Late at night, Liu Yufeng returned to his island. It was only at this moment that he breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as his nervous heartstrings relaxed, fatigue began to spread throughout his body.

Slowly raising his head, Liu Yufeng saw Natasha who had been waiting for him by the campfire, and this woman who had been waiting for his return was also looking at him.

"Let's take a bath."

Natasha pulled Liu Yufeng to her newly bought bathtub and began to add boiled water to the half bucket of cold water.

After stirring for a while with her own arms and feeling that the water temperature was more suitable, Natasha began to undress Liu Yufeng and untied the little man's black cloak. Natasha found that the little man's white shirt was soaked with sweat.

of.

After unbuttoning her wet shirt, Natasha helped Liu Yufeng take off his clothes. Neither of them showed any shyness in the whole process. Liu Yufeng stepped on the wooden stool and stepped into the tub. Everything was so natural.

The moment his whole body was wrapped in hot water, Liu Yufeng felt extremely relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be floating in a warm ocean. His physical and mental fatigue was fully relieved, and his stress was also released to a certain extent.

Outside the tub, Natasha began to wipe Liu Yufeng's body with a towel. The edge of the tub was relatively high, which was not very convenient. Her clothes slipped off, and Natasha also stepped into the tub.

This tub is so big that even if two people sit in it, they won't feel crowded.

Natasha wiped Liu Yufeng's body very carefully, from top to bottom, every trace and every inch was wiped very carefully and delicately.

After wiping everything down, she sat under the tub and let the little man sit on her lap, leaning against her body. The water level just reached the necks of the two of them, and then she raised her hands and began to rub the little man gently.

He rubbed the man's temples, then kneaded his shoulders and neck, and kept pressing them like this for more than twenty minutes.

Until Liu Yufeng held her hand,

"Go to sleep, I'm tired."

Natasha wiped the body of the little man and herself. She wanted to put the little man into freshly washed clothes, but Liu Yufeng put on his white shirt and tied the black cloak again. Even the white gloves were worn again.

Wear it on your hand.

He only changed into a pair of pants.

After being together for a long time, Natasha knew to some extent that this set of clothes was very unusual. It usually did not need to be washed because it was always clean. Even if it suddenly became dirty, it would quietly recover.

And the most important point is that this black cloak, white shirt, and white gloves seem to be some kind of combat method of Liu Yufeng.

And wearing them to sleep shows that Liu Yufeng's heart is not as relaxed as he appears at this time.

Maybe he was really tired, Liu Yufeng fell asleep soon after returning to the room, and Natasha on the other side of little Tyra also closed her eyes.

.....

Dead Sea World, Temple of Order.

Although this place is not a real paradise, but a temple on a vast continent, it is also bathed in the glory of the gods, emitting sacred white light day and night.

It is like a beacon in the darkness, especially conspicuous when night comes.

At this time, an important meeting was being held in the Temple of Order. Among the attendees were priests from major temples and nobles with prominent backgrounds.

They are the people with real power in the Dead Sea world. Although their official positions are not prominent, their power is indeed considerable. They are a typical group of people with small officials but high power.

because,

They are the makers of the Dead Sea World game.

At this moment, the person sitting at the top of the temple is the priest of the Temple of Order. He is a man who looks upright.

Next to him sits a man wearing glasses. He is a nobleman and the maker of player games. He likes to call himself: director.

Others are priests from various temples and other nobles.

The meeting at this time has been discussed for a while, and the content has been centered around the two topics of "faith" and "death". This has been a heated discussion for a long time, and the man who likes to call himself the director is exactly this topic.

The man at the center of the whirlpool, so after listening to many priests' "criticism" of him, the director spoke.

"That's not what you said when you needed people to do this dirty work. What did you say?"

The director stood up and put his left hand next to his cheek, like a small trumpet standing up. He imitated the dull expressions of the priests at that time and pursed his lips and continued:

"We don't care so much, as long as you can reduce the survival rate of the new divine people to the lowest, you can do whatever you want."

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The director knocked on the table and glanced at everyone in front of the conference table with intriguing eyes.

"According to your request, I not only completed the task, but also reduced the survival rate of the new divine people to less than 2%. At the same time, the spiritual world of the majority of nobles has been fully enriched, right Ridner? I saw you taking advantage of

You make a lot of money from live broadcasting of games! When the power of faith turns into Dead Sea coins, your wealth has surpassed that of the former Archbishop!"

The man named Lidner took a gentle sip of the fragrant coffee in front of the table, then looked at the director lightly and said:

"Darnell, let's get down to business. There's no need to keep mentioning how much money I made. After all, I'm just a passerby. Where the money went in the end, everyone here knows better than me."

"Praise the moon, Darnell, you have to understand that we are not completely denying you. As we have said clearly before, several great beings in the Kingdom of God jointly put pressure on us to stop killing the new people of God.

The reason is that most of the gods are sleeping in the God Realm, and they want to restart the divine path and let the new gods spread their faith for the gods and guide the way for the gods to return."

"Hahaha! This is the biggest joke my director has ever heard!" Darnell held his belly and laughed forward and backward. When he laughed silently, his expression suddenly became solemn. He slowly raised his head and squinted his eyes and asked the priests present.

:

"Aren't these big guys from the Kingdom of God joking? The God of Destiny has given a revelation. In the past twenty years, some of the divine people who have entered the Dead Sea world have existences that can threaten the order of the Kingdom of Heaven in the future. They actually allowed these divine people to

To spread faith? Hahahaha! I have already thought of slogans for those heavenly beings, come and praise our great evil god!"

Darnell put his hand on his chest solemnly and said sincerely.

"You don't need to ridicule, and put away your poor performance. This is a temple. Although the gods are sleeping, it is not a place where you can be arrogant." The Death Priest said to Darnell with a cold expression. He hated this person very much.

, and the games he designed.

"Okay, sir, the Clarence family will reduce its support for the Temple of Death. In an era when the power of faith is no longer there, I think your Lord has not yet understood the importance of the Dead Sea coins." Darnell said tit for tat, as a person in the world of the Dead Sea.

As a big family, he does have the confidence to challenge the Temple of Death. After all, the gods eat meat, and big families like them don't just drink soup.

The era when the gods were sitting in the heavens was fine, and all the families were holding their tails between their legs and becoming grandchildren, but after the second war between gods, times have changed, haven't they?

Seeing that the Death Priest looked extremely displeased, director Darnell looked regretful, shook his head slightly, and said to the priests present:

“I laugh at the pitiful fantasies of some of you. How long has Allah been missing? Have you ever counted it?

How many years? Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Or is it so long that we don’t even know it yet?

here,

It’s heaven, yes,

This is God's paradise, the back garden of the great Allah.

But since Allah disappeared, year after year passed, and the back garden was in chaos. Gradually, the servant sat on the master's table and became the master.

The gardener became a servant of God.

Even the cats and dogs in the garden came to the dinner table.”

After saying this, Garnell reached out and tapped the white crystal conference table in the Temple of Order.

That's right,

With the corner of his mouth slightly raised, he called everyone including himself cats and dogs, but the conference table was surprisingly quiet. Although everyone's expressions were not good-looking, none of the priests and nobles present refuted his words, because

What he said is true.

"Then, I'm curious, why some of us still can't figure it out, do you think this world is still God's paradise? Hahahahaha!"

Darnell laughed extremely wildly, and his laughter continued to echo in the temple. Finally, he pressed his hands on the conference table in the temple, rubbing his two index fingers against the conference table made of a whole piece of white crystal, revealing a look on his face.

He continued to say with a bewildered expression:

"Don't you understand yet? This place has become a paradise for humans, a carnival of sin. When some of the people of the gods decide to be superior, class appears."

"When the swollen human heart lacks restraint, it is like a wild horse running wild. Gradually, all the evil in the world returns here, because the wicked are no longer judged, and the good are no longer rewarded."

"Can you still remember how long ago the first murder case was in heaven?"

"Where are the slaves in captivity? They can be taken and played with as they please every day, and they will perform all kinds of ridiculous farces. When they are tired of playing, they will be killed and another batch will be replaced."

"Is it happy here? Do you dare to say that it is unhappy here? Do you dare to say that those of us who are above us are unhappy?"

"Dark Priest, I heard that you just married your sixty-third wife and killed your first wife for fun. Is that right?"

The man opposite Janelle waved his hand to confirm that he was not embarrassed. In this era, this is not new news, is it?

"Great Priest of Order, you don't seem to be presiding over the order that should exist, even though we all agree that what you did is correct."

The Priest of Order sitting at the head did not speak or even have an expression on his face. He still looked upright.

"So you see, everyone has the same opinion, right? Everyone enjoys this kind of paradise, right? If we have to use the same old methods to judge everything now, then we should all go to hell!"

"Those polluted people under the sea should go to heaven, right?"

Sighing, Darnell returned to his seat. He straightened his collar to make the suit look more energetic. After all, it was a new style customized by him, which could better highlight his temperament.

Sitting firmly, Janelle spread her hands in embarrassment and said:

"Okay, my words have taken up too much of everyone's precious time, because I think the Death Priest needs to clear his mind, so let's continue to discuss our original topic. What are the big shots above dissatisfied with the game I directed?
Chapter completed!