Lord of the Dead Sea

In the middle of the night, Liu Yufeng returned to his small island, and he was only slightly relieved until now. As soon as the tension in his heart was relaxed, fatigue began to spread throughout his body.

Slowly raising his head, Liu Yufeng saw Natasha who had been waiting for him by the campfire, and this woman who had been waiting for his return was also looking at him.

"Take a shower."

Natasha pulled Liu Yufeng to the side of her new bathtub, and began to add boiled water to the half bucket of cold water.

After stirring with her own arm for a while, and feeling that the water temperature was more suitable, Natasha began to undress Liu Yufeng and unbuttoned the little man's black cloak. Natasha found that the little man's white shirt was soaked with sweat of.

After taking off her shirt, Natasha began to help Liu Yufeng take off her pants. During the whole process, neither of them showed any shyness until the last piece of underwear was also taken off by Natasha, and Liu Yufeng stepped on the wooden stool and stepped into the bathtub.

At the moment when his whole body was wrapped in hot water, Liu Yufeng felt extremely relaxed, his whole body seemed to be rippling in the warm ocean, his physical and mental exhaustion was fully relieved, and his pressure was also released to a certain extent.

Outside the bathtub, Natasha began to wipe Liu Yufeng's body with a towel. The rim of the bucket was relatively high, which was not very convenient, so Natasha took off all her clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The tub is so big that even two people don't feel crowded in it.

Natasha wiped Liu Yufeng's body very carefully, from top to bottom, every thread, every inch was very careful and delicate.

After wiping it all, she sat under the bathtub, let the little man sit on her lap, leaning against her body, the water level was just down to their necks, then she raised her hands and began to gently rub the little man. The man's temples were kneaded along his shoulders and neck, and he was pressed for more than 20 minutes.

Until Liu Yufeng held her hand,

"Go to sleep, I'm tired."

Natasha wiped the little man and herself clean. She wanted to change the little man into fresh clothes, but Liu Yufeng put on her own white shirt and re-tied the black cloak. Even the white gloves were worn again. Wear it on your hand.

He only changed into a pair of trousers.

After getting along for a long time, Natasha knew to some extent that this set of clothes was very unusual, and it didn't need to be cleaned at ordinary times, because it was always clean, and even if it got dirty suddenly, it would recover quietly.

And most importantly, this black cloak, white shirt, and white gloves seemed to be some kind of fighting method of Liu Yufeng.

And he had to wear them to sleep, which showed that Liu Yufeng's heart was not as relaxed as it appeared on the surface.

Maybe it was really tired, Liu Yufeng fell asleep soon after returning to the room, and Natasha on the other side of Little Terra also closed her eyes.

.....

Dead Sea World, Temple of Order.

Although this is not a real heaven, it is just a temple on a vast continent, but it is also bathed in the brilliance of the gods, emitting a holy white light day and night.

It is like a bright light in the dark, especially conspicuous when night comes.

At this time, an important meeting was being held in the Temple of Order. The participants included priests from various temples and nobles with prominent backgrounds.

They are people with real power in the Dead Sea world. Although their official positions are not prominent, their power is really not small. They belong to the typical group of people with small officials and great power.

because,

They are the makers of the Dead Sea World game.

At this moment in the temple, sitting at the head is the priest of the Temple of Order, a man who looks upright.

Sitting next to him is a man wearing glasses. He is an aristocrat and the maker of the player's game. He likes to call himself: Director.

Others are priests from various temples, as well as other nobles.

The meeting at this time has been discussed for a while, and the content has been centered on the two topics of "faith" and "death". This has been discussed intensely for a long time, and the man who likes to call himself a director is exactly this topic The man at the center of the vortex, so after listening to the "criticism" of many priests to him, the director spoke.

"That's not what you said when people were needed to do this dirty work, what did you say?"

The director got up and put his left hand next to his cheeks, like a small trumpet standing up, imitating the dull expressions of the priests at that time, pouted and said:

"We don't care so much, as long as you can minimize the survival rate of the new gods, you can do whatever you want."

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The director knocked on the table, and scanned all the people in front of the conference table with intriguing eyes,

"According to your requirements, I not only completed the task, but also made the survival rate of the newly recruited gods less than 2%. At the same time, the spiritual world of the nobles has been fully enriched, right? I saw you use You are earning a lot of money from the live broadcast of the game! When the power of faith becomes the Dead Sea coin, your wealth has surpassed that of the former archbishop!"

The man named Ridner took a sip of the fragrant coffee in front of the table in a gentle manner, then glanced at the director lightly and said:

"Darnell, let's get down to business. There's no need to keep mentioning how much money I made. After all, I'm just passing by. Everyone here knows better than me where the money went."

"Praise the moon, Darnell, you have to understand that we are not completely negating you, as I have already said very clearly, several great beings in the Kingdom of God jointly put pressure on us to stop killing the newcomers, The reason is that most of the gods are sleeping in the God Realm, and they want to restart the way of the gods, let the new gods spread the faith for the gods, and guide the return of the gods."

"Hahaha! This is the biggest joke my director has ever heard!" Darnell leaned forward and back while covering his belly and laughing. When he laughed silently, he suddenly looked serious, and slowly raised his head and squinted his eyes and asked the priests present. :

"Aren't these bosses in the Kingdom of God joking? The God of Destiny has given a revelation. In the past 20 years, among the gods and people who have entered the world of the Dead Sea, there are existences that could threaten the order of the kingdom of heaven in the future. They even let these gods and people go Spread the faith? Hahahahaha! I have already thought up slogans for the creatures of the heavens, come, praise our great evil god!"

Darnell put his hands on his chest with a solemn expression, and said sincerely.

"You don't need to sneer, and put away your clumsy performance. This is a temple. Although the gods are sleeping, it is not a place where you can be presumptuous." The priest of death said to Darnell with a cold expression. He hated this person very much. , and the games he designed.

"Okay, my lord, the Clarence family will reduce their support for the Temple of Death. I don't think my lord has understood the importance of Dead Sea Coins in an era when faith is weak." Darnell said tit-for-tat. The big family, he really has the confidence to challenge the Death Temple. After all, the gods have eaten meat, and these big families have not only eaten soup.

The era when the gods sat upright in the heavens was okay, and all the families were clenching their tails to be grandchildren, but after the second war of gods, the times have changed, haven't they?

Seeing the extremely displeased expression of the death priest, director Darnell showed regret, shook his head slightly, and said to the priests present:

"I laugh at the poor fantasies of some of you. How long has it been since Allah disappeared? Have you ever counted it?

several years?Hundreds of years?For thousands of years?Or has it been so long that we don't even know it?

Here,

It's heaven, yes,

This is God's paradise, the back garden of the great Allah.

But since the disappearance of Allah, year after year has passed, and the back garden is in chaos. Gradually, the servant sits on the master's table and becomes the master.

The gardener became a servant of God.

Even the cats and dogs in the garden came to the dinner table. "

Garnell reached out and tapped the white crystal conference table of the Temple of Order.

That's right,

With the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he called everyone including himself cats and dogs, but the conference table was surprisingly quiet. Although everyone’s faces were not good-looking, none of the priests and nobles present refuted his words, because What he said was the truth.

"Then, I'm curious, why some of us still can't figure it out, do you think this world is still a god's paradise? Hahahahaha!"

Darnell laughed wildly, and his laughter kept echoing in the temple. Finally, he pressed his hands on the conference table in the temple, and rubbed his two index fingers against the conference table made of a whole piece of white crystal, revealing his face With an unbelievable expression, he continued:

"Don't you understand? This place has become a paradise for people, a place for carnival of crimes. When some gods and people decide to be superior, classes appear."

"When the inflated human heart lacks restraint, it is like a wild horse that has run wild. Gradually, all the evil in the world returns here, because the wicked will no longer be judged, and the good will no longer be rewarded."

"Can you remember how long ago it was the first homicide in Paradise?"

"What about slaves in captivity? Take and play as you please every day, stage all kinds of absurd farce, kill them when you get tired of playing, and replace them with another batch."

"Is this place happy? Do you dare to say that this place is not happy? Do you dare to say that those of us who are above us are not happy?"

"Dark Priest, I heard that you just married No.60's three wives and killed the first wife for fun, isn't that true?"

The man opposite Garnell waved his hand in affirmation. He was not embarrassed. In this day and age, this is not new news, is it?

"Great priest of order, you don't seem to preside over the proper order, although we all agree that you are right to do so."

The Priest of Order sitting at the top didn't speak, not even an expression, he still looked upright.

"So you see, everyone's opinions are very unified, right? Everyone enjoys this kind of paradise, right? If we have to use the old way to judge everything now, then we should all go to hell!"

"Those polluted guys under the sea should go to heaven, shouldn't they?"

Sighing, Darnell returned to his seat. He straightened his collar to make the suit look more energetic. After all, it was a new custom-made suit for him, which could better show his temperament.

Sitting firmly, Ganel spread his hands in embarrassment and said:

"Okay, my words took up too much of everyone's precious time, because I think the death priest's mind needs to be cleared up, so let's continue to discuss our original topic, the big people above are not satisfied with the game I directed ? Is it because the ratings of the nobles are not high enough? The sense of participation is not strong enough? The Dead Sea coins are paid less? Or the death rate is not up to standard?"