At dusk, a torrential rain hit Violet City.

The small town of Konya on the edge of the city was silent in the scouring of the wind and rain. When it was getting dark, no lights were turned on. Every section of the street washed by the rain was filled with dusty corpses. The door is closed.

The rotten smell of the corpse was washed away by the wind and rain, but this small town that was silent in the rainstorm was still lifeless, like an empty city of death.

In a small, gray-white stone house on the east side of the town, there was a woman's extremely painful whine. The shrill sound was like an old crow about to lose its cub, even the sound of wind and rain raging between heaven and earth was difficult ? Cover up.

In the stone house, the girl lying on the hospital bed had almost only her last breath left, and the description was terrifyingly bleak. Her eyes were almost sunken, and her face was a sickly greenish yellow. I can't see the slightest bit of vitality at this age, but instead looks like a dying old woman.

The girl's extremely thin hands were tightly held by the woman beside the bed. The woman's hair was long and messy. She buried her head deeply beside her daughter's bed, and her back arched like a The bowstring that was pressed to the extreme, trembling constantly, seems to be broken by the pressure at any time, or the final strength will be completely erupted in a desperate situation!

If other residents in Konya town saw the mother and daughter, they would surely understand what happened to them.

Seven years ago, when we first moved to town, this was an enviable family of three. Mr. Evans is an extremely outstanding blacksmith, and he is also good at hunting, which is comparable to those of the most powerful hunters; Mrs. Evans is said to have been a young lady of a poor aristocratic family, gentle and gentle. Pretty, good grammar, a teacher of literacy and etiquette, the upstarts from Violet City were happy to send their kids to her; Miss Evans was even more lovely, when they had just moved in When it was in the remote Konya town, it caused quite a stir.

People who envied them at that time never thought that within a few years, Mr. Evans died in an accident while hunting, and Mrs. Evans also stopped taking the job in order to prevent the bad harassment of the employer. Teacher, I can only stay in Konya town and do those tedious and tedious work. In just a few years, I no longer live up to my former youth and beauty, and quickly grow old and silent.

And Miss Evans is even more frail and sick. She has to stay at home for many years to take medicine to recuperate, which makes Mrs. Evans have to provoke the burden even more desperately.

If in the past few years, successive misfortunes have befallen this family, they may think that they are unfortunate enough, but unfortunately, the cruel fate does not seem to be I plan to let them go and tell them with the facts that the greater misfortune is yet to come.

Now, the fatal blow from fate seems to have finally come, to completely destroy the family.

——A sudden plague spread rapidly in the small town of Konya. When one after another, acquaintances died one after another, those who were still alive could not wait to escape from here, but they could not leave. . The army sent by Violet City has blocked the entire town, announcing the fate of everyone.

Against the backdrop of the plague, what they get will not be any treatment, but a complete purification.

A hysterical whine sounded in the food, and Mrs. Evans kept calling out her daughter's nickname. She lost her composure: "Shady... Shady..."

She sat on the ground almost without strength, with tears all over her face: "If this is the Dragon God's curse, please punish me! My Shady, she shouldn't suffer like this? punish……"

"Great Dragon God, I beg your forgiveness!"

Mrs. Evans pulled out the necklace hanging on her clothes. At the bottom of the necklace was the religious emblem that belonged to the temple. The devout followers of the temple often wore it for prayers. Of course, not just praying, but also repenting to the Dragon God.

She held the religious emblem tightly, bowed her head, and showed a gesture of extreme piety, as she did every time she confessed: "If the sin king's bloodline offends you, please inflict all punishment on Me, forgive her?"

The **** the bed struggled to open her eyes and looked at the behavior of her mother who was almost ill and went to the hospital. She wanted to say something, but she only made a few gasping sounds from her throat.

The light in her eyes was fading little by little.

"Shady..." Mrs. Evans seemed to be aware of it, and hurried to see her daughter, she almost rushed over, clutching her dying daughter's hand tightly, her voice choked, "No, no , you can't... can't? Can?!"

At this moment, the huge despair overwhelmed her, sending this strong woman into madness.

"My? Shady... No, you can't die!"

Madam Evans, who was completely insane, pulled the holy emblem down, the tip of the holy emblem pierced her heart, and blood flowed out, dyeing the holy emblem blood red. The original one was stained with blood.

She recited a bizarre and wicked prayer, not in the current Common language, but in the almost forgotten Old Elan, a blasphemy against the Dragon God.

- This is a behavior that the Temple will never allow, and it is outright heresy. The True God Cult is very keen to do this, and it is said that it can please the evil gods they believe in.

The woman's hoarse voice screamed.

"God, save her? Go! No matter who it is, even the evil god... I am willing to sell my soul, I am willing to give my everything... save her? Let's go!!!"

"Indole, indole, indole!"

Suddenly, a rhythmic percussion sounded outside the window.

This sound is actually not loud, and the percussion frequency is very slow. It should be completely covered by the violent wind and rain, but it is not. Instead, it was very clearly reflected in Mrs. Evans' ears.

In the current situation, it seems a little strange.

Mrs. Evans suddenly had a very strong premonition in her heart, and she turned her head sharply to look.

I saw the foggy rain outside the window, and a pitch-black crow was standing there quietly. Seeing Mrs. Evans looking over, it unhurriedly combed its feathers before tilting its head slightly.

"Dodol!"

It knocked twice more unhurriedly.

The rich dark night was interwoven into a bottomless pitch black behind this mysterious black crow, and it didn't look embarrassed in the violent storm.

At this moment, Mrs. Evans even had a feeling, as if she saw a guest who came from a long way on a rainy night. He was outside slowly, knocking on the door politely, and tidying up by the way. your own brim.

This kind of association made her sober from her madness and despair, and suddenly there was an inexplicable expectation in her heart.

——She, who is not an ordinary person, knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know, such as some extraordinary creatures with special spirituality, as well as the strong who raise such creatures.

She rushed forward, trembling, and opened the window.

That black crow spread its wings and saluted, and then flew in unhurriedly.

Its dark eyes reflected the young **** the bed describing the dry draft, and it also reflected the nervous woman in front of her.

"How strong? Faith and desire!"

The crow opened his mouth like a chanting, staring at her with glass bead-like eyes: "As my lord's envoy, I came in response to your prayer. How far can you go for this belief?"

As for the **** the hospital bed...

"Before that, she? For the time being, she won't die."

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During the storm, the door of the stone house was opened, and the woman's figure was firm and decisive, and quickly rushed into the storm.

"My lord is a person who is always looking for changes? Uncertain principles, someone who has insight into the loopholes in fate and tampered with them? He likes all new changes..."

The angel's voice was still in her ears, and Mrs. Evans memorized almost every word the other party said.

"If the world is a stage, and everyone's destiny is woven with a script, the world will only favor the selected protagonists and let them stage legends on the stage, they are the lucky ones. By……"

"Then my lord is the audience outside the stage."

"He prefers to see changes that go beyond the script. The current you, the current Konya town, are just cannon fodder characters who are about to withdraw from the stage, and seize the opportunity given by my lord, Be the first to break the character's limitations, let the originally humble character continue to gain highlights and gain more drama points, you will gain the favor and favor of my lord, and become a more important supporting role and even the protagonist. This is the reward my Lord can bestow."

——The words translated by some gods have already explained the power of this god.

Not in the real sense? Elemental power such as thunder and flame. Rather, it is closer to insight and tampering with fate.

And only those who constantly break through restrictions and try to make choices and changes will gain His favor and favor.

——This is also the "magic technique" that Yuan Buwei invented after exploring for a long time, combined with his own understanding of luck.

It can't give people a real power boost, but it can constantly steal the power of destiny and tamper with it. Let an ordinary person be favored in the constant transformation, and finally become a character like the son of luck.

When the crow, which was originally not a spiritual consciousness, circled around the town and noticed the strongest belief and desire from the stone house, he gave him a chance. That is, a touch of luck is blessed.

That night, Mrs. Evans, who has always been regarded as a poor noble lady by the town residents, completely overturned everyone's perception of her past image.

Yuan Buwei didn't care about her? How did she do it?

The final? The result was soon in front of his eyes—

In the middle of the night, the rainstorm had just stopped, and the troops responsible for blocking the town had relaxed their vigilance. Unprecedentedly twisted into a force, the impact of the army's defense line.

It seems that there is a rather smart person behind the command, even if this is a group of ordinary people, but it is extremely delicate to find the weakest line of defense, and choose the most appropriate time, very out of the box. ? Unexpected.

Although it was startled at first, the army in charge of the blockade did not panic at all. This is the most elite army from Violet City, and it is also equipped with extraordinary weapons. How is it possible that even a group of ordinary people can't stop it?

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

The commander in charge of the defense line let out a roar, and countless bows and arrows were spread out, all aimed at the people who rushed out. A small number of bows and arrows are still glowing? Extraordinary aura.

Seeing that the group of people rushed out desperately and stepped out of the line of defense they had set, the commander mercilessly gave the order to solve it on the spot.

In an instant, the inexplicable arrows covered it.

...

That night's riot quickly spread throughout Violet City and became a hot topic of conversation.

A group of unarmed ordinary people actually rushed out of the army's blockade, even if it was the weakest blockade.

And the arrows they shot, never left a single corpse in place, as if blessed by a god.

Three days later, this group of people, who were defined as mob, showed up in Violet City and took the initiative to submit a complaint application to the consul, claiming that there was no plague at all in Konya Town, just ordinary typhoid fever.

Lively? They seem to be a proof.

Shocked, the consul soon dispatched a physician, and finally came to a diagnosis that the plague was indeed a misdiagnosis. Such a result is, of course, what the consul is happy to see.

As a result, the proof of the town of Konya was able to return to the town, and all the previous blockades have been lifted.

This inexplicable farce quickly became a hot topic in Violet City, and countless people were talking about the townspeople's feat of escaping death, and they were also amazed at their amazing good luck.

——If they didn't break out of the blockade in time, in a few days, everything would be too late. What awaited them was the thorough purification and cleansing of the Temple Judge. Until then, no one will care if they are really infected by the plague. In this way, wouldn't it be great to be able to take a risk before being purged and finally clarify the truth? Lucky?

Perhaps this is the blessing of the Dragon God, who only punishes the guilty and spares the innocent? Some temple believers thought so?

And only the parties can understand that everything they have obtained is indeed favored by a god, but that **** is not a dragon god.

——He does not help those in need and pity all weak beings, but only favors those who dare to take the initiative to make changes for their inner beliefs and desires.

——The moment they made the choice, they were already bathed in the gaze of this **** and received his blessing.

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