Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze originally thought that Beimu was impregnable and everyone believed in the gods very devoutly.But it has been a month since he came here, and he deeply feels that Beimu is like a dormant volcano. It may be calm and solemn on the surface, but deep down, it may be on fire!

Every time he sees Wo Taifu, he always thinks of the whole country.Wo Taifu is like the anthropomorphism of Bei Mu, with a repressed temperament and a sense of abstinence; but under that skin, who knows what kind of blood is bleeding?Whenever he looked at Wo Taifu recently, he always felt that his eyes were sticky and uncomfortable.He was amazed by the change of Wo Taifu, but he couldn't think of the reason.

Occasionally, he went to and from the consulate, sitting in a car at a slow speed, and when passing by Tuchendi, he could also see the fainted little girl being carried by her mother and coming out of the pyramid.The mother's eyes were red, she bit her lower lip tightly, her face was distressed and sad, but this was their fate.How can a weak woman fight against a tough army?Even if he was unwilling, he could only swallow silently.

This country is lifeless, yet permeated with paranoia and violence.Perhaps when people are stuck by the precepts of justice, the evil side can only grow bigger and bigger in the dark, but it never disappears.One day it will grow and devour that light.

And these days, Bei Mu seems to be even more uneasy.This can be seen from the accelerating military vehicles.And there are many more buzzing helicopters in the sky.As a nominal peace envoy, Song Yaze spoke more frequently.Speaking in an official accent, reading those fake and empty words, and making empty calls, he just felt more tired than ever.In addition, from Wotever to Langdon, the people around him were all stern and cold, which made him even more bored and isolated.The only person who communicated sincerely with him was the petite and lovely Natasha.

"Today...my sister passed away...she went into shock, and the doctor said her life was in danger..." Natasha was sitting next to Song Yaze, her nose was whimpering when she was crying, her face was flushed, and her eyes were swollen.The press conference had just ended, so she could only take this opportunity to talk to him on the grounds of summarizing her work.

Song Yaze saw this petite girl crying sadly. As a man, he couldn't say any delicate words of comfort.He held back for a long time before slowly spitting out: "Don't cry..."

Natasha cried even more sadly, perhaps because her tears always flowed more violently when she was comforted by others.She was gasping for breath, the yellow gauze robe was stained with tears, and her body trembled: "Why do we have to suffer this kind of crime? Are girls inherently sinful... We repent every day... Why can't God do it for you? Let's get rid of the dust..."

Song Yaze sighed lightly, what else could he do but sigh.He originally respected everything about Beimu and tried his best to let himself do as the Romans do.Influenced by monk Huixian, he always respects Beimu people who have faith.But now, this respect has turned into grief and resentment.Here, people are not complete people, and their beliefs are based on ignorance.The Holy See fools the people and kills their humanity and freedom.The people spurned the darkness, but they didn't know that they were in the darkness.

"I hope this kind of life will end soon." Song Yaze thought about it, feeling sad and talking to himself.

Back at the embassy, ​​Song Yaze saw Wo Taifu as expected, but unexpectedly, he looked very anxious.He used to walk slowly and steadily, but today he was extraordinarily messy and eager.

"You are back." Wo Taifu did not ask God for instructions.His eyes were bloodshot and his complexion was not good.

"Yeah." Song Yaze nodded, patted the snow that fell on his body, a little confused, "What's wrong with you?"

"Sitton asked you to go back." Wo Taifu said stiffly, he was quite unhappy, with a gloomy expression.

"Really?!" Song Yaze exclaimed in surprise, "Great! Is the war in Dongxia over?"

"Well..." Wo Taifu nodded, his body trembling slightly, "Dongxia established many non-government anti-war organizations, and Sidon could not attack for a long time, so he had to withdraw his troops. I received a notice today, and Sidon asked you to go back as soon as possible. If you don't If they do, they will terminate the peace agreement."

Song Yaze breathed a sigh of relief, he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time: "Great...the troops are finally withdrawn..." He said to himself, completely ignoring Wo Taifu's gloomy and distorted expression, "Then I When to go back?"

Wo Taifu stared at him closely, and said word by word: "This is a confidential matter. It's not safe to say it in the yard, let's go to the house and say it." After speaking, he made a "please" gesture to signal him One step ahead.

Song Yaze hurried upstairs and entered the bedroom.Turning around, I found that Wo Taifu locked the door expressionlessly, and said with a smile: "This secret is really a secret, even the door has to be locked. There are only two of us in the entire embassy, ​​why lock the door!"

Wo Taifu ignored his smile, but said lightly: "I was very inspired by what you said to me last time."

He didn't bring up the serious matter, but came up with a nonsensical sentence, which made Song Yaze feel strange, and asked puzzledly: "...What are you talking about?"

Wo Taifu lowered his head and walked in front of him silently. The distance between the two was very close, and Song Yaze felt inexplicably uneasy. "You said that you want me to face my shortcomings and live happily." His voice was low and heavy, and there was faint mania in it.

"...Well." Song Yaze felt that the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. He turned around and turned his back to Wo Taifu, and his breathing seemed to be smoother.

"So... I plan to listen to you and live happily... I think it will be better if you stay here and give me advice..." Wo Taifu took a step forward, almost sticking to his back .

Song Yaze's hair stood on end, and just as he was about to turn around to ask what was going on, he received a heavy blow to the back of the head, and suddenly lost strength all over his body, his head and body seemed to be split, his eyes darkened, and he fell straight backward.

Wo Taifu embraced the unconscious Song Yaze, stroked his face contentedly, and kissed his lips.It wasn't until he bit the lip until it became red and swollen that he licked it, and let it go reluctantly.He picked up Song Yaze and walked towards the secret passage under the embassy...

Song Yaze has disappeared for a month.As his personal escort, Wo Taifu reported to the Holy See that he had a dissenting intention to split the Holy See, and that he had been secretly executed by himself, and his body had been burned.The peace ambassador was dead, and he was executed for separatism. This reason is really not good.So the Holy See gave an official statement, saying that Song Yaze had a sudden illness and died in the hospital. He issued a fake certificate and built a fake grave.

It has already entered winter in Beimu, with snow falling, the already cold city is even colder now.The snow is so thick that it makes a crunching sound when you step on it.Bei Mu seemed to be dead, but also hibernated, extremely dull.

But even with this miserable and dead look, there was still some movement.

Caesar led thousands of troops and came to Beimu aggressively.He is still dreaming of a savior, eager to conquer the four kingdoms.

He suffered repeated setbacks in Dongxia, which he never expected.He originally looked down on that piece of land, thinking that Dongxia people are servile, have no ambitions, and love fighting in the nest.But he didn't expect that when there was a real national crisis, the Dongxia people would unite as one. Although they didn't have any outstanding skills or knowledge, they were patriotic in their hearts, even at the expense of their lives.Various anti-war organizations sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and civil movements emerged one after another.Even though he suppressed it with a hammer, people's hearts cannot be suppressed.

Caesar was deeply shocked. He even began to admire the blood of the nation, and began to reflect on whether he saw the world wrongly or walked on the wrong path.He deeply feels that Dongxia has a strong collective consciousness and is a country that cannot be conquered.They are used to being loose at ordinary times, but they are unambiguous in times of crisis.Perhaps, the dream of conquering Dongxia should be delayed for a while.

But Caesar was not willing to end there.He withdrew his troops and turned his attention to Beimu, the zombie.He originally thought that Beimu was solid and unsuitable for attacking, but after thinking about it, he found that the country was already riddled with holes.He immediately formulated a military strategy, and with elite guns and soldiers, blasted open the border gate of Beimu.

Unexpectedly, the itinerary to attack Beimu was smoother than expected.Caesar laid down one city after another, and wherever he went, the citizens there put on fashionable new clothes, took off their gauze robes, and hung them out of the windows with bamboo poles to signal their surrender.Thousands and thousands of gauze gowns are colorful, fluttering in the wind, and the scene is quite magnificent and beautiful.The gauze robe used to be a symbol of the state religion and a sign of piety, but now it is hung high, covered with snow and rain, and eroded by the wind.

The resistance consciousness of the Beimu people was weak, and Caesar took over the areas outside the Holy See without any effort, and in some places, some people even joined the road to welcome them.At this time, he was full of emotions, and he really felt the pride of the savior, which he never gained when he conquered Dongxia.

The Sidonian soldiers continued to march, taking one city after another.Finally on this day, they surrounded the Holy See.In just one month, they almost won Beimu, which made them full of confidence and ambition. Everyone held their chests up, triumphantly waiting for them ahead.

As for Caesar, he was even more proud.He stood in the middle of the elite army, wearing a heavy and hard combat uniform, with his head raised high, and so was his chin.He was in high spirits, and his mood had never been so good.His ideal life is to conquer all directions, and the smooth process makes him almost arrogant and arrogant.

He smiled arrogantly, and shouted at the sealed-off Holy See, his tone full of conceit: "Hand over the Langdons and the peace envoy, and I will spare your life!" Over the years, he has focused on fighting, and has never Unbeknownst to her, her mother, Weisha, has been transferred to Nanluo as the head of the Refugee Management Agency.

Outside the Holy See, there is a lot of ambition; but inside the Holy See, it is lingering.

The gate of the Holy See is closed, it looks like a tomb, it is difficult to break into, and the people inside are still stubbornly resisting.The ministers who were singing carols in the Holy See every day had already fled without a trace.Only a few surviving elite soldiers surrounded the Pope, and the Pope paced back and forth, completely devoid of dignity, while Natasha stood nervously beside him.And Langdon, as Caesar's father, had a special status and was dragged here by the Pope's people.

In the past few days, the Pope's gray hair has grown a lot, and his wrinkles have deepened a lot.He was no longer stable, his facial features curled up wrinkledly, distressed and anxious: "It has come to this point..." He hammered the wall feebly, and the statue fell to the ground dangling.The Pope ignored it, and stepped directly on the statue with his clumsy feet, and his kind face was instantly torn in half.

Through the thick stained glass, the Pope saw thousands of fine armored troops outside the window. He felt anxious, and despair and fear immediately surged up. He spit out a mouthful of blood and shed turbid tears: "I'm going to die... It's over..."

He looked around desperately, seeing Langdon as the last straw, slapped the table and bounced, pointed at Langdon tremblingly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you..." He trembled again Silenced, rolled his eyeballs, and planned to make a final struggle.

"Tie him... tie him up to me and hang him to the roof! I want to see if that Caesar will come in when he sees his father!" The pope blushed and spit angrily, The eyeballs bulged with anger.

The remaining Beimu elite soldiers arrested Langdon and handcuffed him.At this juncture, Langdon remained expressionless, with an extremely disdainful attitude. He spat out coldly: "You are at the end of your way, and doing so is useless. My son has great ambitions, and he will not give up for the sake of so-called feelings!"

The pope was like a frightened bird, and when he heard this, he became even more angry.He was furious, his blood pressure soared, relying on the last bit of weak power, he stared and ordered: "Now... Now put him on the roof for me..."

"Heh." Langdon sneered, his face contemptuous.He didn't resist, and let the soldiers tie him up and drag him upstairs...

Caesar stood on the tank in the distance, with a triumphant expression on his face. Perhaps his biggest shortcoming was arrogance, which made him prone to joy and sorrow.He was surrounded by elite soldiers, and the people on both sides of the street welcomed him. He was overjoyed and wished he could take down the Holy See immediately, tell his parents and Song Yaze about his great achievements, and show off.

He was in a hurry and planned to fire directly, but he was afraid of hurting them.He stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and came up with an idea.He secretly laughed, the smile was even ecstasy, he snapped his fingers, with a domineering expression: "Blow up their roof and scare the little rabbits inside! I like to play this kind of game!"

The subordinate listened to the order, aimed at the rooftop and projected without delay for a second, and was extremely well-trained.

Caesar's decision was too hasty.Sadly, he was too arrogant and complacent to notice that there were four people on the roof, three of them were Beimu soldiers; and the remaining one was his father whom he hadn't seen in ten years!The four of them had just arrived on the rooftop, and before they took the opportunity to threaten them, they were bombed into stumps and flesh by shells!There was blood everywhere, sand and stones splashed, they merged together, and the scene was shocking.

Caesar laughed on the tank.He didn't expect that someone would suddenly appear on the rooftop.He only saw that Beimu's military uniform was blown into pieces and rags, fell from the roof and floated into the air.

If he accidentally killed the enemy, he was pleasantly surprised.Seeing the stump scorched by the fire, his blood boiled immediately.Perhaps his happiness is based on the death of the enemy.

He laughs, marvels, and lifts his arms up as if to embrace the sun.There is a chilling bloodthirsty on his face, and the weird smile looks very frightening.

A fragment of the blue veil floated in the air and was blown by the wind and landed on Caesar's shoulder.

Caesar frowned, and impatiently patted the blood-stained rag.He glanced at it disdainfully, and was stunned when he saw the title of Sidonian diplomat tattooed on it.Then, as if he was struck by lightning, his brain went blank, and all the people and things around him disappeared at this moment, and he could only hear the buzzing in his head.

He gradually realized that just now, he had killed his father.

This realization made him unable to recover for a long time.At this moment, he didn't cry, didn't have grief and indignation, but was endlessly dazed and dazed.He examined the blue rag over and over, carefully scanning the veins on the fragment.His expression was dull, his lips opened and closed, his hands changed from warm to cold, and his body changed from calm to trembling.

He killed his father.Perhaps, this is the price he pays for his reckless disregard of human life.