Chapter 145

Mrs. Fergus has never been so beautiful in her life.

She shuttles through the crowd with her high chin, rose colored skirt and hat with a feather in it Like a proud Caragana. "

A lady with a fan to cover her mouth, low tunnel.

Of course, they didn't look up to the former concubines in the aristocratic circle, but now, it is different.

Mrs. Fergus has a wonderful daughter.

It's enough to smooth everything up so they can hold her high.

The small Fergus family was packed with people from all over the place.

They are full of uneasiness, fear and confusion, and hide excitement, adventure and excitement --

the sky has changed.

The world has changed, a new sun is rising, and perhaps a new order will emerge.

Chaos is opportunity.

Speculators are eager for the favor of the new God, while the old royal power is afraid of the loss of power. The former Vatican expected the guidance of the new God -

of course, they will not easily change their devotion to the light.

But the Church of Ellen has already spoken, and the new God says that people don't need to believe in her. It means that they don't need to betray the light, so it's not too much to listen to the new God's teachings once in a while, isn't it?

If Mrs. Fergus knew what these people thought, she would clap her hands and say in a loud voice: Yes, that's it!

Of course, she still believes in light.

It's just people. First of all, we have to live for ourselves. If the light God is gone, they will be buried with them.

Those who died are all lunatics.

Only occasionally, when I think of the reflection of God in the temple, I can't help but regret and sadness:

such a perfect God It disappeared.

Even she was sad, let alone belia?

She could still remember how she had been with that teenager named Leslie.

At the thought of this, Mrs. Fergus's smile at those pretty boys was even more brilliant.

"Mrs. Fergus! When will God allow us to see you

Someone asked.

Mrs. Fergus looked at the stairway, but there was no movement. She raised her skirt:

"Oh, let me ask."

Go to the second floor and knock on the door:

"belia."

The door opened from the inside.

Mrs. Fergus looked, and her daughter was sitting in front of the dresser by the window, looking in the mirror without blinking.

After that, Mrs. Fergus took heart and walked over:

"belia, don't you go down and have a look? You should have a new life Don't always refuse. "

The girl raised her head and her blue eyes were as empty as a wasteland.

Mrs. Fergus choked in her throat.

"Well, my poor child..."

But she stood up.

"Let's go."

"Will you?"

Mrs. Fergus said in surprise.

"You're right. People always look forward, and I have something to say." The blonde's eyes were bent, and there was a twinkle in them, like sadness, and other indistinguishable emotions. "But I'm not sorry."

"I've been given the freedom to choose my life."

She smiles.

"Oh, oh..."

I don't know why. At this moment, Mrs. Fergus felt that the people in front of her were so strange that she seemed to have a different soul inside. Like countless times before, Mrs. Fergus shook her head and walked out first.

"Let's go."

She said.

those who can enter the Fergus family are all the great nobles in the kingdom of Carlo. The Vatican forces only allow archbishops and bishops, as well as dignified envoys and knights.

The older ones can hold back their emotions, while the younger ones have already talked to each other.

"After a while, people from other kingdoms will come. At that time, I'm afraid we won't even be able to get in. "

"Will God appear? Will she live here all the time? "

"I guess not. It's said that God controls countless worlds."

"Would she like to see us then?"

Ambitious, prepared lines, ready to use what mood, what posture to surrender to the new God --

just then, a "dada" came from the stairway, and the leather shoes were tapping on the wood.

The voice is so clear and crisp, as if with some mysterious charm that can make people immerse in it, people can not help but look forward to the true face of the new God

It must be beautiful and dignified.Some have seen, and then recall, the memory of the beauty seems to be covered with a layer of hazy veil

The man on the stairs appeared.

Rose purple silk skirt, tall, black silk hat slanting, golden hair, blue eyes, cheekbones slightly high, pale cheeks, a bit gaudy smile - when the arrival of consciousness is Mrs. Fergus, everyone's heart is like a high-altitude glide.

They agreed to breathe a sigh of relief.

And then another figure appeared.

More graceful, more noble, blond hair like a kiss from the sun, blue dress as pure as the sky, but, more clearly, there is no - even if they try to widen their eyes, the new God's face is still invisible to them.

She seemed to be gathered in a hazy veil.

Therefore, everyone's mind can not help but emerge a sentence:

God can not spy.

They bowed their heads in deference.

"You come to me?"

The voice is very light, but clear as if reverberating in everyone's ears, shaking the eardrum.

Some people can't help but crawl down, but half of the knee is pushed back by a gentle force.

"Don't worship me."

"Yes, but --"

"didn't bishop Bruce convey my wishes to you?"

Liu Yu recognized his crown and dress and saw Prince Carlo standing behind him with a solemn face.

"King Carlo?"

"Yes, it's me, revered God," seemed to be awed by the new God's pressure. The sweat on the forehead of the young king dripped, and he wiped it, or expressed his will. "But we are used to the command of God. If you don't care..."

Liu Yu saw his insincerity.

She thought of Prince Carlo's candid confession, and her mouth bent:

"I'll give you the world, isn't it good?"

If a giant's finger falls on Lilliput, it will cause a magnitude 10 earthquake.

If she still interferes without permission, the order will still be built around her "new God", even if it is not her original intention - in that case, she still goes back to the old way.

Human beings are the most tenacious race. When the stubborn order is broken, it will soon establish a new, more adaptive and perfect order.

The crowd seemed at a loss.

They didn't think that God really didn't want to care, but it was God

Is it not the duty of God to maintain order and ensure fairness?

But again, what is God like?

No one can tell.

The cardinal stepped forward and saluted with his right hand on his left breast.

"Dear God," he still insisted on calling her "Queen of God." do you mean that no matter what the world will be You won't interfere, will you? "

Someone yelled:

"but we are used to the world guided by gods."

"Now, then, get used to the world without divine guidance."

The voice came with unquestionable determination, and then, as if to reassure them, she added, "but if it's a flood I'll take care of it. "

"What do you need, my dear God?"

Carlo looked up more respectfully abroad.

"A quiet. Of course, my mother likes to go to parties Please don't refuse her. "

"Of course, with Mrs. Fergus coming, I don't think anyone would refuse such an honor."

King Carlo took the lead in making the promise.

Others echoed and offered an invitation to Mrs. Fergus.

The Vatican also received a relatively satisfactory reply. After leaving precious gifts, a group of people left one after another, leaving the Fergus family empty.

Only the group of beautiful teenagers stood up and refused to leave.

They lie on the ground meekly and beg with their clear voice:

"God! Please stay with us and be your attendants

"Even if it's just watering the flowers and wiping the table every day!"

"We'll get a lot of it!"

"I can sing!"

"I can dance!"

"I can do magic

“……”

A group of beautiful and lively teenagers chirped to recommend themselves. They were young, but their eyes were full of enthusiasm and ambition, which made the whole room lively.

Mrs. Fergus looked, and the smile of her mouth never stopped:

"belia, you see, how lovely these children are."

"Leave them, will you?"

"Even if we look at it every day, it makes people feel happy. Besides, we still need to go to the market to invite people. It's OK to invite them.""We only need a piece of Rousseau!"

The teenagers answered with one voice.

Liu Yu looked like a young Mrs. Fergus. She was about to say yes when she saw a gust of wind outside the door. A plump and gray bird rushed in, and the big wings were a gust of wind:

"spot!"

The teenagers were blown to pieces and could not stand steadily.

Liu Yu waved his hand.

The wind died.

She looked at the gray spotted bird in front of her and said in surprise:

"spotted?"

Spot that pair of black bean eyes staring at her, there is a vicious, carnivorous illusion:

"spot!"

It said again.

Liu Yu found that she could not understand the bird language.

"Are you ok? So What about him? "

Spot stares at her again and says, "spot!"

This time, she understood:

[babe, you are a thief! ]

that pair of wet black bean eyes, fierce no longer, become aggrieved:

[is it enough for you to have spots? ]

the speckled black bean eye glanced at her carefully.

Liu Yu felt that the spot was familiar.