"So … Let's go back to the original question …" Feng Bujue sized him up and asked again, "Who are you?"
"Zachariah." The blonde man didn't beat around the bush and directly answered Brother Jue's question. "Using the language and title that you can understand to define … I am a 'Angel of Ability.'"
"I see …" Feng Bujue didn't show any surprise at Zachariah's words. He just continued calmly, "Heh … My cat seems to be quite powerful."
"What do you mean?" Zachariah was puzzled.
"Your level isn't low, and you're the vanguard of the Heavenly Realm born for battle …" Feng Bujue answered as he walked towards the sofa. "But you never intended to fight her head-on from the beginning." He shrugged and sat on the sofa. "This means … You're either afraid of her strength, or you're afraid of the big boss behind her …"
"Watch your words, mortal." Zachariah couldn't bear to listen any longer. He warned, "Since you know my identity, you should understand that I'm not afraid of anything … Especially those disgusting, ugly monsters from the abyss of hell."
"Don't be agitated." Feng Bujue slumped comfortably on the sofa and replied leisurely, "You can belittle and despise them on a biological level, but you can't deny the power they possess on an objective level …" At this point, he suddenly raised a hand and waved his finger. Without turning his head, he said, "Excuse me, can you turn on the lights for me? The switch is right beside you. "
Brother Jue's tone at this moment … was like asking the waiter to help him change his plate when he was eating in a restaurant.
After hearing this, Zachariah was also stunned for two seconds … Two seconds later, because he couldn't think of a reason to refuse, he really did as he was told.
"Thank you." After the lights were turned on, Feng Bujue responded casually and then continued, "Hmm … You said … You're 'not afraid of anything.' Isn't that a bit ridiculous?" He turned around and looked at him. "You should at least be afraid of God, right?"
"Looks like you think you know us very well …" When Zachariah asked this question, he had already walked around the sofa and stood in front of Feng Bujue. However, he didn't find a place to sit down. He just stood there and looked down at Brother Jue on the sofa with a condescending gaze.
"I did do some research." Feng Bujue also looked at him and replied very calmly, "Your sense of honor, your sense of superiority, and your sense of mission are generally stronger; and the higher your level, the firmer your faith, and the purer your will. is's." He reached his hand's the mouth's the's the Angel's's's, the's, even though the's the's's's's's, you's's's the's.
"The only reason I didn't fight her head-on was because … I was worried that you and the other innocent people within a few kilometers would be dragged into the battle and die without a complete corpse," Zacharias replied coldly.
"In that case … I'm very important," Feng Bujue said with a smile. "And you … are very benevolent."
"Feng Bujue, I didn't come here today to talk about the 'Angel Encyclopedia' with you … Much less to receive psychological counseling …" Zachariah seemed to have finally realized … that Feng Bujue had unknowingly become the leader of the conversation. Therefore, he immediately changed his tone and said in a deep voice, "I came here to convey some important information to you."
"Okay, I'm all ears," Feng Bujue crossed his legs, tilted his head, and made a 'please' gesture.
"Feng Bujue." Zachariah straightened his expression and continued seriously, "I, Zachariah, represent Heaven to bestow upon you an important mission."
"Oh?" Feng Bujue raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"
"Secretly work for us in the gambling game of the Gods," Zachariah replied.
"Hehe … I'm sorry, what you said is too general …" Feng Bujue's expression now looked like he was watching a monkey show. "Can't you be more general and more specific?"
"To put it simply …" Zachariah didn't notice anything strange. He continued speaking seriously, "On the surface, you'll continue to be Woody's chess piece and everything will be as usual, but in reality … you'll be loyal to Heaven. When necessary, we'll contact you and tell you what to do. When the time comes, you'll … "
"Okay, okay …" Feng Bujue shook his head and smiled, interrupting him. "You want me to be a spy, right? I understand."
"You … You can put it that way," Zachariah replied after hesitating for half a second.
"Then …" At this moment, Feng Bujue uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. "What are the benefits?"
A very strange expression flashed across Zachariah's face. "Mortal, it's your honor to be loyal to Heaven. Countless people don't have such an opportunity in their entire lives …"
"Are you f * cking crazy?" Feng Bujue immediately cursed. He propped his hands on his knees and stood up. "According to what you're saying … 'I'm letting you be a traitor because I think highly of you'?"
"Feng Bujue!" Zachariah glared at Brother Jue and shouted, "Don't you even have the most basic belief and sense of justice! Even if you're not a believer of Christianity, you should know the consequences of cooperating with the devil … "He glared at Brother Jue and squeezed out a threatening sentence from between his teeth." I advise you … Don't let yourself be consigned to eternal damnation for the sake of immediate benefits. "
"Ha!" Feng Bujue looked at that angel with a mocking expression and laughed. "Talking to me about belief? No matter how you look at it, Mr. Angel, my personal opinion is … For humans, the most correct belief is to have a firm belief in the goodness of 'being a human' in one's heart. " He reached out and pointed above his head. "Whatever humans do, God isn't watching … What's watching humans all the time are the millions of consciences in the world."
At this point, Brother Jue sneered. "As for religion … In the era when humans were more ignorant, religion effectively carried out the functions that politics should have. This point is worth affirming. Of course, after the 19th century, there would occasionally be examples like Hong Xiuquan and Joseph Smith. Haha … I'm speechless too. " He paused for a moment. "In short, in most of the years, other than hindering the development of science and social civilization, as well as instigating wars, the positive and positive effects that religion played were relatively limited."
Looking at Zachariah's increasingly ugly expression, Feng Bujue still did not give up. "So, it's best that we talk about belief and religion separately … Respect those who believe in 'science' and have made practical contributions to this world. It's because of their existence that schools can teach the theory of evolution. It's also because of their tolerance that the various religions in this world can be preserved … After all, they aren't like some 'cultists' who tie people who disagree with their views to a pillar and burn them to death. "
"You heathen cultist who is full of evil words …" Zachariah glared at Brother Jue and muttered.
"See, this is where your problem lies." Feng Bujue raised a hand and lightly waved his index finger. "You refuse to listen to rational and logical opinions and facts, and you don't have the ability to refute. You don't admit the mistakes that you've made in the past, and you're even more unwilling to repent for them. Every time you have nothing to say in response or have no way to argue, you'll 'label' others. The saddest thing is … some of you are so stupid that you even believe in the things that you're defending. "
"Enough!" Zachariah was clearly enraged. "Feng Bujue, don't think that I won't dare to do anything to you just because you're the 'Chosen One' …"
"I've never thought of it that way." Feng Bujue stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pajamas and asked arrogantly, "I'm just curious. What exactly can you do?"
"I'm going to …" As Zachariah spoke, he raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
However … the next second, his expression changed abruptly.
"What's wrong? There's no reaction from the holy power in your body? "Feng Bujue took two steps forward." Do you want to guess why? " He smiled smugly. "Haha … I've said it just now, 'I've studied all of you.'"
"You …" Zachariah was both shocked and furious at once. His gaze moved quickly, looking up, down, left, right, as though he was searching for something.
"There's no need to look." Suddenly, another voice rang out. "It's in the wall behind you."
Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the voice. What he saw … was that there was another person in the middle of the living room.
It was a man in a black suit. Judging from his appearance, he was also a European. He had a head of short brown hair. His appearance was cold and handsome, and he exuded an intimidating aura from head to toe … Different from Zachariah's cameo appearance, this classically handsome man who had an aristocratic temperament and an arrogant personality … was obviously an extremely powerful character.
"And who are you?" Feng Bujue stared at the other party and asked.
"Referee." Simon only replied with two words.
"What referee …" Feng Bujue was just about to continue asking when Simon ignored him and said to Zachariah, "Zachariah, how does it feel to be trapped by a human's scheme?"
At this moment, fear was written all over Zachariah's face. "Listen … I'm here because …"
"You don't have to explain it to me," Simon interrupted. "You don't have the right to explain it to me."
Zachariah instantly realized what the other party was going to do next. He almost roared, "How dare you!"
Pa!
Just as he said the word "how dare", Simon had already raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
After the snap, Zachariah's body exploded from the inside …
In an instant, blood, shattered organs, bones, meat paste … were all over the wall and the floor.
"Uh … My friend …" Feng Bujue wiped his face with his hand and wiped off the blood covering his eyelids. He looked at Simon and said, "I'll make it clear in advance. I won't clean up this mess by myself."
"Don't worry." Simon glanced at Brother Bujue. "The one cleaning up the floor is already here."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared.
"Hey! Hey! "Feng Bujue widened his eyes and shouted," Who's the one cleaning up the floor? What's going on? If you have the guts to play with a corpse explosion … If you have the guts, wipe the blood clean for me! "
Knock, knock, knock —
Just as he was complaining loudly, outside the door … there was suddenly a knock.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
