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Chapter 346 Donkey: Me?

"You're smart, kid. That's it. How about we move on to the second one?"

In the backstage of Meiwa, Liu Yonglu waded through the sand from behind Bastoli to the front.

"The second one? No! I won't even look at the third one."

Bastoli took a step back. Didn't he realize that what he was watching was not a foreign movie but a dream?

He should have seen it, but he didn't.

The reason why the dreamland is so powerful is that people who are in it feel that their hearing, vision, and touch are no different from those in the normal world.

No matter how experienced the cult leader or mystic scholar is, there is no practical way to distinguish this point.

However, most of the fantasy dreams have a preparation stage when they are opened, and the switch is very abrupt.

Suppose a mystic was in the kitchen one second and went to the toilet the next. Even if the smell in the toilet was real and the picture was normal, he could tell that he had entered a dream.

But it was different for Bastoli. He had been squatting in a small wooden box for the previous ten minutes. The only thing in his field of vision was the foreign films that Liu Yonglu showed him. It could barely be considered an immersive experience.

Moreover, he was beaten and scolded, and his mind was a little confused. Liu Yonglu's action of hitting the black stone was hidden in the shadow play, so he had not yet come to his senses.

"That's not right... Ricky, how come there's still wind in your foreign piece?"

"Tsk, it's an epoch-making invention."

Liu Yonglu patted the huge rock he often sat on, shook off the sand on it, and sat on it leisurely:
"Do you still want to take a look?"

He nodded and asked Bastoli.

He had done this work specifically for Wordsworth, and Bastoli had simply stumbled into it by accident.

But Liu Yonglu was really troubled about how to deal with him. If it was Wordsworth, it would be easy. He could just treat it as a snack for the toad and throw it into the sea by the ankle.

But Bastoli can't do it...

The expo outside is in full swing, and Bastoli is a registered high-ranking priest of the Church of Wisdom. In plain words, he means "a man with a family."

You were kidnapped and taken to the dreamland to be fed to frogs... Even if you don't die, I won't be able to explain myself when the masters come to me to judge the case.

So Liu Yonglu had no intention of giving Toad extra food, but was just going to ask him a few questions, get some information and teach him a lesson.

"I won't watch anymore! You inventor always hit people! I've seen many factory owners and mechanics in Mosesad, but none of them is like you."

"I won't fight you anymore. I won't fight you anymore."

Liu Yonglu shook his hand, and the small black clip turned back into a bookmark, which Liu Yonglu casually threw onto the beach in the distance. He was going to ask quickly, as the toad would be exposed as soon as he started chanting.

Liu Yonglu was actually worrying too much. The toad was lying obediently on the seabed at this moment, not daring to move, let alone chant.

On the beach where Liu Yonglu and Bastoli were chatting, behind the dense branches of a tall plant, a hardcover book emitting a soft white light was floating and hiding among them.

Ling'er also came in. With her status, she could enter the dreamland that was so close to her just because she wanted to.

She was listening to the movie halfway through and was enjoying it when she suddenly entered into a dream. She was curious about what was going on.

"If you don't hit me, I won't look at you!"

"It's fine if you don't watch it. I don't even need to pay for watching foreign films. It's just a waste of money. But there are a few things I need to clarify with you."

"Hmph, Dou Nival, the man who assassinated Jiuli, do you think I will answer your questions properly?"

When Bastoli heard that Ricky wanted a favor from him, he straightened his back, looked very proud, and the familiar weird smile appeared on his face again.

"Hey...what are you talking about? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Which eye of yours saw me kill your Father Giulie?"

Although the job was done, Liu Yonglu couldn't change his tone for the time being and it was still the same.

"False excuses are worthless in the face of the power of the true God. Father Jiuli has received the burning ceremony, and before he died, he brought your name back to the truth of the flame."

"Is it forbidden for him to be mistaken? What if someone pretends to be me and I take the blame?"

Bastoli rolled his eyes, he had never thought of this possibility. For a mystic, disguise is not a particularly difficult thing. Let's not talk about the distant past, just look at Ricky in front of him, he has a flawless ancient relic mask.

Could it be that Jiuli really saw it wrong?

"You won't believe me, so how about this? I swear, if it was really me who killed Jiuli, I'll be hacked by knives, chopped by axes, run over by carts, trampled by horses, butted by cows, bitten by dogs, grabbed by eagles, kicked by ducks..."

Liu Yonglu was full of energy. He said that he didn't kill Jiuli at all. It was my boyfriend who killed him. What does it have to do with me?
So did Bastoli believe him?

He didn't believe it at all. He looked around and was still thinking about the "foreign pictures"... What's the principle behind this thing... Could it be that the beach in front of him was also a picture in the wooden box... It doesn't seem like it!

As he was reading, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the book on the top of the fir tree not far away!
Hiss... this breath... this person, is it the little girl just now?

Bastoli was quite calm. His heart was in turmoil, but he didn't show it on his face. He pretended not to see it and said impatiently:
"What do you want to ask? Ask now!" "I just want to ask, what does our Supreme God of Mechanical Wisdom and Steam Miracles want to do in the Lost Sea? What's so important that you want to eat it all alone?"

The Nicholas are already in New Newrent, so there is no point in bringing up old issues. Liu Yonglu has a long-term vision and is thinking about asking about the Lost Sea.

"This one……"

Bastoli groaned in silence, as if communicating with a voice in his heart to confirm whether he could answer this question.

After a while, perhaps because he felt Ling'er's pressure, or perhaps because he didn't want to get entangled with the crazy Ricky in front of him, Bastoli slowly spoke:
"The ancient wisdom was lost in the Lost Sea. Only by finding this hidden wisdom can the true God appear in the world and take revenge on the shameless and despicable evil god."

"Oh... revenge... Then who is the enemy of your true god?"

……

On a small island in the Lost Sea, a donkey was bored and was drawing abstract patterns on the sand with a branch. It seemed to be a kingdom with palaces, carriages, and countless simple little people.

The little people seemed alive, working hard in the kingdom. The captain of the guard patrolled the city walls, the farmers cultivated crops outside the city, and the jesters danced happily in the court.

Suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds.

In fact, the donkey used a branch to draw a few ovals in the sky above the kingdom.

The little sand painting figures seemed to be shocked by the sudden change in the celestial phenomena, and they all climbed to high places to worship the sky.

The donkey smiled and told fables by changing his voice. His tone was kind and peaceful, without any of his usual cheerful and mischievous undertones.

"Ah!"

The donkey suddenly sneezed, looked up and around, as if wondering who was talking about him...

"Oh, it's boring. It's so boring."

The donkey used a branch to break up the sand painting he had drawn on the sand in a bored manner, and the little people in the sand painting kingdom also turned into ashes amid wailing and groaning.

"It's boring... It's so boring... These guys are so slow in doing things. Among all the stupid decisions I've made, coming to the Lost Sea to wait for you in advance is definitely the stupidest one."

The donkey stood up and stretched, facing the endless sea, and made a canopy with his hands:
“Hey, especially wanting revenge on me… This old-fashioned plot is really disgusting. My preacher on earth is more interesting.

Come on, I'm waiting for you."

The donkey hooked his finger forward.

……

"Your Holiness, I think I saw Father Bastoli just now. He asked me to tell you that he might not be able to come back today and will have to stay there to watch foreign movies..."

Inside the venue, there was actually a nosy inventor who delivered a message to the Pope of the Church of Wisdom.

When Liu Yonglu pulled the foreign card, there were already a lot of people watching from the back, including the inventor who had a good relationship with the Wisdom Church and was fond of doing good things.

"Watching foreign films?"

The Pope still had that kind smile on his face and asked with a hint of confusion.

"A wooden box. It seems to be a new invention of a young inventor... I don't know the exact principle, but it seems to be quite... lively."

"Your Holiness, let's go and take a look too, and bring Bastoli back with us."

Sita and Donny advised him, but they also didn't understand Bastoli's message, "I may not be able to come back today"?
What does this mean? In the Continental Expo of Mosesad, is there anyone who dares to forcibly detain the priest of the Wisdom God Religion? ?
And it wasn't just any ordinary priest, it was Bastoli! He was a very arrogant person in the church, who had the ability to detain him?

"Well, that's just right. I'm also very interested in that... foreign film. The Expo is indeed the most remarkable invention event in the Western Continent. There are always some young talents who can constantly surprise us."

The messenger led the way, followed by the Pope and several other high-ranking priests.

When we arrived near Liu Yonglu's booth, we could see a circle of people gathered in front of him from afar.

"Look at the Merciful Saint again. She has come down the hill. She won't walk on the bright road, but will take a boat on the flat ground..."

Hmm? Why is there an opera singer at the Expo?

After pushing aside the crowd, I saw a young man wearing a windbreaker, a white towel wrapped on his head, holding a small black clip in his hand, and singing a song while leaning on a wooden box.

Look at the way he's dressed...he looks so out of place.

Next to him, a little girl of four or five years old was sitting on a chair and looking into a wooden box. Bastoli was leaning against the counter, his eyes staring blankly, his forehead red, staring at him in a daze.

"Bastoli, why are you sitting here?"

Doni quickly helped Bastoli up. Bastoli looked at his colleagues and the smiling Pope, his eyes revealing a sense of unwillingness at being deceived:
"Pope, you are here! He said he would not fight anymore, but... who knew he had hidden a clamp!"

(End of this chapter)