Karen retracted his hand, smiled and said to Gaspar: "This will definitely be a healthy child.

"Thank you." A soft smile appeared on Gaspar's face, and she reached out to touch her belly. At this moment, she was filled with a kind of motherhood.

Unfortunately, Karen was not in the mood to praise and appreciate it. In his mind, he was still chewing on the words he heard earlier.

As the successor of Machettini, Marvalho's descendants are indeed more likely to inherit some special abilities. Anything contaminated with divinity is prone to unexpected changes.

pollute.

What is controllable or temporarily controllable is God’s blessing; otherwise, it is God’s blessing

Essentially, it's the same.

Although Marvalho's child has not yet been born, judging from the fragments of consciousness he captured earlier, there must be some kind of problem with this child.

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This kind of problem cannot be explained simply by inheriting his father's bloodline, because Marvalho's inheritance is memory, experience and some special abilities. But the consciousness carried by this child, although very weak, is real.

The earth expresses "now".

It can even be inferred that this child surpassed his father Marvalho in terms of inheritance level.

What is this, conjugation of father and son?

It seemed that he felt the provocation from the outside world, and the hunger addiction in his body reared its head again, for the eighth time today.

Zhu Guanlei looked at the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the small hall and said, "You sensed its strange movement."

After a long while, I sighed and said: "You are a direct participant, but your project team has changed the topic because of this, and will make some necessary cooperation. The topic is: how to prevent the leakage of divine pollution and avoid bad things.

"

It's really strange that a series of things that make him dislike and like happen together, and his mood can be intense.

Suddenly, Luther heard Da Kangna's voice, and it was as if the whole world was filled with the sound of his own heavy breathing.

Da Kangna said: "Mr. Alfred's latest order is that as long as he

When you leave that barrier, you have to follow him, just like the little stupid dragon and the whip bearer."

The response came below:

Open the car window and the crow flies out.

"Luther, does it hurt like that?"

"It's necessary."

"Because he has no small belief in order in his heart."

"Oh, that's right."

"Hungry... so hungry..."

When he said that, Marvalho's expression became richer, as if his original confused consciousness was gradually fading away, and as a result, the keen perception of being half asleep and half awake was lost.

If an abnormal person possesses such a mark, he will probably be immediately turned into an idiot by the consciousness of the artifact, but Luther's external problem is small, so he can just let the mild-tempered and arrogant scythe be trained by the hunger addiction in his body.

All the attendants of the artifact came out and knelt down towards the figure:

Marchetti asked: "What is he worried about?"

The altar ended its operation. Without any introduction or foreshadowing by Marchetti, Luther and I appeared outside a space of consciousness surrounded by stars. Immediately, the seven of us looked up and down together.

"Is it him, a friend who visits the dormitory?"

Luther reached out and touched his left arm. The totem disappeared and was no longer visible.

The carriage arrived at Zhu Guanlei's laboratory. There was no whip of order inside the laboratory responsible for security control. Marchetti had to go through a routine ID check every time he left the room, but Luther did.

"You want to hear the answer he gives you, but of course, he can't choose to make it up now."

Marchetti fell silent.

"Yes, it is indeed an excuse."

"Meet the elder."

If Luther just wanted to put a complicated seal, it would be equivalent to smearing the entire ink pad crazily with his own hands.

operate."

"Now, let's kill off its remaining consciousness, Niya Leila, he will be responsible

Zhu Guan raised the back of his hand towards it and said:

Warscythe was enraged.

Marchetti might be interested, but Luther never looked away from my face, which made my words seem less natural.

Da Kangna raised her arms: "What if, he eats a bone first?" It is getting more and more mature.

impatient."

"You seem to need your care. Every time you care about you, you are very annoyed."

Luther touched Da Kangna's head and corrected: "It's a child."

"Haha, what he said, no one would use the dosage for animals."

Is there nothing wrong with my child?

"Thanks."

Already."

Luther knocked Marchetti away and said: "The old wounds left on the battlefield have recurred.

"It seems that a lot of things happened during the time you were at the rear."

Zhu Guanlei poured two glasses of fruit wine, added ice cubes, and handed one glass to Luther:

"Hiss...wow!"

At that time, the [Scythe of War] enshrined in the temple stopped shaking violently, causing the stars to tremble.

Zhu Guan nodded and said: "Having that kind of consciousness is magical."

Da Kangna opened her eyes, did she avoid or resist.

Although he was suppressed by Luther every time and there was no real explosion, it successfully affected Luther's mood with minimal impact.

"You should ask him and tell you what he knows."

"Shut up."

"It will get worse before he goes out to work, so he should be less concerned about it."

Luther grabbed Da Kangna's shoulders. The big bone dragon's strength was very small, and he supported Luther firmly, and took Luther back to the carriage.

Luther put the lid back on the cup calmly, put it on silently, and said, "You'd better go to the laboratory." Then, Luther said to Gaspar, "If you have nothing to do, you want to find your little son of God.

help."

swirl.

For seven weeks, the power of order was condensed weakly, forming a storm of words.

"Inform Alfred and send over the sealed coffin prepared for you."

The driver directly controlled the carriage to levitate and fly towards the barrier.

They are both temple elders, but that woman's single score exceeds that of a very small number of people in the temple.

"For example, like you?" Ma Qieluo revealed the back of his hand. Under the entire back of his hand was the mark of a sickle, which was very bright. "That symbolizes the authority to use that artifact. How could he exceed it?"

you.

Luther was about to stand up when suddenly, I felt a weak hunger coming over me.

In the beginning, in order to suppress his hunger addiction, Luther asked Alfred to build himself an extremely strong sealed coffin. This was a method to deal with the most extreme outbreaks.

It must be said that the lifespan of the temple elders has broken the limits of human beings, so my lifespan is considered to have broken the limits of the temple elders.

In the carriage, Zhu Guan said to Da Kangna:

“It’s just for human use.

The staff outside the laboratory saluted Luther and Marchetti. On the way, Zhu Guan also saw Ophelia.

“Buzz!

"No matter what happens later, he can't worry, you will keep it a secret for him.

What Zhu Guanlei said is that compared to a "little man" like Luther, my "little man like the Son of God" is less optimistic sometimes.

The elder of the male temple immediately said: "Yes, you will report that matter."

Now, it was swaying back and forth, and it felt like someone was making a provocative gesture by wagging their fingers at him.

It's time to go back, it's time to go back

"It's not bad. Your main job is to write notes. If you hand over important notes, other people in relevant departments will not be able to absorb and certify them. The research done by the project team you lead is only a large part.
To be continued...