Arad's crooked savior

Ye Lin looked at the beautiful silhouette in the sky and asked thoughtfully: "Wanzi, Teacher Monica must have a very important project when she goes back in such a hurry, right?"

"ah?"

Wanzi, who was stuffing potato chips into his mouth, blinked and said vaguely, "I don't know. The teacher only said that eggshells have high research value, but he didn't say what they are for."

Originally, the assistant who was looking for materials on this trip was Iqi who came with Monica, because ordinary people are not strong enough and may have accidents in the turbulent Harlem area.

As a result, the troublemaker Iqi rarely refused. Early this morning, he took his third-generation magic machine and ran to Central Park to challenge Niwu for a duel.

I want to avenge the defeat of the first alliance to Niwu!

As for the outcome, everyone in the friendly library was betting on how many minutes Iqi would lose.

Dinner was still skillfully prepared by Chef Nozomi, with others helping out. The deep darkness of Harlem outside could not block the warm light inside EX Dornier.

The curator was taking notes summarizing the day as usual in the library. She was the only one who had the habit of writing a diary. As for Feng Ying, Xiaoyu, who was energetic and lazy, might not be able to write more than a few lines in a month.

The sound of the door being gently opened disturbed her thoughts, and the soft fingers holding the pen paused. The curator looked at the nearly completed diary, then put down the pen and stretched his slightly tired body.

She is a very competent and excellent secretary. Although the work of Wuxuan Town was given to the bunny girl Rossello, she has always been responsible for the responsibilities of the secretary.

Now, the "boss" obviously has nothing to do.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll rub your shoulders and you have something to drink."

Ye Lin quickly locked the door and raised the coffee in his hand. It smelled rich and fragrant. He ground it himself at the bar, brewed it and brought it over.

"You, if you can squeeze your shoulders well, you will be a ghost."

The mature and intellectual curator didn't know that this was an excuse to prepare for a job transfer. She rolled her eyes at him charmingly, leaned back on the bench, and ignored the cup of coffee.

If he is not honest when drinking, it will definitely spill on his uniform.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes of serious massage, his hands were like meteorites falling from the starry sky, following the unbuttoned collar of the GBL teacher's uniform with an unstoppable force and grasping the food of the future little curator.

"By the way, Ye Lin, do you have any guesses about Monica wanting Isis eggshells?"

The curator had always been gentle and doting on him, with rosy cheeks but not shyness. He took the initiative to place a still warm lace shell on the desk where he was writing just now.

"There is a vague guess, but I'm not sure what she is doing."

He couldn't put it down and twisted his hands, and at the same time guessed and explained: "Do you still remember that golden light shining next to Monica, like a human figure in the form of a god?"

"of course I remember."

The curator nodded slightly and fell into memories. When the hell dimension was opened by Charles Foz, Monica, the leader of a first-class force, once publicly displayed her mysterious trump card.

Although defeated by the conqueror, the power of being able to exit gracefully and calmly!

Easily destroying nearly a thousand terrifying hell demons in the Harlem area, the corpses were piled up like a mountain.

The gentle and quiet lady Monica actually hid such a violent killing method. This also made many powerful people and forces in the demon world begin to re-examine the ancient library after the war.

Ye Lin sat on the sofa in the corner of the library and patted his thigh. As an honorary believer of GBL and the protector of the future leader, he has been very diligent in paying the membership fee.

Taking off the wet and thin hair tie, the curator directly put it on Ye Lin's head. GBL is lucky to have such ardent and sincere believers.

As the person in charge of his one-to-one collection of money, he was naturally given a warm welcome, and the relationship was so close that it was difficult to part with him.

"I confirmed with Held before that the mysterious body controlled by Teacher Monica is indeed an artificial experimental body from the ancient Terra era that was supposed to carry the thirteenth Darkness of the Beginning."

The twelve "gods" were not satisfied with the comfort in front of them, and wanted to release the power sealed by Terra and create a thirteenth life form.

Then, gunpowder smoke spread across the mainland, dyeing the entire sky red...

The new thirteenth creation naturally needs a body strong enough to carry it. Therefore, the scientists headed by the Sage were deceived and deceived, created the thirteenth body, and started a war against the King of Terra.

In the end, before the Thirteenth Darkness was successfully created, the great will came from the depths of the universe...

Later, the primordial darkness under Terra selected the remorseful Held, and she became the only apostle who did not experience the destruction of the body and the soul to find a carrier again, that is, the one who knows everything.

The "divine body" that was originally built to accommodate the Thirteenth Darkness was lucky enough to survive the explosion because it had the highest level of technological protection.

The "divine body" controlled by Monica symbolizes the highest achievement of the artificial human Homonkuluz. It is the artificial Beyana, a god!

Although Held listed it as a taboo, Monica also knew that her behavior was very inappropriate, but in the face of the extraordinary power and top skills, as well as the strong curiosity of magicians, she could not help but be tempted.

The curator suddenly lowered his figure and stopped moving, frowning as if he was planning something. After a few seconds or maybe a few minutes, the water in Chunjiang became warm and out of control.

After silently regaining consciousness and panting for a long time, the curator held his hot forehead, his eyes were soft and numb, and his breath was warm, and said: "So, Monica may want to transfer the apostle energy of the eggshell to the ancient artificial body. body?"

"It may also be other experimental projects. This is just a guess on my part."

The little curator's future food is right in front of him, a large portion of creamy cherry pudding, which has a mysterious power of reassuring people and makes him greedy at first glance.

Ye Lin took a deep breath and seemed to be calming his mood, but suddenly he took a deep breath, giving the little curator a taste first.

The jaw opened so wide that it nearly dislocated.

…………

EX Dornier shines with bright lights, illuminating the roofs of skyscrapers. In this ruined city, it is like a conspicuous beacon in the dark sea.

There was no space for Wanzi to do experiments in the airship, so Wanzi, who was not yet sleepy, hummed a song and banged on the roof while chewing a piece of candy.

"The stingy cat, the big snowman, the burning pumpkin, the glowing bugs..."

Hiatt, who came out to check if there was anything unusual around him, nodded slightly, and then deliberately mocked: "The lyrics and music are so childish, why don't you learn how to write lyrics from He-Man?"

"Well, I think it's very childish too." Wanzi nodded lightly with deep understanding, then spread his hands to Siatt, who was a little surprised, and smiled proudly: "This song is Iqi's work, not written by me. "

The enemy of her enemy is her friend. If she could hit Iqi, she wouldn't mind echoing Fei Lao.

"There are good friends on this beautiful machine, don't be afraid, let's take risks together~~" Maruko continued to hum.

Although the lyrics don't have much depth, this song, which seems to be a "nursery rhyme," is actually quite catchy when sung smoothly.

"Hey, come on out, Electric Rabbit!"

Wanzi threw away the magic tool in her hand and loudly announced that her work was completed. It was a huge rabbit magic machine with a light blue body and two vivid front teeth.

Stab~

A blue arc of electric current flashed, and a black smoke filled with sparks emerged from the gap where the electric rabbit was spliced, and then it disintegrated directly on the spot.

"Tsk, tsk, big failure, pitiful." Siatt teased, then yawned sleepily and asked, "When do you go to bed? The airship has to lock the door."

"Do you want face?"

…

"Hey, you stinky manhole cover, I asked you when you were going to take a break. Do you think I want to lose face? I'm a coward, right?"

Siatt pinched Wanzi's smooth and delicate pretty face with two fingers. She was a little more awake and her vision was not good.

"Uh~ No, I didn't say that!" Wanzi struggled.

"Do you... want... face?"

…

The deep, old voice came faintly again, full of the smell of decay.

Siatt suddenly woke up, turned around, drew her sword in one breath, and pointed at the rickety old man wrapped in a gray robe in the corner of the rooftop.

On the rooftop of a building several hundred meters high, in a dead and ruined city, there were actually "living people" climbing to the top in the middle of the night, asking them if they "wanted face".

"I have many faces, what do you want?"

The old man's wrinkled cheeks were as densely packed as a woven bamboo mat. He slowly opened his robe. As expected, there were many faces on both sides of the robe.

Human face!