The previous question of Deathstroke made the cat stupid. It blinked its big eyes and looked at Sister Death aside.
But the second sister turned the parasol and shook her head: "When I arrived, he was already there. As for how he informed us of the meeting, I think it was probably through the oil painting in the Palace of Destiny?"
There are oil paintings of all the family members in the Palace of Destiny. In the past, when you wanted to have a meeting, you would just knock on the frame and everyone would go there to gather. This was how the brothers and sisters behaved.
"But who told him the purpose of those paintings? Is it madness?" The big cat also narrowed his eyes. It knew that Deathstroke might be using words to stir up trouble, but Lucifer's appearance, in retrospect, was indeed wrong.
"It can't be my little sister. Even if Lucifer degenerates into Satan, he still represents a certain kind of 'order' in hell. Madness hates order the most."
The black dress shone under the starlight, and Death shook his head to deny the cat's conjecture.
So after thinking for a while, the kitten finally shook his head and said to his mother: "Sorry, Mom, we don't know how Lucifer entered the Garden of Destiny. There are some things here that are hidden from our eyes and knowledge."
After saying that, Mimi sighed. It seemed that this made the death knell accurate. It was really amazing.
"It's okay, kids, I probably understand, this has nothing to do with you."
Mother Ye ate the pig ears and washed her hands in the black pool a few times. She seemed to have thought of some suspect, but she didn't say it. She just looked at the humans aside:
"His name is Agamotto? Then it's him. As long as he agrees to breed with me, I will accept your terms and help you deal with Prolaya."
She didn't talk about the meaning anymore. Obviously, as nothingness, she thought her existence was very meaningful.
To put it simply, I am still a little afraid of death.
This is normal. After all, God is one level higher than her, a generation older. When such a being may have ulterior motives, whether it is pulling in reinforcements or preparing to escape to a retreat outside the super-time flow, Deathstroke's advice is the best.
Good choice.
Yes, she also considered that the death knell might be talking nonsense, but she didn't dare to bet, because God is not Taixu, nor is he the main monitor. This person in the Trinity has never had a good reputation.
Would a truly good person cause his eldest son to betray something like this? No, Lucifer was forced by God to have no choice and launched the rebellion.
"No problem, ma'am, I'm absolutely sure."
Seeing that the matter was done, Su Ming stood up and took out the contract from his pocket with a smile. Even though it was of little use, he still had to go through a process. Life needed a sense of ritual:
"As you can see, Mimi and I have a fatal relationship here. They took the risk of being punished by you and brought me here. We are just tired of cutting wood."
"Haha, you are also a very cute human being. How about you take over your destiny and really become my child?" Mother Ye grabbed the pen with her wet hands and drew a circle on the contract. This is
Her signature is actually a play on the death knell.
It doesn't make sense, but human beings' little games and rules are really fun and cute.
"I understand the kindness, but I still don't want to do it. As I said before, a life trapped in one place is not suitable for me."
Su Ming also signed and stamped the contract in triplicate, and handed one copy to Mu Ye for her to keep:
"Then I have to leave now. Prolaya has cut off my communication and transmission means. Can you pay me some reward in advance? I'm going to see Agamotto and help you discuss this marriage."
"She abandoned you with nothingness, but nothingness was not decided by her alone."
The chubby Mother Ye did not read the contract, but called the maid waiting in the distance to put it away, and then dipped back into the pool, enjoying the pig ears and wine:
"I am stronger than her because my children are stronger. I really don't want to fight, but if I fight, I won't lose."
After saying that, she clapped her hands, and then nodded to Su Ming, indicating that his permissions had been granted, and now this human being could come and go freely in the bathhouse in a short period of time.
When the death knell returned to the principal's office of Zhongji College, Xiao Wang was trying out a new dish from the medicated meal recipe. He took the magic book and muttered the corresponding ingredients into the pot, while waving a giant three-headed flail in his hand to prepare
Fight back the ingredients that escaped the cauldron.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet?" Su Ming patted him on the shoulder, looked into the pot, and immediately shook his head: "Yes! Another new dish? Are you sure you're not cooking shit?"
"Master, are you back? Thank you for your hard work. Do you want to try my new dishes?"
Wearing a chef's hat on his head, Xiao Wang touched his chest and bowed. He knew that the Supreme Mage had never liked his magical medicine, but he still explained:
"Although this dish looks like shit, smells like shit, and tastes like shit, it is really not shit, but a very powerful tonic that can even repair brain damage caused by the cost of casting spells."
In response to this, the Supreme Mage just smiled, because generally speaking, among the costs of magic, broken intestines, missing arms and legs are relatively common, but the costs of really damaging the brain are not much.
Because if the mage's brain is broken, how can he borrow power next? Dimension demons are not that stupid. They will indeed eat people dry, but they often bypass the brain to facilitate continuous eating of leeks.
In other words, Xiao Wang’s medicated diet basically has no application scenarios.
However, Xiao Wang has worked hard for so many years and has never made any mistakes. His only hobby is cooking. Su Ming didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so he just patted him on the back and said:
"I'm not going to eat anymore. I've eaten and come back, and I have to leave soon. How are you preparing for the relocation of Zhongji Academy?"
The age of space exploration has begun, and the adopted orphans cannot stay on earth and sit in the sky watching the sky. They also need to keep up with the times. The best way is to directly move the school into space, and then expand the scope of absorbing orphans.
On aliens.
After so many years, his family's education industry has finally developed to the point where there is no distinction between education and discrimination. Su Ming feels that he is going to become a saint.
"It will be implemented tomorrow. I have discussed it with Dr. Doom and he will help."
Xiao Wang picked up the huge pot lid on the side, slammed it on the pot, and inserted a metal bolt as thick as his wrist to prevent the ingredients from escaping:
"So Master, do you need me to do anything when you come back to the academy this time?"
"Sensible, haha, it's still Package A, I need to contact those people."
The death knell, who walked to the rooftop, nodded and asked Xiao Wang to prepare the so-called set meal A, which is a sacrificial gift package of yellow paper incense candles, pig's head roasted chicken, and paper figures and horses. This is also the old rule.