Ark Arms Dealer

He transformed into a flying falcon and flew to the top of the holy mountain, then changed the key, transformed into a spider, and sneaked into the Manzhuyuan facility.

There is no electronic monitoring equipment here, and even the guards outside the door are very lax because there is almost no possibility of avoiding the eyeliner and approaching the facility.

And the inside of the facility was even more slack, except for a few rooms, there was no one standing guard.

It didn't take Qin Feng much time to find the saintess' room.

He knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?"

"It's me, Miss Enya."

"!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and then the door was forcefully opened.

Although it was a monster in armor, Chuxue recognized him as Qin Feng by his voice.

"How did you come here? No, come in first, don't be seen."

She dragged Qin Feng into the room, looked around the corridor guiltily, and then closed the door.

"You can even sneak into the room of the saint without being noticed. Even my brother can't do this kind of thing. You really flew up, right?"

"Hey, did you find out? You really saw me that day."

Chuxue nodded:

"Well, thank you for saving me. To be honest, I almost don't understand the difference between technology and magic. Anyway, it's the same mystery to me."

"Besides, you have done what we thought only God could do. Now everyone thinks that I am a true saint chosen by God. But in fact, God didn't choose me, right?"

Qin Feng didn't cancel the transformation, so he found a chair and sat down, and put the package in his hand at his feet:

"Who knows. Have you seen God?"

"Didn't you see it too? His divine body is the holy mountain Kalan. He is sleeping. Whenever I pray, I can hear his breathing."

"It seems that you are indeed not chosen by him. However, other saintesses may not be chosen by him either. Therefore, as long as you are a recognized saintess, it should be enough. Take a look at this, there are cliff heart and silver gray in it Letter to you."

"thank you so much!"

Chuxue showed a joyful expression, took the package from Qin Feng, and impatiently took out the folded letter paper.

In the Manzhuyuan surrounded by strangers, Chuxue is having a rough time.

In addition to learning the etiquette of saintesses from a group of old men in the elders, she also had to learn to deal with the daily chores of the church and learn to meet with dignitaries.

In addition, she has to shoulder the burden of organizing various council festivals, and usually has to deal with almost endless scripture interpretations.

Just looking at the whole warehouse of paper books, thinking of transcribing a large number of scriptures in the future and racking her brains to give them meanings that don't seem so outrageous, she will inevitably feel a headache.

As for what these verses really mean?

Maybe only God knows.

After so many years of inheritance, adding the personal understanding of different saintesses from generation to generation, the scriptures may have changed in quality long ago, and the original meaning cannot be seen.

To be honest, Chuxue was already homesick.

But she never went back.Because she is the saint Chuxue.

Unexpectedly, just when she gradually felt empty and lonely and wanted to cry alone, Qin Feng actually came with greetings from her family.

This is simply sending charcoal in the middle of the snow, giving her a booster.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Chuxue seemed to be able to recall their expressions when they wrote these words.

With their encouragement, Chuxue feels that she can persevere for a long time.

There is room for letter paper, and a pen is also included in the package.

Chuxue quickly wrote her reply letter, carefully folded the letter paper, and stuffed it back into the package.

"Go back quickly, don't be found out."

Qin Feng waved his hand: "There's no hurry. From now on until dinner time, you have to practice etiquette and prayer alone, right? Since no one will disturb you, then this time belongs to us."

"That's what I said..."

Chuxue hesitated to speak.

Why is it that in Qin Feng's place, the Manzhuyuan seems to have become a place where you can come and go whenever you want?

I envy him so much, he is so chic.

"Actually, I am very interested in God. Ah, don't worry, I am not interested in the teachings of Manzhuyuan. What I am interested in is God itself."

Qin Feng said:

"It just so happens that you also want to offer your prayers. Can you try contacting God again? It's fine if He's still asleep. When he wakes up, ask Him for me if he would like to chat with a mortal."

"This, this is too..."

Chuxue opened her mouth, and suppressed the word arrogance.

Qin Feng has no faith, she already knew about it.

In fact, she also wanted to chat with God. After all, she was the only human being in Kjerag who could communicate with God. This was the highest honor and the proof of being a saint.

She needs even one successful communication to prove that she is the real thing and make herself feel at ease.

So, she nodded: "I will sincerely pray to avoid offending the gods. Please don't make any noise until I open my eyes."

Seeing Qin Feng's response, Chuxue walked to the east side of the room and picked up the holy bell placed in the center of the small altar.

Beings that are not saintesses can also touch it, but they must not let it make a sound.Otherwise, once the holy bell rings, the bearer will be permanently frozen.

Chuxue knelt on the futon in front of the small altar, her upper body straightened.

Her lips moved slightly as she whispered a prayer.

As she began to pray, a faint milky white light emerged from the holy bell.

Obviously no one shook the bell, but it made a crisp sound.

The strange feeling of dislocation occurred again, but because of the exercise for the past few days, Chuxue had already adapted to this feeling, and she waited for this feeling to subside while praying.

Not long after, she heard a voice.

It was still a gentle breathing sound, but it was not as long as it was a few days ago.

"...Oh? It's a newcomer again. The saint of this generation, report your name."

This is a female voice that sounds a bit lazy, as if she just woke up and hasn't woken up yet.

"My name is Chuxue, Master Karan."

"Hmm, Chuxue. It's easier to remember than your predecessors. Why do you pray so much? I don't have anything for you to do now. If you want to pray to the oracle, you can retreat."

"Master Karan, actually..."

Chuxue bit her lower lip lightly, making up her mind.

"Actually, there is a mortal who wishes to seek your mercy and hear your voice. I beg you, lower your mercy."

"Huh? It's so troublesome."

God seems to have said something derogatory to his image.

I must have heard wrong, hmm.

"Hey, since it's the newcomer's first request, let's do it. Who is it, the kid in full armor next to you?"

"Yes, Master Karan."

The voice of God never came again.However, Chuxue could feel an invisible wave coming from the holy bell and sweeping across the room.

Then, there was a crisp cracking sound, and Qin Feng tilted his head in doubt.

At this moment, in the virtual window that only he can see, a warning text is displayed.

Just now there was a wave that wanted to interfere with his brain wave, but Zeya bounced it away with the preset program.

For a moment, the whole room fell silent.

Chuxue heard Ruoyou Ruwu's murmur: "It's strange, did I have a baby?"

Afterwards, the white light on the holy bell became brighter.

The wave swept across the room again, and there was another crisp sound.

For a moment, the room was actually quiet.

Chapter 132 Handing Karan a Business Card

Qin Feng called it a unique skill.

what happened?

The spirit of the snow-capped mountain, Kalan God, even though he stepped up his efforts, he still couldn't break through Zeya's firewall?

Pressure level 7%?

Is this taking into account the tolerance limit of the human brain and keeping it?

Karan, you are so gentle!

Although this wave can't explain that Karan will never break through the protective wall, it at least proves that Zeya does have two brushes.

Qin Feng immediately felt a sense of peace of mind.

Gods, as well as other powerful creatures with special forms of existence in this world, cannot just stuff things into his mind casually.

In this way, you don't have to worry about hearing or seeing something strange suddenly, and then being washed as a fool or a fanatic in an instant.

Qin Feng thought about it and decided to continue to maintain the firewall.

Simply rely on Chuxue as an intermediary to communicate with Karan.

After all, he couldn't be sure whether this god had a way to peek into human memory after establishing a connection.

As far as the pile of things in his mind and soul is concerned, it's better not to expose them.