Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 384 Will Win?
On a small island in the Lost Sea, a donkey squatted on the ground, scratching pictures on the sand with a branch.

The little people once again developed civilization and city-states. They fought and attacked each other for years, and there were love, hatred, and separations of life and death.

"what!"

The donkey yawned. This kind of drama seemed interesting at first, but now... he was tired of it.

As the branches scratched roughly, the creatures on the continent, the magnificent castles and churches, and thousands of soldiers and villagers all wailed and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"How boring... How long do you want me to wait?"

The donkey stood up and stretched, then he leaned sideways, tilted his head, and covered his ears with his hands, as if he had caught a faint sound.

"Hmm? Someone is calling me. Eh... that's... a little interesting..."

The donkey stood on tiptoe with his hands on his back, gazing into the distance. On the other side of the sea was the wild continent in the south.

"Should I go or not? Let's go."

The donkey kicked the sand pit twice, rubbed his hands, and muttered with a playful smile:
"Let's have some appetizers first, and we'll come back later for the once-in-a-millennium feast."

……

"You mean... you want me to stop this restart?"

"Yes."

In the Egg Hill cottage in Jacob's dreamland, Liu Yonglu was still sitting at the table talking with the saint. In the middle of the table was a teacup, which was now temporarily used as an ashtray, and the room was filled with smoke.

"Have you looked for anyone else before? Aren't there any other capable people who can settle the matter?"

"I have searched many times, but unfortunately, all failed."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, sister, I don't quite understand. You can't accept the Virgin Mary giving you a brain, right?"

"My consciousness will also disappear by then, and please believe me, I know the Virgin Mary better than anyone else, and it is definitely not a good thing to let her regain her will."

"But the cycle of reincarnation has been repeated countless times...so the Holy Mother failed. Now you are looking for me..."

"I don't want the cycle of reincarnation to continue, nor do I want the Virgin Mary to be resurrected."

"call……"

Liu Yonglu felt that he had to smoke two cigarettes today. He was so worried. "Saint old lady, you are really bold in your imagination." What she meant was, suppose this world is the national football team.

After playing poor football for more than a decade, we couldn’t even make it to the knockout stage, let alone win the World Cup.

You want me to be your coach now, and the goal is not only to get you into the knockout rounds, but also to bring you the World Cup? You think I'm a god!
Just now, the saint briefly explained to Liu Yonglu what the so-called "ring" is?

A long, long time ago, the Virgin Mary dived into the ocean of this world holding a slab of stone. The slab of stone sank into the Sea of ​​Lostness, while the Virgin Mary floated to the shore.

By some coincidence, the saint became the vessel of the Virgin Mary's will.

Every tens of thousands of years, the Virgin Mary would be ready and "take over" the body of the Saint to take back the stone slab, but her action of taking the stone slab would disturb other gods, and the two sides would fight.

The result is that both sides suffer, and then the world is affected, all living things are devastated, and then the world falls into reincarnation again.

The mission that the Saint gave Liu Yonglu was to prevent the world from restarting again, but also to prevent the Saint from winning...

"How about... you reconsider it? I'm not being modest. I'm not from here. Although I have some experience in business, the situation in our world is too complicated..."

"You are the most hopeful person I have ever met!"

The saint's tone just now was soft and polite, but this time she interrupted Liu Yonglu decisively, showing a toughness that was inconsistent with her appearance.

"In the final stage of reincarnation, some people will act as returnees. The believer who was trapped in a nightmare should have told you about his dream."

"I told you."

“Why are there returnees, and why are their dreams so similar? I think this must be a ritual of the Virgin Mary. I have thought about stopping it, but unfortunately, I am powerless.

So I can only wait for someone like you to appear. No one has ever made me feel like I have the best chance of winning this time."

"Pfft, pfft, stop nagging me. I'm scared when you keep nagging me like that."

Liu Yonglu hurried to stop her, but the saint remained unmoved. The little girl was obviously a little excited. She stood up from her chair and paced around the table.

“First of all, you have strength, and your companions are of high status, I won’t be wrong about that.

And you have a reputation, so it's easy for you to deal with some of the open and secret attacks in the secular world."

"I was just kidding. I'm not the real Saint Barlan..."

Liu Yonglu muttered in a low voice, "It's all my fault for having such a stinky mouth. I have nothing better to do than talking about the teachings of the Saint's Sect. Now I'm being blackmailed."

"From today on, you are Saint Barlaam, my patron saint!"

The saint scanned the table. She wanted to find a cup to drip a few drops of water on Liu Yonglu's head, or find a big sword to tap his shoulder twice, but the cup has now become an ashtray, and she doesn't have a sword in her room. Since it has been decided, at least there should be some sense of ceremony. "Snap."

The saint struck a match, took out a cigarette and put it into Liu Yonglu's mouth, meaning to light a cigarette for him.

Liu Yonglu is also an outsider! If others use threats or inducements, he may not be fooled, but if someone begs him with kind words like this, Liu Yonglu really can't bear to refuse.

"Hey!"

Sighing, Liu Yonglu leaned over and asked the saint to light a cigarette for him, then patted the back of the saint's hand with the fingers that were holding the cigarette.

From today on, Liu Yonglu has accepted the title of saint!

“Although you now have both strength and reputation, you still cannot be careless.

I have countless restart experiences. The Virgin Mary’s plan should have started long ago. She will subvert my position from within first, and then control the entire Saint Maiden Sect. In the end…”

"Stop, stop! Sister, this is not right. Didn't you just say that the Saint only has flesh and no will? Why are you plotting again?"

“Although the Virgin Mary has no will, every time the Sourceless Gate opens, a small piece of meat will sneak out from it.”

The saint stretched out her little finger and gestured. The piece of meat was only as big as her little finger.

“I just discovered this during the last few reboots.

Anyone who accidentally obtains the piece of meat will be affected by it unconsciously. It is not a clear manipulation or command, but the primitive animal desires in the body of the person who is parasitized by the piece of meat will be gradually awakened.

I'm not surprised if these people do something outrageous."

"I see. It seems that the Saint Maiden Sect is a battleground for military strategists."

Liu Yonglu nodded. No wonder the bishop of Amalfi was killed first. The person who murdered him was also a believer working in the church. It turned out that he was closer to the Virgin Mary!
I have to find a way to strengthen the cohesion of the Saint's sect! It would be really troublesome if these people stabbed me in the back. I would lose a helper and gain an enemy.

"Sister, I have an immature idea, but I don't know if I should tell you..."

……

Liu Yonglu and the saint were chatting in the house, she didn't know that things were in chaos outside.

"Where is Mr. Rich?"

After the strong wind stopped, the little genius brother and sister were dumbfounded. Saint Balan was standing by the puddle just now, how come he was gone in the blink of an eye!
Without saying a word, Millie Tang took out the potion and prepared to attack Jacob. Millie Tang was still the same temper, thinking the worst of people first. This dream world was controlled by Jacob, and if someone tampered with it, he would be the most suspicious.

"Don't get excited, Saint Baran has disappeared, we have to work together to find a solution!"

Bill saw Millie Tang taking out a bottle of potion from her bag and getting ready to attack, so he quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Xiaohu, Ling’er, take down Jacob first!”

As soon as Millie Tang finished speaking, Jacob took out the Five Finger Sword and threw it on the ground:
"Miss Millie Tang, please believe me, the disappearance of Monsignor Saint Baran has nothing to do with me. I am as anxious as you are. Now is not the time for us to fight among ourselves."

You know what, Jacob's brain works pretty fast. He knows that if those two kids really take action, he will have no chance to survive, so he quickly hands over the ancient relic. If you don't trust me, you can just take the ancient relic and find someone else yourself!

After putting on gloves and picking up the five-finger sword on the ground, Mili Tang's expression eased a little:
"Is there anything noteworthy in the Dreamland? Take us to find it."

Bill was left to watch Botticelli dreaming, while the rest of the people walked towards Egg Hill. If one asked Jacob where Saint Barlax was most likely to go in this dreamland, Egg Hill would definitely be the most likely suspect!
Last time, Saint Baran was talking to someone at the door. Maybe he was invited in for tea this time?
"Oh no, there seems to be a fire ahead!"

As soon as he reached the foot of Egg Hill, Haverson exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw smoke coming out of the windows of the strange little house sandwiched in the gap of the egg mountain! Could it really be on fire?

Xiaohu thought that Liu Yonglu had an accident, so he took the lead and his body turned transparent. When he reappeared, he was already at the foot of the Egg Mountain, and the giant stone eggs that looked like cysts fell off one after another.

The sticky black creature crawled out from its hard shell, transformed into deformed arms and horns, and rolled towards Xiaohu.

Xiaohu didn't even look at them and just walked forward. Those huge black masses began to dry up and shrink before they got close to Xiaohu's body.

"Clap!"

Pieces of body tissue fell to the ground and shattered like fragile plaster.

It seemed as if Egg Mountain was also angered, and more and more cysts rolled down from the top of the mountain like boulders, which was a spectacular sight to see from a distance.

Silver pages appeared out of nowhere, blocking the falling stones with a deafening crash, and Ling'er also took action.

There was such a loud noise outside the door, it was impossible for the people inside not to hear it.

"Squeak." The door opened.

"The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. We are all one family. Stop it!"

Liu Yonglu shouted and jumped out of the house!

It must be said that his shout was really effective. The rocks on the mountain stopped falling, and Xiaohu Ling'er also retracted his magical powers. Everyone blinked and looked at Liu Yonglu, not knowing what had happened!
(End of this chapter)