The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Joyce?!"

The light of the cross slowly went out.

Agatha was wearing a pure white dress, standing like an angel in the remaining white light and shadow.

Joyce was shaking all over, she was so excited that she couldn't speak, and even her feet couldn't control her.

how many years?

He thought about Agatha all the time.

Walking on thin ice in the Holy Light Laboratory was for her, stealing the Black Fire was for her, being on the run was for her, and returning to Europa now was also for her.

When the Holy Light Laboratory in Jasmine City suffered a fire, Joyce thought she would never see her again. At that moment, he was completely despairing, feeling that all these years of hard work had been in vain and that his life was meaningless.

This time I came to Brasov to accompany Lin Tianhao to find Lilith.

Joyce didn't expect to meet Agatha here.

This sudden reunion made him feel like he was in a dream.

He was a little scared, afraid that everything was an illusion, and when he woke up, his lover would disappear from his eyes again.

But in the end, excitement took over everything, and he rushed forward staggeringly and desperately.

"Agatha! My love! I finally found you!" Joyce held Agatha's shoulders with both hands, and their faces were as close as when they were together.

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Agatha didn't say no, but she wasn't as excited as Joyce.

She was only slightly surprised and asked: "Why are you here?"

Joyce said: "I'm here to save you! Agatha, you know, these years, I have been thinking about how to rescue you all the time, return to our warm little house, and live the same life as before. "

"That cabin..." A trace of trance and confusion flashed in Agatha's eyes, and she quickly regained her composure. "We can't go back, Joyce. From the moment we joined the Holy Light Society, we have We have dedicated everything to God. This is our common oath, isn’t it?”

Joyce then remembered that Agatha had been brainwashed and implanted with faith by the Church of the Sun, and she could not betray it.

"I know, I know, I am anxious, but don't worry, you will be saved soon. Black Fire is in Mr. Li's hands. When he comes, you will be saved."

"Black Fire..." Agatha seemed to understand something, "Joyce, did you steal Black Fire for me?"

"Of course, everything I do is for you."

"But you rebelled against God."

"I don't care. Agatha, I only care about you!"

Joyce looked at Agatha lovingly, her eyes as sweet as honey.

"Do you love me?" Agatha asked.

"Love, of course I love you! I love you so much! I can give everything for you!" Joyce said.

Chen Wenxu couldn't stand listening anymore and said, "Hey, hey, can you take care of Lao Lin and I's feelings, and don't give in to us as soon as we meet!"

Lin Tianhao took the opportunity to ask: "Is Lilith here?"

"Lilith? She's in the building at the back. Go out from here and go through the corridor to the room on the right." Agatha said.

Lin Tianhao was overjoyed, said "thank you", and took Chen Wenxue with him and ran towards the side door leading to the corridor.

Chen Wenxue always felt that something was wrong and said, "Old Lin, wait a minute, should we wait for Joyce to go together?"

Lin Tianhao couldn't wait any longer and said, "Let's not be light bulbs when we meet again after a long separation."

Chen Wenxue thought about it, just let them stay for a while, and when they have enough, they will naturally come over.

Without stopping him, he followed Lin Tianhao out of the door and walked back along the corridor.

"Agatha, I'm so happy!" Joyce was still immersed in the ecstasy of reunion, and tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of her wet eyes.

Agatha reached out a hand and gently stroked his cheek, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"Joyce, why are you glowing? I just saw a holy light on you. Did I see it wrong? Or have you received guidance from God?"

"Me?" Joyce smiled proudly, "Because I have the Feather of Holy Light on me!"

"Feathers of Holy Light?" Agatha was very confused, "Joyce, don't lie to me, only angels have feathers, and Feathers of Holy Light can only be possessed by the archangels of the angel group. They are the wings of gods that have fallen into the world. ah!"

"I'm not lying to you!" Joyce said excitedly, "It's Sariel! Sariel is dead! Mr. Li got her feathers and melted them into my body. I don't know how he did it." Made it happen.”

"Sariye..." Agatha's body trembled slightly.

"Agatha, what's wrong with you?" Joyce asked with concern.

"Oh, nothing. Joyce, do you love me?"

"Love! Didn't you ask just now? Little fool!"

Joyce gently stroked Agatha's hair.

Suddenly, a look of pain appeared on his face, he suddenly let go of his hands and looked down.

A dagger was stuck in his chest, and blood stained his clothes red, as well as the white hand holding the handle of the knife.

Joyce's features were contorted with pain and he looked at his lover in shock.

"Why……"

"Thank you very much for loving me. I once loved you, but now, my love only belongs to God!"

Agatha let go of her hand and gave Joyce a gentle push on her shoulder.

Joyce's body fell backwards and he fell headlong to the floor.

He twitched a few times, and blood came out of his mouth and nostrils. Together with the blood on his chest, it pooled on the ground and spread along the floor to the west.

A sense of blood filled the room.

Many black shadows appeared on the walls of the Western Zhou Dynasty, turning into vampires. Some were walking, some crawling, and some were prostrate, with greedy saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Agatha stood calmly, watching them move toward Joyce's body.

She stretched out her hand, and a ball of white light appeared in her palm, caressing her body. The blood stains disappeared in the light, and her body became white and flawless again.

She took one last look at Joyce on the ground, then resolutely turned around and left, walking into the side door leading to the corridor.

Only Joyce's body was left, lying quietly on the ground, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

On the ceiling is a beautiful relief of the Virgin Mary holding her newborn child in her arms, with her husband Joseph standing next to her.

Sweetness, beauty and holiness filled the dome. Below her, blood filled the air, and a group of vampires were crawling towards the recently dead corpse under the cover of blood.

The world is always like this, beauty is an imaginary relief, but reality is full of ugliness and sin.

The vampires climbed onto Joyce's body, like a pack of hyenas finding a dead bull, and they drank the fresh blood crazily and greedily. Those that crawl slowly and weakly can only lick the floor from a distance.

Agatha's figure has already disappeared at the end of the long corridor behind the door. If she walked a little slower, or if she had even a little more nostalgia and pity for Joyce in her heart, and let her take one more look, then she would You can see that as the blood flows, Joyce's body is glowing...