A girl walked in from the passage behind the main seat. She lowered her head from the moment she entered, with her chin almost touching her chest.
The girl's long hair was tied up high in a high ponytail on the back of her head. She was wearing a crimson robe with a jade belt around her waist. It was obviously a very flamboyant color, but because of the expression on her body
He was greatly compromised by his timid temperament.
"Raise your head and show Mr. Pei."
The girl's hands were trembling, and she raised her head hesitantly, revealing a face as beautiful as Yu Mian's.
But because of fear, the girl's pupils were dilated and lifeless, and her face had no expression, like a stiff puppet.
The high priest's pupils shrank and he subconsciously looked at Pei Zhi.
Pei Zhi's eyes were dark, his fingers on the armrest were tense, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.
That face has been deeply imprinted on his soul and memory, and he can still recognize it even if it turns into ashes.
But he knew better that the person in front of him only had this face.
Fu Hua sat up high and watched the changes in the expression on Pei Zhi's face, trying to read some of the reaction he wanted from his face.
But to no avail.
Pei Zhi just glanced at the girl lightly and then looked away.
Fu Hua asked: "Does she look familiar, Pei Zhi? Who do you think she looks like?"
"It does look familiar."
"Does it look like Danjing?"
Pei Zhi pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes were filled with evil thoughts, and he didn't respond for a long time.
What Fu Hua did was just to find someone at random, put Dan Jing's face on her, and then it was her.
The meaning behind his words was just a warning to him. In Fu Hua's eyes, anyone could be Dan Jing as long as he wanted to.
Only Danjing himself cannot be Danjing.
He is insulting her.
Neither of the two people spoke, and the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat tense for a while.
The high priest coughed lightly and said: "It is indeed very similar to Danjing. More than just a resemblance, it is exactly the same. Head of state, is this Miss Nanxing?"
"It's her." Fu Hua said with a smile, "You also think she looks like Dan Jing, right? What about you, Pei Zhi, what do you think?"
"Do you think Nan Xing looks like your late wife Dan Jing?"
Pei Zhi closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes had returned to calmness: "It is indeed very similar."
"Hahahaha..." Fu Hua finally clapped his hands and laughed with satisfaction. Nan Xing, who was standing by his hand, shrank, her legs trembling and almost unsteady, "It's fine if you think so. This shows that I'm good at pinching people."
, it’s still pretty good, and should be comparable to the true god, don’t you think so, Pei Zhi?”
The high priest responded with a smile: "The head of state is really good at pinching people. He can be called a true god."
Pei Zhi also smiled softly: "That's what the head of state said."
Since ancient times, there have been only two true gods in heaven and earth.
One is himself, and the other is the Creator God Danjing.
As the God of Creation, Danjing is best at shaping all things born in the earth.
Human beings are one of all things, and so is Fu Hua.
However, the first thing Dan Jing did after the rebellion was to kill Dan Jing and imprison him.
Now this person is trying to compare himself with Dan Jing.
Pei Zhi only felt ironic.
"Since you all think so, then, Pei Zhi, I will leave Nanxing to you." Fu Hua raised his hand, and Nanxing was thrown to the configuration.
He stood up and stepped down from the high position, but still maintained a condescending attitude and looked at Pei Zhi: "In a few days, I will hold a wedding for you, right here, and I will be your witness."
The high priest quickly stood up, but Pei Zhi was still sitting still. Nan Xing, who was thrown at his feet, was lying on the ground, his back shaking continuously.
Pei Zhi curled his lips: "Then I will first thank the head of state for my deceased wife."
"You're welcome."
Fu Hua raised his hand, and Pei Zhi stood up and shook hands with him. The two looked at each other, and Pei Zhi withdrew his hand and squatted down in front of Nan Xing.
"Raise your head and look at me."
Nan Xing raised her head cringingly, her eyes full of timidity and fear: "Mr. Pei."
"Shua!"
"Come with me." Pei Zhi stood up and walked out without looking at her again.
Nan Xing quickly stood up and jogged to keep up with Pei Zhi.
The two figures disappeared from the door one after another. Fu Hua retracted his gaze and looked at the high priest aside. He waved, and the high priest came over, and Fu Hua told him something.
——
Yu Mian drove all night, woke up Yu Ye when he was still three kilometers away from the Big Fish Tribe, pressed the communicator again, and dialed out.
Alia's voice soon came from the other side: "This is Alia of the Big Fish Tribe, is it number 0897?"
"It's me." Yu Mian held her throat with one hand and glanced at Yu Ye who had already prepared a gun. "We are 15 degrees east-south of the back door of the Big Fish Tribe. We are still three kilometers away from the Big Fish Tribe.
Please come out in time to greet us."
"Okay."
"This material handover is extremely serious. Please be vigilant and come to the rescue alone to avoid being discovered by others."
"Understood."
After some communication, Yu Mian hung up the communicator.
"Are you sure she will really come here alone?" Yuye loaded the gun with bullets and asked doubtfully.
"Yes, many exchanges between the Big Fish Tribe and the Federation are not on the table."
It was precisely because of this kind of communication that was not on the stage that she was given such an opportunity today.
Yu Mian loaded the gun, looked up through the car window, and saw a light spot not far away, walking towards here from a distance.
Yuye held the gun in one hand and placed the other hand on the door handle of the car door. His eyes were bright and alert, looking at the light spot.
The light spot was getting closer and closer, and more than half of Aria's figure had been revealed. Yu Mian lowered his eyes and pressed a button on the control panel of the truck.
The car lights came on immediately.
"It's now."
As soon as Yu Mian finished speaking, she and Yu Ye opened the car door respectively, and they jumped out of the car at the same time, running over like Aria.
Aaliya was only five meters away from the truck. From a distance, she saw through the window that two little girls were sitting inside, which was completely different from the instructions sent by the federation.
Before she could get a closer look, the truck's lights suddenly came on.
The bright white light stung Aaliya's eyes, and she subconsciously ran back, but two gusts of wind sounded behind her.
Before Aaliya could run a few steps, someone grabbed her wrist from behind and pushed her to the ground, and a hard object was pressed against the back of her head.
It seems to be the muzzle of a gun.
Aaliya's heart trembled. Just when she was about to wake up the communicator hanging by her ear, a hand reached out and pulled hard.
The cord on the communicator was torn off by that hand, and his mouth was tightly covered:
"If you don't want to die, just shut up."
Yu Ye shouted coldly, Aaliya stiffened up, and a brilliant firework exploded in her mind due to the scolding of this voice.
After the fireworks ended, it was the huge change that she had experienced a long time ago.
She killed her father with her own hands and wiped out all the onlookers present.
And the promoter of all this is the young man behind him!
Now, he is here again!
Fear is like a huge invisible mountain, shrouding Alia in shadow.