My Skills Are Not Serious

　　 Zhao Xiubei lost his left eye and fell into a coma again. Yiyi Yaya threw out the blood sacrifice circle and threw it in front of Chen Fang.

　　 "I feel so lucky that I didn't kill them."

　　 "Who told me not to kill them, alas, I'm really upset."

　　 Zhao Xiubei said distress, but he smiled.

　　 "But maybe this is better. I have a lot of fun. Killing at most makes you sad and guilty. Then you find me revenge. If you kill me, you will be free. How can this work."

　　 "This person doesn't kill, but I put it in front of you every day to make you look at the holes in your eyes. It's much better than imagined after killing someone."

　　 "I look forward to how you will look when you meet me again in the future."

　　 Zhao Xiubei showed expectation on his face.

　　 "Oh, yes, you should thank me, at least without the left eye, they will no longer be coveted by our church in the future and can live the life they want happily."

　　 "Hey, I suddenly feel that I am not a bad person."

　　 "Leave a line in doing things, and you will meet each other in the future. You see, I didn't kill them. When you become stronger in the future, you will save me a life when you meet me."

　　 Zhao Xiubei smiled slyly.

　　 "You are crazy, you are really crazy."

　　 Chen Fang hugged Yiyiyaya into his arms, and regardless of whether it would press the long sword that passed through his chest, he hugged them tightly, and muttered while watching Zhao Xiubei.

　　 After Zhao Xiubei finished speaking, he ignored Chen Fang. The god-calling ceremony had reached a critical time.

　　 The head in the crack in the air took a look at the sacrifice in Zhao Xiubei's hand, and then left the crack. Then a huge hand stretched out from the crack, and the open palm seemed to be begging for something.

　　 Upon seeing this, Zhao Xiubei immediately offered two marked eyeballs, and then floated under the influence of a force.

　　 "Chen Fang!"

　　 Two exclaims sounded behind Chen Fang, and then Chen Fang felt that he was being lifted up.

　　 After defeating the three obstructors, the two Jimo Wenren who rushed here were very alarmed when they saw the sword tip emerging from behind Chen Fang.

After 　　 ran to Chen Fang, he was relieved to see that he was still conscious, holding the two children in his arms, and their slightly trembling noses.

　　 But seeing the long sword inserted in Chen Fang's chest, he became nervous again.

　　 "I'll pull it out." Wenren grabbed the hilt quickly.

　　 "Don't, there are no medical supplies. If you pull it out, you will die. Let's go down to treat the wound on his body. It is not safe here." Jimo stopped Wenren's rash action.

　　 Chen Fang had lost enough blood. At this time, his mind was a little dizzy and his consciousness was still clear, so he handed Yiyiyaya to Jimo.

　　 "I have no strength, I can't hold it anymore."

　　 "Leave it to me, don't worry I will take care of them." Jimo said softly.

　　 Chen Fang didn't take her words to heart, but if he had some strength, he would not give the two children to others.

　　 "Under the friendly reminder, you'd better leave the battlefield quickly, my **** descends, but it is dazzling."

　　 Just as Wenren helped Chen Fang and Jimo was holding the two children to leave, Zhao Xiubei's voice suddenly came over.

　　 Zhao Xiubei's words did not attract the attention of Jimo Wenren, they now only want to take Chen Fang and three people out of here.

　　 But Chen Fang was really agitated when he heard it. He always felt that Zhao Xiubei's words meant something, but now his brain was not awake due to blood loss, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't think of what he meant.

A few people went down very slowly. On the way, they just met a person from Mortal Technology. The headed bald, when Chen Fang and the others passed by, just glanced at Chen Fang and brought a team with tactical sunglasses. The soldier left.

　　 When Chen Fang passed by his bald head, he stared straight at his face and imprinted his features deeply in his mind. He didn't know why. At this moment, he felt that this person was even more disgusting than Zhao Xiubei.

　　 "Glorious, brilliant, what do you mean?"

　　 Chen Fang kept mumbling to himself all the way, he really wanted to be different from what Zhao Xiubei said last.

　　 "What are you thinking?" Wenren who had been supporting Chen Fang asked.

　　 "I was thinking of what Zhao Xiubei said last." Chen Fangjue saw the black star in front of him, but he still answered Wenren.

　　 "Don't take what he says to your heart, don't think about it." Wenren added, "He is a lunatic."

　　 "Yeah, he is a lunatic."

　　 Chen Fang's behavior during contact with Zhao Xiubei made him feel that this man is a perverted lunatic.

　　 "Why do you care so much about what he said?" Jimo asked.

　　 "I don't know, my instinct makes me think there is something wrong with what he said." Chen Fang said.

　　 "Do you know the **** that has many eyes?" Chen Fang asked again.

　　 "I remember that the **** depicted on a mural also has many eyes, but I'm not sure if they are the same." Jimo frowned and thought.

　　 "Let's talk about it first." Chen Fang said.

　　 Jimo described it now.

　　 The fresco is probably a process of the death of a god. Due to the age, many of the murals are damaged, so I can only guess a rough idea.

This **** is a **** with few believers and no temple. No temple means unable to collect and gain faith to increase divine power. Failure to increase divine power means that there is no strength or right to speak among the gods, and it may be plundered at any time. dissipate.

　　 In order to maintain existence, God uses his ability to invade the eyes of the world and observe everything in the world. He can often learn the secrets of other gods and believers under his seat, such as when to launch a holy war against the hostile church, where the church artifacts are stored, and so on.

He used the information he obtained to trade with other gods to gain divine power. It can be said that while using this information to earn divine power, he unintentionally provoked the anger between the gods and aggravated the original divine power. The contradiction between the gods.

The most fundamental contradiction between gods and spirits is the struggle for faith, and the hatred generated by the struggle cannot be mediated. The eyes of all beings peddling the intelligence of the world church will undoubtedly put a certain **** at a disadvantage in the fight for faith. There is nothing to say, anyway, the magical battle that led to the death of God was detonated because of his behavior of selling information.

　　 Similarly, his behavior was scrutinized by the gods, so the moment before the battle broke out, he first received the lunch.

　　 "That's about it, but there is a picture of him showing great power."

　　 "It seems to be shining divinely, everyone who is exposed to it will offer one of their own eyes." Jimo said at last.

　　 "I see... ahem, let's get out of here quickly and go to the ruins to find a backlit place."

　　 Chen Fang listened to Jimo's words, with a flash of inspiration, shouted, and then affected the wound, coughing unceasingly, but still insisted on finishing the words.

　　 "You are very hurt, can you not be so excited," Wen Ren said hurriedly.

"I understand what you mean. The dazzling brilliance by Zhao Xiubei means it literally, but it's useless. Some people on the murals have their eyes closed, and some people are hiding in the corner, and they will still be illuminated by the gods. The light is transparent. The wall." Jimo instantly understood what Chen Fang meant, but still shook his head.

　　 "Ahem...what should I do." Chen Fang felt weak.

"If it's like what we guessed, then why would the mortal technology's God-Slaying Corps dare to face it? They must know more about gods than us, why?" Jimo looked at the back of the leaving God-Slaying Corps soldier in thought. Tao.

　　 "Maybe they think they can resist the light by wearing sunglasses."

　　 Wenren said casually, which caused Jimo's inspiration to flash.

　　 "Yes, they are glasses." Jimo shouted.

　　 "Ah? Sister, you won't be stupid, I'll just talk about it, how is it possible." Wenren said quickly.

　　What is a god, there is a ruining existence in the legend, you say that the light of the **** can be blocked by sunglasses? Sister, are you sure you are not kidding me? Do you have any misunderstandings about God? You think that the power of God can be blocked by a small sunglasses. It is unthinkable. If you know this, you will not laugh out of your teeth, and you will be speechless.

　　 "No, very likely."

　　 "God will be killed because of his own weakness. This is an accepted fact."

　　 "Then its divine power will be restrained by something, isn't it right?" Jimo said.

　　 "No, I just don't believe that a little ordinary glasses can restrain the gods." Wenren said.

　　 Although Chen Fang's brain is a bit unclear because of the blood loss, he also thinks it's a bit riddled.

　　 "This involves many aspects, let me just say it briefly."

　　 "God's divinity and theocracy are very single, unmatched in his realm, but the same, will be restricted by the rules of the world, or even destroyed."

　　 "Just like a guilty lantern-bearer, why was he crushed to death by 999 tons of gold?"

　　 "I boldly guess that as a soul judge, the guilty lantern needs fairness and justice the most, so what can weaken and invalidate the meaning of fairness and justice?"

　　 "Money."

　　 "Yes, almost everyone will subconsciously define wealth as the source of evil."

　　 "I don't understand."

　　 "This is the suppression of divinity by human nature, which involves a theory of the birth of a god, a theory of uncovering a box, and a theory of ideology giving material attributes. I will talk about it later." Jimo said.

　　 Nima, whether I am traveling through a fantasy world or a scientific world, why do two opposite things, **** and science, exist at the same time, and the theories produced are one and the same, Chen Fang is speechless, and his chest hurts.

"With the example of a guilty lantern, I boldly guessed why the glasses restrain the power of the eyes of the gods, probably because in the consciousness of all people, glasses are a concept that protects the eyes, especially in strong light. ." Jimo inferred.

　　 "I don't understand very well, but can we hurry up, we will all be blind if we continue." Chen Fang said weakly.

　　 The bad guys died because of a lot of talk, and the big guys and teammates forced science popularization. This is not an anime~www.wuxiaspot.com~ if you keep beeping, you really have to kneel.

　　 "Yes, yes, yes, no matter if what you said is true or not, our main thing now is to take a picture of a place for Chen Fang to heal and find glasses to wear." Wen Ren said hurriedly.

　　 Chen Fang was able to walk two steps on his own just now, and now he is completely powerless, and the whole person is drooping on her, relying on her to support him.

　　 "Uncle, Ya Ya has sunglasses."

　　 Just when Chen Fang was entangled in where to find sunglasses, the bud Ya who was held in Jimo's arms suddenly spoke.

　　 "Ya Ya, you are awake, is there anything uncomfortable?" Chen Fang was extremely surprised.

　　 "It hurts if the left eye can't be opened." Ya Ya's left eye is actually very painful, but she doesn't want Chen Fang to worry and endure it.

　　 Zhao Xiubei, wait, I will add 100 times the pain that Ya Ya suffered today. Chen Fang looked at Ya Ya who was suffering but endured alone, and vowed secretly.

　　 Yaya recovered a little bit of strength at this time, reaching out from her little belly pocket and taking out five pairs of sunglasses with fruit-shaped frames.

　　 This was bought by the other three Yaya women when they had time to go shopping. She wanted to give it as a gift to everyone after the race.

　　 "It's almost time to find a safe place for Chen Fang to heal." Wenren took the sunglasses and brought Chen Fang and himself.

　　 "Let’s go to the medical room in the Great Arena."

　　 Jimo finished speaking and took everyone away. The medical room of the Great Arena is located in every area, just beside the entrance of the area.

　　 At this time, on the hillside, Zhao Xiubei was still looking for the divine power group, and the circle he was in was surrounded by mortal technology people, and all his men were wiped out.

　　 "God is nothing but a prisoner who was released."

　　 The bald man looked at the crack in the air and whispered.