"I've kept you waiting for a long time... My lord."

In the incandescent room, as the sound of "human being" from the glasses fell, the broken pieces of the instrument disappeared in the same place as if they had never existed.

At the same time, the door behind him opened silently in an instant: two rows of "human beings" wearing white|color|color|gloves, holding towels, clothes, accessories and other items filed in, and they knelt down to the edge of the cabin in an orderly and fearful manner. , full of reverence and fanaticism, began to perform their duties—kneeling at the side early to be responsible for opening the eyes in the cabin, and using the witty, domineering and fierce spirit in the eyes to cover up all the outward appearances such as beauty and femininity When the subordinate officials need it, they respectfully offer the things in their hands.

While the god like a humanoid weapon was arranging the basic instruments, in the room shrouded in barriers and filled with cold and evil spirits, the "human" in the glasses bowed in awe and did not dare to move until he was far away in the cabin. The cold voice of the other party in the picture, who seemed far and near, sounded directly in his head:

"--(How long?)"

Spectacular "human" maintains a body-respecting angle: "Two thousand and one hundred years old."

"——(Is this the most common human language now?)"

"Yes."

"—(Noisy.)" He said, his tone cold and indifferent.

Sweat dripped from the forehead of the "human" in the glasses, and the voice tensed: "There are indeed a lot of human beings today."

"—(Many? How many?)"

"...billions."

"—(Annoying ants.)"

After he finished speaking, he was obviously displeased, so a "human being" who had just handed the gloves to the subordinates disappeared in an instant...

The glasses "human being" and his kind were silent and bowed deeply.

After a while, the rustling of clothes stopped, and His voice came again:

"——(Where are Ying Long and the others?)"

Finally, there was an expected problem... The "human" in the glasses breathed a sigh of relief, and finally raised his head. There was a flash of light on the lens, and he smiled:

"Don't worry, it's ready."

***

At the same time, at night.

"Tricked..."

The envoys of the underworld who specially applied for the emergency passage order from the human world gathered on the top floor of the building complex, and the leader, the ghost in a white suit holding hands|cuffs|feet|shackles, looked through the stone layer and looked deeply at the only popular ghost under his feet... nothing out of the ordinary Inside the building, the expression is dignified:

"Not here."

***

"That's good."

In a closed room, the god who has penetrated the human language, wears tight-sleeved white lining, brown breeches, black|color|martin boots, wears brown leather gloves, and pulls a black|color|coat on his shoulders, with silver light in his pupils Flashing, the drop-shaped silver pendant on the left ear swayed lightly, and the domineering murderous intent that disdained to conceal was spread by the cold voice:

"After all, a war|war requires both the enemy and us to be fully prepared."

"——It's a good time."

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