Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

......

"Looking at it this way, this little thing seems to belong to me under the radiance of my body." Dickens looked back and forth at the expressionless Kamisaku Saku, and smiled with great satisfaction.He was not even stingy with his admiration for Balzac,

"well done."

"As long as you are satisfied, this is the exclusive secret recipe prepared by the clown." Balzac bowed and gave an unjust ruling salute, as playful as a pressed gummy candy, which bounced back with a "bang".He changed into a new outfit today, and the oil paint was splashed on the back of his hands, "Then I will take the brand-new little sweetheart to meet Her Majesty the Holy Maiden first?"

"Well, let's go." Dickens waved his hand and patted Shen Shangshuo on the shoulder over Balzac.In his eyes, the young man now is clearly a pure white lamb that can only be slaughtered by others, and a beast that can only cry silently on the altar, so there is nothing wrong with sending it over for fun now.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to His Highness, but I want Pomeranian to smile." Balzac clapped his hands and laughed, holding the non-aggressive white-haired boy with one hand, and walked out the door.When he got to the door, he turned around and wiped Shen Shangshuo's forehead, and said with a light smile, "Hey, why don't you hit/me with your pair of little horns?"

Why did I hit you?

Shenshang Shuo slowly turned his face and looked at Balzac. His gray eyes were like some kind of smoke with a thin sense of existence, light and shallow, unable to stand in the wind.

"The way you look is really boring. Is this the magic of love?" Balzac leaned forward curiously, looking down at the young man nose to nose, with pure curiosity without color in his eyes.

The white-haired boy's lips trembled, but he didn't make a sound in the end, like an old-fashioned machine that failed to start, it just moved symbolically.He turned around and walked down the long corridor, the stained glass windows reflected the colorful brilliance, but none of the light fell into his eyes.

Balzac tilted his head in disappointment, and wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes, "Little poor, you look like this, even I can't stand it anymore."

"I'll take you to find your mother."

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"Look, look, my lord, who did I send you?" The moment he pushed the door open, Balzac instantly turned up the volume, which did not scare the God beside him, but scared Maupassant out of his mouth. trembling.

She turned her head abruptly, just as she was about to see which ignorant guy broke in, she saw Shenshang Shuo standing behind Balzac.

She cried out in surprise, "I'm not dreaming, baby?"

"Monamour!" She jumped off the chair in three steps and hugged the white-haired boy, "I can finally see you...I miss you so much."

"I miss you very much too." Shenshang Shuo replied flatly, his mouth was like every kind of organ, and the opening and closing of his lips were definite when he spoke.

Maupassant was taken aback when he heard the words, she felt that something was wrong.She got up from the boy's shoulders, and her bright eyes glanced at his attire, and she was obviously stunned.

Maupassant asked in disbelief, "Monanour? How do you wear this? And... turmeric root powder?"

Balzac drew a delicate tulip with silver powder on the center of Shenshangshuo's eyebrows, and mixed turmeric root powder with ghee on his slightly protruding collarbone. A light spicy fragrance.The white-haired boy was dressed in clean white all over his body, and the islands were outlined with gold threads on the flowing and light clothes. The overlapping palaces and the deformed figures coming and going, the tailoring was quite narrow, like a bride Like a hijab, a piece of white cloth hangs from the top of her hair.

He covered his eyes with a piece of white gauze with golden patterns, and turned to Maupassant with his voice. He said slowly according to the arrangement, "Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

"What the hell did you do to him?" Maupassant was startled and angry, and suddenly turned to Balzac, the shock on his face could not be concealed even with thick makeup, "And what was left by that damn thing Dickens Seal... Balzac! What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, a little trick, it's just a trick~" Balza pulled out the chair, sat on it swinging his legs, stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the colored lollipop, "Don't worry, don't care!"

"You..." Maupassant was clearly very angry, his plump chest heaving violently.She hugged Shenshang Shuo into her arms distressedly, and stroked the boy's temple hair with her gentle fingers.Shenshang Shuo was like some kind of limp kitten, curled up on her lap, as if he had fallen asleep, without stretching out his paws at all, and letting others lick his head without any resistance.

"By the way, have you heard about the Russian absconding overnight?" Balzac's eyeballs twitched, like two twirling eggs, so tight that they were almost crushed in the eye sockets.

"Russians? I don't know." Maupassant frowned, not taking this matter to heart.Now she was so absorbed in Shenshang Shuo who reacted strangely that she was too lazy to give Balzac a look.

"That's good."

Anyway, this is not for you, a young lady.

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"Is it here?"

The members of the Armed Detective Agency finally set foot on the land of France, and they were looking at the sky fortress with their hands covered.

The Chaldean group had already returned. Without the Holy Grail, and unable to take away the "book" as the foundation, it was equivalent to doing a waste of time back and forth.In general, there is no need to continue to waste it, they are still busy saving humanity, and there is no time to waste time here.

As for what they saw and thought in their hearts, we don't know.

"It's an exaggeration...the government here can't do anything about them?" Yosano Akiko stared at the floating palace, and the electrified chainsaw was rubbing back and forth on the ground anxiously, "No wonder it's so rampant."

"This has nothing to do with us." The emerald green mirror in Edogawa Ranpo's eyes coldly refracted a reflection, and he turned his head to look at Enkidu who had already set up the chain, "Don't worry about it, take your treasure and just blast it over there. good."

"Won't it hurt the master?" The divine weapon hesitated a little, and slightly clasped a lock that was eager to try the sky with his left hand.

Edogawa Ranpo: "With me here, do you think this kind of thing is possible?"

He cast his eyes on the marble vaulted roof covered with brilliant sunlight on the horizon, and the beautiful pointed cross on it was like a morning star in the daytime, with a layer of mottled metallic reflections, shining under the clouds.

"..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitated to speak and looked at this child who could almost be said to have been taught by himself. Ever since Kamijo Sakumo left that day, Edogawa Ranpo had an aura of disobedience and a strong sense of deviation, let alone It was him, and anyone who even remotely knew the famous detective could have noticed it.

This kind of spiritual growth brought about by being uprooted and on the verge of extinction, I don't know whether it is good or bad, a blessing or a curse.

President Fukuzawa sighed again, slowly pressed the handle of the knife, and a pair of eagle eyes looked at the mysterious island that had already shown signs of being dispatched.

After all, now is not the time to talk about this.

......

A row of white-helmed soldiers stationed in front of the fortress seems to be a relic of the last century. It is similar to the old-fashioned armor passed down from generation to generation.What really plays the role of reconnaissance and protection is still the high-end weapons and equipment hidden in the cracks of the wall, emitting invisible lines densely.

However, at this time, even these "decorations" sensed something strange.From the very beginning, the wind around the hanging island has been disordered, the violent airflow is like some kind of rioting vicious dog, barking and rushing towards their faces, it hurts like a knife, almost making people's calves tremble Can't stand.

"It is the breath of the stars that is awakened. I will go forward with mankind. Therefore—"

The golden chains made a "lingling" sound in the wind, and the tip of the cone, wrapped in an air blade, suddenly rushed into the sky, splashing a cloud of dust with a "bang".The slender metal chains converged into a pure gold dragon in the air, which made the day look like a dark night. It broke through the clouds and rushed straight to the fortress, as if it wanted to tear down this small island and eat it. Into the belly.

"[Son of man, I hope to bind the gods with chains (EnumaElish)—]"

The soldiers who were facing the impact on the spot were already lying on the ground and trembling. They showed a pair of frightened eyes from their arms, but they didn't dare to look directly at the fully expanded body of the divine weapon.That kind of aura is too amazing and too powerful. This is not an aura that different human beings can contend with, but a battlefield that belongs to another world.

"Boom--"

The white palace quickly collapsed within a second, and the cobweb-shaped walls only had a chance to appear for a moment, and the weapons that had been built with a lot of money were wiped out the moment they came into contact.The lucky rubble can still roll down from the gradually collapsing mound, and the unlucky clod can be reincarnated directly.

At this moment, the grass green that hits down in midair is already a living god, still sitting high and high on the clouds.

This is still the case when Enkidu stopped.

"Who the hell is that?!" Dickens crawled out of the ruins, his hair was still "swirling" with lime powder, and his shoulders were still covered with glass slag.One second before the demolition of his hometown, he was still enjoying a cup of cozy afternoon tea, and then he was smashed into the soil with a "fixed clang", leaving no decency left.

This is simply a reaction ability that makes other supernatural beings feel ashamed.He then shouted into the air in annoyance, "Who the hell..."

"It's the one who came to kill you." The god-made doll replied softly, and gently poked the trembling nobleman with its cold tip.

"I'm not the only one here?"