Abyss Express

For the vast and boundless universe, eternal silence, coldness and death are the norm.

For the enthusiastic earth, the short life history of more than 500 million years is just a short moment in the number of sands in the Ganges River in terms of time span.

Mary Stuart knew this well--

——She has read poetry and books, and understands astronomy and geography.

The 500-year history of firearms opened her eyes. The miraculous free-for-all martial arts, the decisive butchery techniques, and the oriental man who possesses extraordinary vitality to become a king all fascinated her.

To put it simply, Mary has lived for so long, and she has never seen this level of combat power.

Dozens of pitch-black bat shadows flew out from the ancient castle in South Sea City. These spies were the scouts and sentries of Madam Mary.

More than 20 cars drove out of the big iron gate of the ancient manor one after another. The news agency and private detectives started to act, just to find out Jiang Xueming's real name and surname, and to find out his personal information.

Mary believed in a simple and unadorned truth.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be bought——

——It is nothing more than the conditions are not attractive enough, not deadly enough.

If you can figure out this man's family, grab his relatives, take advantage of his weaknesses, use generous rewards, use death threats, use methods such as kneeling and begging for mercy, and use a severed arm with a ring to pull him to the negotiating table, Use the face of his bride to pull him into the wedding scene and tie him to the big ship of the Rosary Church.

This kid's guns and martial arts are beyond the times, and he will overcome obstacles for the sect. The new members he cultivated and educated can open up a new channel for the blood race. At that time, the blood race's territory in the world may not be limited to London.

The bustling cities all over the world, and all the underground gangsters, have to call her Our Lady of Grace.

When Mistress Mary was looking for Jiang Xueming at any cost——

——Maggie is also secretly thinking about it.

She had never seen her eldest sister look so crazy, looking for a mortal.

This has nothing to do with pure love between men and women. When Maggie put on the Heart of Steel, she really felt the mood of Sister Mary.

In just ten seconds or so, she felt a kind of peace that was close to meditation and enlightenment from the corundum ring. Nearly forty years of numb blood life turned everything into a monotonous red and black.

But that pyroxene made her five senses extremely sharp, and the whole world was full of colors.

When the cold steel comes into contact with the cold skin, Maggie can smell the different fragrances in the castle, see the chaotic and mottled reflected light between the mirror and the white crystal pendant, and feel the blood from the mouthpiece. A fishy-sweet taste like rust.

Stronger than ever, brighter than ever.

It seems like the thunder of spring, exploding clusters of magnificent fireworks in the brain.

She is like a newborn baby, and the Heart of Steel is the umbilical cord that connects her to a living life.

When she put on this ring, she mistakenly thought that she was still alive. For a moment, her heart, which had been on strike for a long time, also throbbed. Things that were indifferent before began to generate strong curiosity.

Just like the piano under the easel, Maggie only knows that it is worth 1.28 million pounds and is made of expensive insect-proof wood. Musicians often come to see the score and do maintenance work for the piano.

The heart of steel rekindled her enthusiasm, and she wanted to lie down on the piano stand immediately to see how this bulky instrument produced solemn and playful notes. She wanted to look at the sheet music again and think about why these monotonous notes could Combining mysterious rhythms.

She wanted to know the mysteries of all artificial creations, and a cold fire burned in her chest.

But this feeling only lasted for a short ten seconds.

It was ruthlessly taken away by Sister Mary.

Only a cold warning was left.

"If I don't give it to you, you can't take it."

Maggie thought for a long time in front of the mirror. Her little head was spinning very fast. She was completely different from Martha. She was a very clever girl who would never be trapped by love.

All the wealth on the earth belongs to Our Lady of Grace—even my life is a gift from Our Lady.

But is there a possibility, is there such a possibility.

In the past, under the watchful eyes of the Holy Mother, Fort Chaderton was almost an impenetrable iron urn city.

Now Our Lady of Grace has changed her face for this person, and the intelligence personnel around her are scattered all over the place. This is an extremely rare opportunity.

And I, Maggie Stuart.

Why not be the real Mary Stuart?

Just like what the oriental guy said in the video——

——Why can only Mary be the mistress?

When the devil in her heart opened the box of desire, Maggie panicked. She stared closely at the person in the mirror and the subtle expressions on her face, for fear of showing any signs.

She slammed the lid of the magic box, ringing an alarm in her brain.

—Calm down, Maggie, calm down!

Our Lady of Grace spoke these words to me to wear a heart of steel.

This is a trial she arranged for me. If I express my treasonous heart, I am afraid that I will die silently like Martha.

Our Lady of Grace has marked down her hunting grounds in Downing Street and Westminster. The game has just begun. As long as she keeps wearing that ring, she will never be able to calm down. The desire for power will make her dizzy , revealing the door of death.

I just need to wait quietly, always ready to take the authority of Our Lady of Grace.

Before that, can anyone help me?

Who will be my future staff and cronies, my godfather candidate?

"Mistress! Mistress! So you are here!" Leonardo walked into the dining room with a roster in hand, nodding and bowing to Maggie.

Maggie quickly explained: "I'm not Our Lady of Grace, if you make a mistake next time."

Little brother Li was terrified: "Master Maggie! I was negligent. You look exactly like the mistress, and I can't recognize you at all."

With a thought in mind, Maggie immediately pretended to be a dignified treasure, "What's the matter?"

"Master Maggie?" Little Li was even more flustered: "Master Maggie? I'm here to find the mistress."

Maggie imitated her sister's tone, with cold eyebrows and cold eyes: "When did you have the illusion that I am not the Holy Mother of Grace? A little test of your eyesight, a few stupid words can deceive you? Let you recognize me as mine. Clone double?!"

Brother Xiao Li immediately knelt down on the ground and sent the roster up.

"Mistress! Mistress, I'm sorry! I deserve death! I deserve death!"

Maggie twisted the title page of the roster, showing no good looks.

"What's this?"

"Dr. Wang Chenggui is dead. This is the list of those who attended the funeral. Don't you know about it? I want me to find out the names of all the people so that I can arrange funeral arrangements for them."

"Of course I know!" Maggie pretended to be sullen and dissatisfied: "But there are so many names, you want me to remember them all? Like here—"

She scanned the name of a hospital orderly and corrected it.

"—Is this kind of person also on the list? People like this kind of insignificant people? How do you do things?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Brother Li trembled, sweat on his face rolled down his beard like soybeans: "There is a very suspicious male guest among them."

Maggie immediately came to her senses: "Who is it, the oriental guy in the video?"

Brother Li tremblingly replied, "No! His name is Robert Downing, and he is Lady Martha's boyfriend."

Maggie: "Explain to me, what's so suspicious about this blond kid?"

Brother Li swallowed his saliva: "He was hunting in Shakespeare's cemetery in the City of Tears. Two unlucky brothers in our Rose Sect were caught by him while collecting the bones of the plague beasts."

Maggie: "What is he going to do?"

Brother Li: "He said he wanted revenge on the blood race."

Maggie Huarong turned pale: "What's the reason?! Martha was killed by him himself! We haven't troubled him yet!"

Brother Li hurriedly explained: "But he really did this. He grabbed the two embalmers, forced them to ask about the recent major activities of the blood race, and wrote a threatening letter. As long as the blood race has something to do with Lord Martha, he will There will be a blood clan who will kill all of them and host the blood ceremony for Martha, and he will stay until the end and slowly nailed to death with a thousand silver nails."

Maggie was silent, thinking for a long time——

——She looked at Robert Downing in the roster, looked at this handsome blond boy, and thought about it.

Is this the human-shaped love potion that makes little sister Martha lose her soul?

He can survive in the City of Tears, capture two embalmers alive, torture the blood race with torture, and get so much information by extorting him, he should be a ruthless talent.

He has great hatred from heaven, and his skills are extraordinary.

Wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't make good use of it?

"Well! You did a good job——" Maggie nodded contentedly, and explained the details to Brother Li: "——what if I ask you again later?"

Brother Li nodded quickly: "I will never make a mistake!"

Maggie: "What if I asked some crap?"

Brother Xiao Li is self-explanatory: "Understood! I understand! Our Lady of Grace has her reasons for every question! I will definitely explain it in detail and patiently!"

Maggie stood up and wanted to prepare an exquisite gift for the elder sister.

It takes a lot of brains and a lot of time, and the method of slaughter must be deadly enough.

Backstab is about killing with one hit, and it must not let the eldest sister die in a dirty manner.

Even if he fails, he still has to shirk his responsibility, put aside the responsibility, and continue to live by the eldest sister's side.

When Maggie left—

——Mary cleaned up her appearance from the dressing room, and changed into a bright red high-cut cheongsam. Brother said.

"How about it?"

Brother Xiao Li didn't recognize Our Lady of Grace at all, so he just asked, "Who are you?"

The pathetic and vulgar servant was answered—

——He turned his head more than 20 times, and according to the strength of his technique, he fully recognized the mistress.

Mary took her time and sat in front of the mirror, her plump buttocks stuffed into the mahogany chair, her legs crossed, her movements were like that of a songstress geisha in the Republic of China, trying to perform all kinds of charms.

"Is it done? Let me see the roster?"

So Brother Li repeated the story of Robert Downing with Our Lady of Grace exactly as he said just now.

Mary pouted, a little disappointed: "There is no one else?"

Brother Li quickly said, "Yes, yes! The news came from our informant! The priest who held the funeral is sick and can't come."

Maria: "What's wrong with you? You walked in such a hurry?"

Brother Li: "It's the new crown, and the entire choir is considered close."

Maria: "Then you should really go away."

Brother Li: "Go away, so as not to infect the guests."

Mary then asked, "Who has changed the host?"

Brother Li: "Winston Spencer."

Mary: "I've never heard of this guy's name, what's his reputation in Downing Street?"

Brother Li: "Everyone in the Guardian knows him—he seems to be a well-known nobleman."

Mary chewed on the inner meaning of the name: "It has the same surname as Churchill, and may be related to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. How old is he?"

Brother Li: "Forty-six years old, he has been in St. James's Park before. People say he is a knight."

Mary clapped vigorously: "It's an old nobleman! I like him!"

Immediately after, Mary leaned down, wanting to show the beauty of the V-neck of the cheongsam to the servant, so that the servant could taste the allure of the figure.

"This Winston, what are you going to do for the funeral? What is his relationship with the church? Is he a priest?"

Brother Li's eyes were straightened, but the fear in his heart made him turn his eyes away.

"Mr. Winston said that Dr. Cheng Gui is a Korean, and he will use the etiquette of the East Asian cultural circle to handle the funeral. His team is definitely professional enough to send people away smoothly."

"That is to set off firecrackers and hold a memorial service." Sister Mary's fingers scratched the lower neckline of the cheongsam, and the mycelium on the material changed, making it more sexy and attractive.

Until she heard the subordinate swallowing his saliva.

Until she saw the demented face of the subordinate who had overcome his fear and couldn't take his eyes off.

She finally found the golden ratio and the best shape of this cheongsam.

"Okay, that's enough! ~Leonardo! Clothes that can make a scumbag like you drool must look good! Isn't it?"

Xiao Lizi immediately lowered his head, looked away and said nothing.

Mary wiped her thighs with her hands, changed into mourning clothes from bottom to top, and changed back to her original appearance, ready to go to Maggie to take a video of condolences.

"Get me some eye drops, I can't cry, by the way, where's Maggie?"

Xiao Lizi was about to answer.

Immediately Maggie Stuart appeared from outside the door. She had used onions as a facial mask, squeezed out a few tears, and cried pears and rain, acting too realistically.

"Sister, I have been waiting for you."

The atmosphere became awkward.

Mary squinted her eyes, trying to see something in the eyes of the second sister.

I want to pierce my belly and see that cold heart clearly.

In the end, she couldn't find anything wrong.

"The effect of your crying makeup is too good! Give me an onion too!"

The Skydome Station hundreds of kilometers away.

The big Merlin elevator landed with a bang——

——From the mouth of the 200-meter-high statue of the old magician, a ray of heavenly light emerges.

It is like a cloud full of spiritual wisdom, sending the elevator into the head of the colossus through the 7,000-meter straight up and down segmented steel cable.

It takes half an hour just to take the elevator to Tianqiong Station.

When you get out of the elevator, you can see a steep rainbow-colored bridge, which is shaped like a water slide, and passengers can reach the king's waiting room at Skydome Station just by their buttocks.

In Shakespeare's Necropolis, fate reunites Robert Downing with his companions from the great library.

With great difficulty, he squatted down to the minions of the two vampires, and after interrogating them, he immediately asked Uncle Winston to prepare for the funeral. Unexpectedly, halfway through the matter, a meteor fell from the sky.

This fell from the sky, it really fell from the sky——

——The vigorous wolf-headed monster jumped from the archway of the large cemetery, and trampled to death one of the embalmers at that time, scaring little sister Dilong's eyes almost out of their sockets.

The two met and said hello. They set off from Arthur Tower in the City of Tears, walked towards the Merlin elevator, and talked in the elevator for more than half an hour.

Along the way——

——The more Tangning talked, the more excited he became.

He could feel that Bu Meteor was a very powerful helper, and with him, he would definitely be able to avenge Martha.

——The more Meteor talked, the more sad he became.

He heard the story of Tangning's life, and started to cry in the middle of the journey.

While asking Teacher Sansan for a handkerchief to wipe away tears, he talked to Little Sister Dilong about the ways of the world, and asked Sister Dilong to treat her employer well.

When everyone walked out of the elevator, Meteor directly hugged Teacher Sansan's leg, already crying uncontrollably.

"Martha is so stupid how can she be so gentle"

"But Tangning doesn't understand a woman's heart! He doesn't understand!~"

"It's so good to cry, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to pass out!~"

Robert Downing didn't quite understand——

——It’s hard to understand what this redstone man is thinking.

It's just that the fiery emotions emanating from this six-foot-plus strong man can make people feel hot inside.

Teacher Sansan shook Meteor's shoulders, and kept comforting the employer: "Be sober! Be sober! Employer!"

Meteor didn't listen and kept yelling.

"Robert! Can you repeat that? Tell me again. What did she say to you at sunrise in Portsmouth? What did you say to her again? I want to hear it again."

Tangning followed Teacher Sansan to pull the strong man out of the elevator so as not to delay the journey of other passengers - he had mixed emotions in his heart, and finally uncovered the scars and fell into bitter memories.

"Martha turned into a monster in front of me"

"My heart was shaken, and I wanted to raise the gun several times to smash this ugly face."

"But I recognize her eyes. No matter how I change them, I can feel that she is protecting me carefully, and she is trying her best to restrain her blood-sucking instinct."

"She was weak, easily startled and irritable. On the way to Portsmouth, she was always in fear. She asked me not to do stupid things. She respected my choice"

"She doesn't care about anything—even if it turns into ashes in the sun, as long as I open and close my mouth, she will do it desperately"

"When she turned into a monster, she showed her claws and fangs to me, and her terrifying roars and screams were all her love—she didn't want me to be sad, she didn't want me to be sad."

"I can almost hear her say it to me herself - Robert Downing, you just killed a monster, well done you.you.did"

"Martha!—" Meteor covered his face and rolled all over the ground: "My Martha!"

Teacher Sansan patted Ah Xing's face lightly: "That's not your Martha, it's someone else's, and is this appropriate? Is this really appropriate? Employer? You catch her emotional experience and keep sucking— —is that reasonable?"

Little girl Dilong stuck to Teacher Sansan, and echoed, "That's right, my employer didn't even cry."

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Boy Tangning put his arms around Meteor's shoulders, crying and praising virtue.

He was crying, screaming loudly.

"Step Meteor! Thank you! Thank you"

"I'm afraid I'll forget about Martha. If it's what the boss said—she's like a crazy dream in my head, the poison of time will slowly heal me."

"I don't accept this kind of result! I will never accept it!"

"The pyroxene that Lingweng gave me is a piece of black jade."

"This kind of stone can absorb my negative emotions, but the person I care about - she will gradually blur and disappear with these painful memories."

"You are willing to cry for me. This strong emotion is like a hammer, smashing the door of my heart to pieces."

When Tang Ning hugged Ah Xing, the Lingyi was cut open by the rifling of Shan Die's clothes, and wounds were drawn on his arms, and hot blood flowed into Ah Xing's torso along the rips in the clothes.

Bu Meteor supported Tangning's face, "Boss is talking nonsense! Martha is not dead yet!"

Tangning suddenly lost her mind: "But."

Bu Liuxing clenched her teeth, and said earnestly and persistently: "Brother Ming said! After death - she will stay in the sea. The sound of the tide rising and falling is her singing."

Tangning nodded vigorously.

Bu Meteor pressed Tangning's temple.

"She will fly into the sky with the steam and become rain!"

Tangning opened her eyes wide: "Yes."

"When you are sad, she is your tears."

"That's right! That's right! That's right!"

"How dare you say she's dead?"

Teacher Sansan and Sister Dilong stopped talking.

They looked at these two [big friends], looked at these two [men], suddenly pursed their lips for no reason, and their noses became sore.

Teacher Sansan was thinking secretly.

We have only known Tangning for less than an hour.

Just about to discuss how to deal with the blood race.

After simply expressing my heart, so many tears came out.

Sansan and Meteor haven't really been together for a long time. She is completely different from her employer, she is a rational bluestone person who thinks a lot.

The employer is only nineteen years old, and she often talks about mommy. She thought Ah Xing was a giant baby who needed to be taken care of.

But this young man was like an iron-blooded man when he dealt with monsters, and he showed tenderness when he hugged a friend he just met.

It's strange, this employer is really strange.

Different from Teacher Sansan's true feelings——

——Sister Dilong was simply scared to tears by the strong spiritual pressure emerging from the Crying God of Death.

She could vaguely remember feeling this horrible passion when she was thriving in the stables, when Lord Corman's head flew across the Rift Valley outside the pasture.

The two big friends packed up their emotions and began to rack their brains to discuss the silver bullet fireworks and cannon-firing ceremony of the funeral. These things need to be arranged by the ingenious Jiang Xueming and the cunning Winston.

When Meteor saw the slide design of the statue of Merlin, he asked the waiter.

"Teacher Sansan! The connecting road at Nine Realms Station is a transparent suspension bridge. Why is the statue of Meilin here made into a rainbow slide? Boss is so childish!"

Teacher Sansan patiently explained.

"They have different opinions on the decoration style of Tianqiong Station. It is a bet between the great sage Merlin and the boss."

Meteor was full of curiosity: "What are you betting on? How do you bet?"

3301 had a shy face, and she felt ashamed when talking about this period of history.

"The BOSS and the great sage drank forty-four cylinders of honey wine back and forth, and the great sage Merlin lost—in the end, his ugly vomiting was presented in front of every passenger in the form of a statue."

As soon as the two boys finished listening, they almost made a mistake and fell off the rainbow-colored slide.

Meteor: "Huh?"

Tangning didn't expect such things to exist in the myths and legends of her ancestors, so she pointed to the zenith of the underground cavity, to the LED light strip that stretched for more than 7,000 meters like a holy light, and to Arthur's Tower.

"What was Arthur doing?"

330 didn't change his face, and said while covering his face.

"King Arthur only cared about ringing the bell and applauding, standing on the moral high ground and pointing at the BOSS."