Even if Jesse's strange calls came from the storage room behind him, Su Ming had no intention of looking back.
At first, there was pain in the voice, but as time went on, it gradually changed. There was a faint taste of pain and happiness, and finally it became a comfortable gasp.
Not to mention the death knell, the vampires beside him were shocked by this shameless groan. The empty blood bag in his hand fell to the ground in surprise with a strange look on his face.
"I never expected Jesse to have such a hobby."
Su Ming is now playing a vampire. He is going to show that he has seen big waves in his long life. He looks calm and shakes his head with his hands on his back: "he is a human being, and human beings have strong adaptability. As long as they can't die, they will eventually get used to it... But don't buy vacuum cleaners in the future. Use sweeping robots. I'm afraid Jesse will die of addiction."
"People always want to die. Maybe happy death is a good choice." Cassidy was a real vampire, and he soon accepted it, grinning: "but what happened to the angel?"
"It's just an angel, God's weapon, nothing to say." Su Ming didn't mean to explain it in detail.
After today, everything has nothing to do with the chapel.
The thin and dry blood clan nodded his head, and he opened a package of plasma and put it into his mouth to inhale and think.
About five minutes later, the two angels came out, and the biscuit box in the fat man's arms showed a faint white light.
"Yes?" Su Ming asked the thin man, and the other party nodded positively.
"It worked." The skinny Angel threw aside the vacuum cleaner, which was tainted with suspicious filth, and picked up his box: "our task is finished."
At this time, while lifting his pants and slowly moving out of the storage room, Jesse rubbed over. His face was red and he dragged his two boxes of money: "Cassie, come and help me. We have money. I don't know how to spend it. Ha ha ha!"
But at the same time, there was blood dripping under his pants legs.
The vampire also laughed, and sure enough, his friend was still like that. He didn't have any psychological shadow because of the blooming chrysanthemum. It seemed that his new coffin was hopeful.
......
"what to do next?"
In cheap motels and small rooms, people gathered around the biscuit box in the middle of the carpet. It had been a while since the death knell and others came back, but no one said what to do next.
The orangutan scratched his ears and scratched his cheek. After he knew that the butcher could kill the laughter, the urgency of revenge for his old friend Jim was like a claw.
He finally understood the meaning of the cold joke of the death knell, for he was now full of the question: when will the laughing bat die?
The saint is still watching TV. He is very interested in the cartoons. He is even too lazy to participate in public discussion. He just rubs his two guns back and forth with his palm, not knowing what he is thinking.
The angel duo didn't know what to do next, so they looked at the man who claimed to be the death knell.
They originally planned to take the box back to heaven to make contributions, but on the way back, the man told them that as long as the box was in hand, they could find God and ask them whether they wanted to make another great contribution.
Now it's like climbing a mountain. It's just like shivering at the end.
As long as it is done, they can go back to heaven, enjoy the glory, become the chief executive, become the blazing angel, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the peak of life.
In view of the good credit before the death knell, the two angels were cruel and violated the rules of heaven again. They took Genesis out and gave it to the knell for temporary use.
In fact, at that time, they thought that the death knell would merge creation into their own body, and they also wanted to remind them that it was almost a dead and lifeless act. However, the other party seemed to know that the incompatibility between genesis and its host would lead to the explosion of human beings. They had no intention at all.
He just put the cookie box on the floor of the hotel room and let it shine white like a little sun, and nothing else.
It's a little confusing.
Su Ming has changed his original appearance. He is wearing a high-end suit, sitting on the edge of the bed which is not clean at all, smoking with his legs up:
"we and others come to find us. The Holy Grail knights are eager to find the host of creation. They know that God has disappeared and want to rebuild a God, a god belonging to mankind."
"What blasphemy
For the first time, the fat angel showed his face. Unlike his best friend, he showed anger and sadness.
Under the intervention of some external factor, they become more and more interesting and less like other angels.
The death knell raised his hand to wait for him to finish. The matter was not so simple: "you don't know enough. What if I said that the order of the Holy Grail was originally a chess piece arranged by God on earth? You know, they have the son of God in their hands. ""Everything is arranged by my Lord." With a smile, the skinny Angel pressed down his companion and explained to the knell, "if he wants to, then he can, but we want to know what the son of God is?"
"As the name suggests, it is the son of God." Su Ming spread out his hands and explained to the two angels: "I think you should also feel that some people say that people who are possessed by creation will be Messiah, but your Bible does not say that the Messiah should be Jesus himself, or that the father and son are all Messiah, all of him."
"What tongue twister is that?" When Hally looked at the cartoon, she turned her head and put in a sentence. She didn't understand at all, or she didn't care.
Just said such a sentence, again indulged in naive TV programs.
The thin man and the fat man looked at each other and nodded. The laughing one spoke. They did not intend to communicate with the crazy woman. They just said to the knell:
"we have heard a rumor in heaven that God once went down to earth to associate with a prostitute. That was the reincarnation of the only woman who gave him grace when he was crucified, I don't know if it's true or not. "
"It's true that they have a silly son, the Messiah of today." Su Ming gave a positive answer, saw the angel to ask again, he shook his head and refused: "don't ask me how I know, you just need to believe me."
The heart was seen through, the thin Angel pressed down the words in his mouth, and the two exchanged their eyes again. This time, the fat man said, "we have guessed your identity, but we still need a proof to prove that you know everything."
God knows what they've got in their brains, but it's easy to prove it.
Su Ming gave an enigmatic smile and raised his hand to the thin man: "then I will prove to you that he has never said his name, is that right?"
"Yes." Little thin nodded.
"Fiore, your name is Fiore, isn't it?" The death knell says the name of the thin Angel directly. He is not omniscient, but it is not difficult to pretend to know everything.
The angels exchanged again in silence, but the horror in their eyes proved it all.
At this time, the door of the room was knocked. Outside the door was a middle-aged man with a bald head and a very feminine temperament. Suddenly, he seemed to be a eunuch.
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