Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician

The outside of the frontier is at the location of the exit.A lizard covered in blue came out of the sand and made a very slight sound, just like the sound made by snowflakes falling on the lake outside the exit.

One foot landed, instantly crushing the little lizard, which was only a few inches long, into a pulp.

Mijie frowned and said, "Cangjing, every life should be respected."

Withdrawing her feet, Cangjing's small face is as pale as white paper. This woman has always displayed her enchanting and charming posture in front of the public. She is rich in capital. No matter what part of her body is, she can take it out casually, and just need to deliberately fiddle with it , are enough to make a man unable to help himself.However, today, she no longer has the leisure to think about these things.The artillery fire in the distance is like a sound that symbolizes death. If you are not careful, you will lose your life here.

A long time has passed, and during this long period of time, the artillery fire from the opposite side continued.

Mijar held the Bible and cast an enchantment.Those artillery fires were temporarily blocked.However, manpower will eventually be exhausted. Occasionally, when the barrier is broken, shells or bullets will leak in, and a group of people will die along with it.

After this period of time, less than four hundred of the Angel Tribe had died.

However, the artillery fire on the opposite side seems to be endless. Whenever the blue, cannon-like thing is aimed at this place, there will be countless bullets and missiles.

Even Mijar, who has always been prudent, couldn't help cursing in his heart, 'Is this going on forever? '

The woman is ragged.

Just now, in order to resist a missile that leaked in, the woman went forward with all her strength and intercepted the missile in the air.

"Kurai, don't use your Susanoo indiscriminately. You must know that at full strength, you can only activate it twice at most, and you will fall into absolute weakness." Mijar said indifferently.

Susanoo, a defensive ninjutsu that can be activated when a ninja has cultivated to a certain level.When it is turned on, all the power in the body will burst out, forming a human-shaped power layer that surrounds the caster.But using too much will cause irreversible side effects.It is not only the patron saint of the caster, but also the god of death who devours the life of the caster. It is a powerful double-edged sword.

"However, if I didn't open it just now, then our soldiers will die more." Cangjing bit his lower lip and replied in a deep voice.

"Dedicated to Allah, their death is worth it."

"Oh? Master Mijie, if I remember correctly, you just said that every life should be respected."

"Cangjing, there is an old saying in the East that says death is either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."

It is most important to die in the cause of fighting for Allah.

Died for some improper reasons, naturally less.

Which is lighter?Which is heavier?
I am afraid that only God can answer this question.

If Allah is not there, let Mijar, the most pious child of Allah, answer the question.

So, this is really a bastard sentence.

The woman finally couldn't take it anymore, turned around, pointed at Mijieer who was maintaining the barrier, and said loudly: "Mijieer, don't tell me your truth, I don't want to hear anything now, I just want to know, When are we going to go out? If God doesn't come to pick us up, are we really going to stay here until...until we die?"

The wind and sand danced wildly outside the barrier, and another mini missile shot from a distance, violently hit the barrier, exploded, and thick gunpowder smoke was generated. Everyone standing in the barrier covered their ears one after another, and the sound of the explosion was deafening.

Mijieer stood at the front of the crowd, and his eyes were in a trance after hearing the woman's question.

This question left him at a loss as to how to answer it.

Won't Allah come to fetch us?
Are we really going to wait here to die?

These two questions, like the wind and sand outside, kept lingering in his mind.

Mijel lowered his head, stared at the Bible in his hand, and sighed softly.

……

Sometimes, there are some problems, when you talk about it, it is always easy to make people feel cold.

For example, why does Allah spend so much effort to rescue a group of mortals?
Is it true, just because of their beliefs?

Just because they are children of Allah?
Jehovah's children are found in almost the entire western world.

There are too many children, as countless as the stars in the sky.

Why did he come here to save these desperate, almost mortal children?
Among these people, who is worthy of bothering Allah?

Could it be that Allah is truly fraternal, and is any child really His child?

Well, this sentence is a bit convoluted.

But the meaning is the simplest and most clear meaning.

'of course not. Mijar smiled bitterly, and concluded in his heart.Everyone knows that Allah is loving and tolerant, and Allah regards all the people in the world as his own children.But that wasn't what Mijel objected to.Because everyone knows, this statement is well known.

But, this remark, in the eyes of a real insider, seems so ridiculous.

For example, if the followers of Satan heard this sentence, they would definitely scoff and say, "If your Allah is merciful, why can't you let us pagans go? You know, we are all lost children."

"If Allah is tolerant, why are other religions not allowed to exist in the Western world under his rule?"

……

Mijar stared at the Bible in his hand, looked at the writing on it, looked at the slightly yellowed pages of the book after being soaked by the flames of war, his eyes lost in thought.

His thoughts went back to a long, long time ago.

……

About 600 years ago, Mijar was born in a cowshed.

That day, it was a stormy night, a groom had an affair with a maid and gave birth to a son named Mijar.

In the world at that time, this kind of thing was absolutely unforgivable, and it was a blasphemy against the master.All servants can only be like pigs and dogs, creating value for their masters.You are not worthy of procreation at all. Naturally, passing incense is something that only a great master can do, and servants are even more unqualified.

Therefore, if the master finds out about their affair...they, including the newly born Mijieer, will all be pushed to the cross to suffer the torture of burning...

So the groom and the maid, without telling anyone, kept the baby with the cow.

The owner almost never went to the dirty cowshed, and Miguel was able to spend the most vulnerable age.

In the blink of an eye, Mijel was three years old.

Miguel asked his father one day, "Why can't I get out of this cowshed?"

The father replied: "Son, get out, you will die."

"If you can't get me out of this cowshed, why was I born?" Miguel asked.

The father pondered for a moment and said, "My child, when your mother was pregnant with you, I had a dream."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed of Allah."

"Oh? Father, what does Allah look like?"

"I don't know, I only saw a dazzling holy light appear, and there was a silhouette of a human figure standing in it. I didn't see it clearly, but I knew it was Allah."

"Well, Father, has Allah spoken to you?"

"Yes, Allah says, give birth to the child, for He is the Son."

"Father, your lie is too clumsy. You know, I heard my mother tell me about the Bible, so I know that this plot is the story of the birth of the Son Jesus."

"Son, who told you that there can only be one Holy Son?"

Father laughed out loud, but he seemed to feel that his words were too rampant.He loves his son, but if his words are heard by others, then their whole family will die.

Father looked around the cowshed and breathed a sigh of relief.

This bullpen is really the same as it has been in the past ten years, but fortunately it is only their family.

Mijie smiled, his precocious mentality had made him used to his father's cautiousness.

In this way, he abandoned those boring thoughts in his heart and decided to live a good life.

One day, when he can really walk out of this cowshed, he may be able to bathe in the eyes of people and taste his favorite cocoa beans that his father often buys.

In a blink of an eye, two years have passed.

That year, Miguel was five years old.

One day, the bullpen caught fire.

After all, Miguel was a child, and when he saw the fire, he became frightened.

He yelled and rushed out of the bullpen like a madman.

The raging flames burned to death the old cow that was tied up firmly.

At the same time, it also attracted the owner of this cowshed.

The master looked at Mijar and asked, "Whose family are you a child?"

At this time, Mijie's parents also rushed over.

Before Mijar could reply, his father shouted: "He is a thief, dear master, you know, there are many street children in the city recently, and they often steal cattle feed to eat."

He is a thief.

Thief……

This word deeply hurt Mijieer's heart.

Yes, he seems to have always been like a thief, unable to stand in the crowd, just like a mouse living in the sewer, he can only hide in the cowshed to live.

Miguel hated this feeling.

Therefore, he ignored the eyes that his father kept passing over, which represented a certain meaning.

That day, Mijar puffed out his small chest and said loudly, "I am their son! I am not a thief."

His voice was loud and clear.

The silent master turned and left.

That night, when Mijel was basking in his courage, a group of men armed with sticks rushed to the burnt cowshed and dragged the family out of the house...

cross.

flame.

life.

When Mijar, who was only five years old, watched his father and mother die in the flames, he was confused, and he cried bitterly. His frightened little face was full of unwillingness and fear.

He shouted in his heart.

Am I doing something wrong?

What am I doing wrong?

I just want to stand in the sun.