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"Then I feel that everything in me has lost its meaning, and I have no motivation to do anything. I just live by the instinct of the body."

Sartre stood there with a peaceful face, calmly recounting the past to Lily. "But then I found other goals in life. I regained the belief in living."

"How can it be done?" Lily couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Child, when you are confused, just calm down and stay alone, and follow your heart while excluding all external distractions."

"Did you know? The God of Light is dead, and other religions are maliciously slandering him and beginning to misinterpret his image. He is also described as an evil **** who sacrificed his life like Futan. After observation, I found my goal in life. ."

"I'm too old, I'm afraid I won't live long, but I can't tolerate my past gods being slandered like this."

"So I plan to record this history and record this dead religion on paper, so that the world will know that there was such a religion on the ocean."

Said that Sartre showed a trace of emotion on his face, "The New Testament says that the God of Light is kind and great. He has mercy on us, and intends to send us to a light place without death and despair."

"I don't care what others say, but I firmly believe that what He said is true, because the noble God of Light simply disdains and lies."

Lily's heart suddenly moved when she heard this, she thought of the warm ball of light that had revived herself.

"Yeah! The God of Light never lied!" Lily nodded in agreement.

As a person who was resurrected by the God of Light, no matter what others say, Lily has always been grateful to God of Light.

Hearing what the female student in front of him said, Sartre's eyes lit up and he nodded approvingly at her, "Thank you, boy, nowadays few people hear an old man say these long talks. I will give you a book."

After speaking, he turned around and rummaged in the pile of books, and finally slid a book with a pure black cover and a white inverted triangle painted on it into Lily's hand.

"This is the "New Testament", which records the explanation of the oracle of light. I hope it will help you in your future choices."

Lily took it over with some restraint. "Is it bad? Books in the academy library are not allowed to be borrowed."

"Don't worry, boy, as a librarian, I still have certain privileges."

Hearing what the other party said, Lily no longer insisted, holding the book and bowing to him. "Thank you, sir, what you said is very enlightening to me."

After speaking, she walked towards the library door holding the book.

Seeing Lily's back slowly leaving, Sartre showed a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed very happy.

"Hey, Sartre, didn't I tell you not to do this?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Sartre turned his head and said to the colleague who had come from behind to change shifts: "I'm just providing help to a student who needs help. Is there anything I can't do?"

"You are not a believer in the God of Light. What do you recommend these books to say? Are you really afraid of being caught by the dean one day and expelling you?"

Putting the key in his pocket on the desk next to him, Sartre put his hands behind his back and walked out of the library, "You don't need to worry about it. I will deduct the books I send out from my salary."

When Sartre walked out of the school gate after get off work, he saw the students in pairs outside, and there was a trace of envy in his somewhat muddy eyes. He once had such a beautiful youth.

"It's good to be young, haha." Sartre got on the tram and hurried home.

When Sartre came to his residence in the dock area, half an hour later, he took out the key and was opening the door, showing off a little bit in his mouth.

"Salia, I did a good thing today. I helped a confused student. I think I did a good job. I can reward myself with a tobacco."

When the lock was opened, he walked in, and then buckled the scar on his forehead with the nail of his right hand, and buckled the scar, revealing the white inverted triangle below.

Taking off his shoes and putting on soft slippers, Sartre walked slowly to one of the two-seater sofas and sat down, and continued the topic just now on the other sofa.

"If I used to, I might have let her teach, but now I can only think about it, hoping that she can find enlightenment in the oracle of the God of Light."

With a smile on his face, Sartre reached out and touched the back of his hand made of a floral bag on the arm of the opposite sofa.

It was not a human being sitting on the sofa, but a puppet doll about the size of a human, with a portrait of an old lady pasted on the doll's face, and a white inverted triangle on the old lady's forehead.

"I just said it. I have to reward myself with one. Don't worry, I just opened the window." Sartre blinked at the puppet and pulled one from the cigarette case below.

He put the cigarette in front of his nose and took a deep breath, then clicked Meimei.

Accompanied by the white mist of cigarettes, he picked up a "New Testament" and read it again.

As the noble pope's comment on the oracle issued by the God of Light, Sartre had memorized it as early as thirty years ago, but he still felt that he looked at it.

"Your soul, your flesh, and your bones belong only to the great Him. The old ruler is indeed almighty in everything."

"His throne is on the water, but now it is not necessarily, but this is to test you and see which of you has the best job."

"The God of Light is a benevolent God. When he returns, he will bestow eternal life on all his fellow citizens and take everyone to the land of light, where they can enjoy happiness and peace until the end of time."

Thinking of it, Sartre seemed to have been back for decades, lying on the street so hungry that his chest was hungry against his back, and a piece of fragrant holy bread saved him.

Sartre seemed to have returned to the brightly lit Cathedral of the Holy Light, the familiar hymn was sung in his ears, and his friendship, love and affection came back at this moment.

But when the cigarette burned out, the ethereal singing in his ears gradually disappeared, and he returned to his cold house full of tears.

He held the "New Testament" almost choked and said: "Great God of Light, you said that you are omnipotent, even if you die, one day you will be resurrected, right?"

Sartre stood up after speaking and walked to the table to continue his writing.

The pen tip rustled across the paper. After entering the big family of Guangming Shenjiao, UU read www.uukanshu. Com So far, he has been alone with millions of brothers and sisters.

It records that the teaching staff has given him work, given him food and even distributed him to his beloved ones.

Outsiders always say that the blessings of the Guangming God are cruel and the death rate is high, but they never say that because they can't lie, the believers of the Guangming God are the purest.

Everyone thinks and says the same. There is almost no intrigue, no hatred, and everyone is working hard for the same goal.

It is also because of the inability to lie, and the chaotic outside, the marriage within the church is highly stable, and few people cheat and divorce.

And the blessing allows the believers to eliminate their fear, and in this depressive and chaotic earth and sea, they can protect them from the whispers of the sea.

He wants to justify his religion as the last believer in the **** of light!

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