wanted to do.

A few days ago, when Zhan Lewen told him that the Holy Son was coming to Minmei to join the Shengyao Order, the first thing that filled his heart was doubt and uneasiness.

Although the other party later contacted him and had a chat, including the uproar in Chenjing College the next day, killing and injuring nearly 100 students, and even the life and death of the dean Zhuge Xiangming was unknown... Various signs indicated that The Holy Son is already on the same level as the Chinese officialdom, but Dongfang Quliu's attitude is still relatively conservative.

There was no other reason. Not long after his immediate boss, Bishop Desolate, disappeared, the Holy Son, who had always been highly respected in the church, came to visit him. This was all a bit too coincidental.

The other party seemed to be here specifically to fill this vacancy.

Because of this, Dongfang Quliu didn't tell Yan Muyun about the dinner, just because he was afraid that he would cause trouble.

It's a pity that the other party still came, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Priest...Master Priest..."

A weak voice came from behind. Dongfang Quliu looked sideways and saw a gray-faced Zhao Kong kneeling on the ground.

"Get up." He said calmly.

Zhao Kong did not get up and lowered his head: "Please punish me, the priest."

"Do not blame you."

Dongfang Quliu looked at the figure under the spotlight in front of him and shook his head slightly: "Maybe I was wrong... I knew that the Holy Son had just been betrayed... I once trusted and respected the most. He threatened the lives of his family members in an attempt to control him... No one wants to experience this kind of thing again..."

Zhao Kong was slightly relieved, but he still knelt on the ground obediently and did not dare to speak.

"He is at his most sensitive right now, yet I am still so wary of him..." Dongfang Quliu's eyes were slightly red, and he looked extremely guilty: "He must feel very chilled."

His voice was so soft that even Zhao Kong, who was kneeling behind him, had to prick up his ears to hear it clearly.

Dongfang Quliu had tears in his eyes and said in a sincere tone: "I can understand the attitude of Lord Shengzi... You don't have to be suspicious. Those guys who are not firm and duplicitous, who knows when they will trick you behind your back." , it really deserves to be killed.”

Zhao Kong slowly raised his head and looked at the back of the man in a royal blue suit, with deep awe in his eyes.

He suddenly discovered that compared to the so-called Holy Son, what he feared most in his heart was indeed the priest.

...

Silence, endless silence.

The well-dressed and well-dressed people in the venue were like lifeless puppets. They just looked at the stage blankly, and no one made a sound.

Just when everyone thought the silence would last endlessly until the man in the center of the stage spoke again, a figure sitting in the front row stood up.

Judging from the appearance, the other party is a very beautiful biological woman, with long wavy golden hair and pink skin, which instantly attracts everyone's attention.

Many people recognized her identity, and whispers quickly filled the venue.

"Lord Holy Son."

Linda opened her arms and raised her head, as if she was nailed to an invisible cross: "I always firmly believe that the glory of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

Because she lowered her head and was still standing at the front, no one could see her expression clearly.

Except for old McCool sitting aside.

He looked at his only daughter in silence, as if looking at a stranger.

He had never seen such an excited expression on her face... No, that expression probably shouldn't be described as "excited" but "enthusiastic".

Almost morbidly fanatical.

On the stage, Yan Muyun's lips curved slightly, as if he was very satisfied: "Very good, come up."

So Linda went up and stood beside him.

"From now on, you are mine." Yan Muyun took out a silver-white table knife from nowhere and gently cut his palm. There was no bleeding from the wound, only a red blood streak that looked like life. He twisted his way out.

Linda's breathing became a little heavier, she stretched out her hands to take the strange blood thread, then raised her head and looked at the other party expectantly.

After noticing the encouragement and appreciation in Yan Muyun's eyes, she no longer hesitated, threw the red blood thread directly into her mouth, and swallowed it.

All this happened so fast, and there were exclamations one after another in the venue.

Many people couldn't hold back. They thought that the "surrender" option was just to express their attitude, but they never thought that they would have to swallow such a weird thing.

"Oriental Priest!" Coffey, a member of the House of Lords, suddenly stood up and waved his hands angrily: "Come out quickly! Stop hiding! Didn't we agree that I just need to show up tonight, don't What..."

He couldn't finish his words, because a silver table knife was inserted into his throat the next second.

"Kuh...kuh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Kofi fell back on his chair and covered his throat with his hands, but it was to no avail as bright red blood continued to flow from his fingers.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Some people screamed and wanted to get up and run away. However, Muyun just glanced in the direction of the commotion, and they were forced to sit back down by the people around them.

Linda jumped off the stage, walked gracefully to the twitching Kofi, reached out and gently touched his bald head: "Sir, the Son of God is willing to give you another chance... ...Surrender, or death?”

Kofi could not speak at this time, he could only open his eyes wide and keep nodding vigorously.

Every time he nodded, more blood would be squeezed out of the wound in his throat. But as if he didn't notice the pain, he nodded again and again.

Linda opened her right hand, and there was a twisting red blood thread in her palm.

With her slight toss, red blood streaked down the wound on Kofi's neck.

The silver table knife clinked to the ground, and the frightened Coffey felt that his breathing suddenly became easier. He looked at his blood-covered hands in a daze, as if everything that had just happened was a dream.

"Cough." Linda coughed lightly.

Kofi jumped up from his chair as if he had just woken up from a dream, raised his hands flat, lowered his head, and made the standard prayer posture of the Holy Glory Order: "The glory of the Holy Lord will eventually shine on the world."

"very good."

It wasn't until he heard the man say these two words slowly that Kofi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I suddenly had an idea."

Hearing that voice again, Kofi trembled with fright. He looked up at the stage in fear, only to find that the other person was not looking at him, but at everyone in the entire venue.

"Actually, I am a kind-hearted person. I have never bullied others since I was a child."

Yan Muyun sighed: "You are acting as if I am an unreasonable bully... It actually makes me quite sad."

"Well, I'll give you a third option."

"Short of surrender and death... you can try to kill me."

Yan Muyun spread his hands and smiled: "I am standing here. No matter who attacks me in the next hour, I guarantee as the Holy Son of the Order that I will not pursue him or those behind him." people’s responsibility.”

"An hour from now, the third option will automatically expire. Everyone should hurry up."