【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

Enlightenment Society.

It was a rare occasion that all three bishops gathered together and stood before the red-robed prophet.

Because they received the news that God's descent was actually successful, and the Son of God had already been born and was extremely powerful.

The prophet was different from his usual solemnity. His tone was filled with joy. “My brothers, the news that we were abandoned by God was just a rumor. God has blessed us long ago. The Son of God will lead us into a new world!”

The three bishops looked at each other in bewilderment, because the failure of the God's Descent event had indeed dealt a blow to the faith of the Enlightenment Society. After all, those who truly worshipped supernatural powers truly believed that God would save them.

The archbishop said with melancholy, "But the Son of God has been away from the secular world for too long. I am afraid that he has become alienated from us and is unwilling to return to God."

In fact, the Son of God, who has not been brainwashed since childhood and has grown up in the normal world, has already formed his own values ​​​​and will not listen to the Enlightenment Society.

"My brother, how can a child be away from his mother for so long? His mother's attachment to him will bring him back." The prophet said affectionately.

The bishops suddenly realized that the body of Maria, the only one who escaped thirty years ago, was still sleeping in the coffin.

The Enlightenment Society is certainly not a group of fools who are so obsessed with believing in God that they become stupid. If they really create an omnipotent Son of God, how can they make the Son of God listen to their great cause?

Of course, use shackles and exhortations to make the Son of God obey.

So when they created the god, they made a shackle and a holy sword.

That is the only thing that can harm the Son of God, and the holy sword stained with the blood of the Virgin Mary's heart can even command the Son of God.

After all, they just wanted to create a weapon powerful enough to destroy the world to achieve their goal. When the tool was disobedient, they naturally made it obedient.

"Prepare for the ceremony." The prophet waved his sleeves, his red robe as red as blood: "Welcome the return of our Son of God."

The Third Bishop suddenly spoke up: "Prophet, Number Nine escaped. Someone helped her escape. Number Nine's memory has been cleared, and there is no time to strip her of her supernatural powers."

The prophet had long forgotten this little thing, but his cautious character still made him issue an order: "After all, it was Number Nine who made me discover this great secret. Grant her to return to God."

It means to be decisive when eradicating the problem completely.

"Yes." The three bishops saluted.

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"looking at what?"

Bai Su put away his phone and saw Zhao Xi coming out after taking a shower and drying her hair.

"Work matters." Bai Su asked her to sit down and got up to get the hair dryer.

The warm breeze was just the right amount, neither too strong nor too weak, and Zhao Xi squinted his eyes.

At this time, there was a strong wind outside the window. It was going to rain heavily tonight, so Zhao Xi chose to stay at Bai Su's house.

However, she did not expect that Bai Su's house would be so big, it was actually a villa worth tens of millions.

Zhao Xi curiously asked him if he could earn so much as a live streamer. Bai Su said that he was working for the official website and that he was paid a very generous salary every time he made a move.

Thinking of Bai Su's unfathomable supernatural powers, Zhao Xi felt that he was worth the price.

Zhao Xi asked: "Did the Supernatural Bureau send you a message just now asking you to go?"

Bai Su: "No, just tell me something and I'll deal with it tomorrow."

Zhao Xi nodded, her hair was blown into a mess, like a ragdoll cat with its fur standing on end.

She was wearing Bai Su's gray pajamas at the moment. The girl had a small frame, so the clothes looked like a skirt when she was wrapped in them, and they were loose, revealing a bit of her natural beauty.

She also complained in a slimy way: "Your clothes are so big, can I not wear pants?"

"No." Bai Su pulled her collar, "I can't control myself."

Zhao Xi's hand stopped in mid-air as he yawned. His originally casual complaint had been dragged into a more ambiguous tone by him.

"You think too much! We're not sleeping together, how can you see that!" Zhao Xi couldn't stand it any longer. She felt that ever since she made suggestions to Charlotte Thirteenth Street, this person had been acting like an example of pushing things too far.

Bai Su opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he could see it if he wanted to, but his emotional intelligence stopped him. If he didn't want to be driven out by Zhao Xi in the heavy rain,

Even though it was his house.

Zhao Xi sat on the side of the bed humming. Bai Su went over and hugged her, burying his face in her neck.

He liked holding Zhao Xi like this, as if he had completely held Zhao Xi in his arms. Zhao Xi, who had turned coldly and moved farther and farther away from him in the nightmare, was caught by him.

Bai Su would not tell Zhao Xi how many times he had dreamed of her ruthlessly leaving him after they met. He felt it was unnecessary and that Zhao Xi should not feel burdened by him.

"You're so clingy." Zhao Xi pushed his head. "Okay, okay, I'll hug you."

Zhao Xi noticed that he was in a low mood and fell on the bed, so that the two of them lay side by side facing each other.

"Hey, this is just like the first time you came to my house when we were in high school."

Bai Su also remembered it, because Zhao Xi was sick at that time and took leave at home. He was unaware of the situation and was anxiously looking for her.

Zhao Xi smiled slightly, as if whispering: "Did you want to kiss me at that time?"

Bai Su recalled it and smiled and said, "Yes."

When he went to visit Zhao Xi, her father had gone to work and her mother had gone to buy groceries, so there were only the two of them at home.

Zhao Xi was so weak due to a fever that he couldn't even walk. After opening the door for him, he knelt on the ground with his face flushed with fever.

Bai Su could only take her to the bed, but Zhao Xi kept clinging to him, causing them both to fall on the bed.

At that time, Bai Su was leaning on top of Zhao Xi, looking at Zhao Xi's flushed face and watery eyes. The hot air she exhaled seemed to make Bai Su breathe difficult.

"Then why didn't you kiss me then?"

Bai Su: "I don't dare, and I don't have the qualifications."

Zhao Xi: "I thought you would kiss me, which made me so nervous and excited." After so long, Zhao Xi could say it calmly.

Then Bai Su froze: "Were you still conscious at that time?"

Zhao Xi nodded, watching with satisfaction as Bai Su realized what he had missed.

The next moment, a kiss came.

Zhao Xi snorted and laughed: "What are you doing?"

Bai Su said in a low voice: "Make it up."

There was a violent storm outside, but the atmosphere inside was warm and loving.

The next day, there was a knock on the door of the Superpower Bureau early in the morning.

"Who is it? Why are you here so early?" Ayin didn't sleep all night last night as he was dealing with the intelligence of the Enlightenment Society. He looked haggard with bloodshot eyes.

She thought it was Yi Man, so she opened the door and turned around and said casually, "I'm going to bed, remember to organize the documents."

"……it is good."

That’s not Yi Man’s voice!

Ayin turned around suddenly and saw Bai Su standing at the door, looking at her quietly.

Ayin almost bit her tongue when she opened her mouth, which also suppressed her scream.

"Who's here?" Yang Qihua also came out.

He saw Bai Su's eyes light up, "You're here, great, come in."

Then, he noticed a figure emerging behind Bai Su.

Zhao Xi waved politely: "Hello."

Although he believed that Bai Su would not be a villain, Zhao Xi still had some concerns, so when Bai Su was about to go to work in the morning, Zhao Xi expressed his desire to follow him.

"This is the deputy director of the Superpower Bureau, Yang Qihua." Bai Su pointed at Yang Qihua and said.

It's the leader! Zhao Xi bowed quickly: "Hello."

Yang Qihua was stunned.

"This is my colleague." Bai Su pointed at A Yin and paused. He didn't remember her name.

Ayin’s mouth is so open that a duck egg can be stuffed into it.

She looked at the fierce god with a cold face and said absurd words: "This is where I work."