Chapter 832 Incomprehensible Thoughts

silence.

Dead silence.

The one hundred-story Windfall Demon Tower fell into absolute silence.

All the bosses looked directly at the priest.

Lan said nothing.

In this strange silence, Chen Ming resisted the urge to cover his face...

How can you play straight on something as big as this, bro? !

At least let’s take a detour!

Do you understand the art of speaking?

Chen Ming quietly held the smoke bomb.

He is ready.

If the priest said this and angered the Holy Wind Priest, the cooperation would collapse, and make him turn his face and disown him...

Then Chen Ming would not hesitate to explode the smoke bomb and try to get the reward of one hundred levels.

Anyway, he didn't believe that if the Holy Wind Priest issued an order to expel him, the priest would come to help him... He would probably just hide and ignore it.

Tension spread among the three of them.

Even the fanatical guy, the priest, sensed something was wrong.

Most of the excitement and piety on his face dissipated, just when Chen Ming thought he finally felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere and wanted to be more tactful...

Father, his eyebrows were raised.

The priest, who had always been kind to others, showed an angry expression for the first time.

He waved his hand violently, and his broad sleeves moved accordingly, almost slapping the Holy Wind Priest in the face.

As if venting the priest's anger.

He shouted angrily, "You are disloyal to our King, our Lord...!"

"How dare you hesitate!"

"You can no longer hear the call of the Lord."

"You have turned your back on the Lord."

"You will be punished by the Lord! Burnt to ashes by heavenly fire!"

"Trapped in the ocean of the Lord's wrath for millions of years, tens of millions of years, with no escape!!!"

Chen Ming's face turned pale with fright.

You are such a good negotiator!

Whose rebel group pulled people in this way? !

Returning the wrath of the Lord...

Your master doesn’t even have an urn, are you angry?

Chen Ming's muscles all over his body were tense.

Xiaolong had already sensed his inner thoughts and was quietly approaching Chen Ming.

If he is not careful, Xiaolong will immediately rush to Chen Ming to protect him and give him time to crush the smoke bomb.

But the other party did not explode as Chen Ming expected.

instead.

The Holy Wind Priest lowered his head in rebuke.

As if feeling deeply guilty.

It was as if he didn't dare to look up at the priest.

"The Lord...is...dead."

Her voice was erratic, as if she couldn't believe it.

At the end of the sentence, she raised her head slightly, and her smart eyes fell on the priest.

He seemed to be explaining to the priest why he was so hesitant.

But it was as if he was confirming this information with the priest.

"Blasphemy!"

"You are blaspheming my Lord!"

The priest's anger doubled.

His voice raised a few notches again, and those who were so close to him felt their ears hurt from the shock.

“The Lord is only bearing our sins for us sinners!”

"The Lord is giving us a chance for redemption!"

“This is the Lord’s revelation to us, a test for us, and it leads us to the mountains of swords and seas of fire we must pass through for salvation!”

"Only ungodly people like you will be shaken and unable to feel the Lord's mercy and grace."

"He is always preaching in my ears..."

"For countless years, He has never given up looking at me, a small and humble person!"

The Holy Wind Priest's pupils trembled.

It was as if these words struck a chord in my heart.

She looked at the priest blankly, tears flashing in her eyes.

Something's wrong...

Chen Ming frowned slightly.

It's not that the situation has gotten worse again... The expression on the Holy Wind Priest's face was such that even a fool could tell that she was agitated by the talk.

He just suddenly realized that the brain circuits of the two people in front of him could not be inferred using conventional thinking.

The negotiations he was thinking about, in the eyes of these two people... were completely unnecessary exchanges.

"I really can't understand the thinking of these fanatical believers..."

After having this thought helplessly, Chen Ming also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems.

The worst case scenario doesn't happen.

The priest has basically convinced the Holy Wind Priest, and then he will wait and see what happens, wait for their negotiation and communication to be completed, and then get the task reward.

By the way, now that the Holy Wind Priest has been roped in, wouldn't he be able to do some PY transactions with her in this Fallen Wind Demon Tower that she can control?

What treasure might be found inside the Windfall Demon Tower?

Or give the green light to the players of your Jiuchongtian Guild, allowing them to reach the 100th level unimpeded, and let the players of the guild directly cut off the levels of others?

While thinking about it, Chen Ming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

But at this moment.

A pair of warm and strong hands suddenly pressed on his chest and back.

Chen Ming suddenly felt excited and woke up from his fantasy. He was shocked to see the priest caressing him with a pious look on his face.

As Chen Ming's goosebumps rose.

The priest's warm and generous hand slowly stroked down his chest until it reached his abdomen.

“The Lord has never given up on us, from the beginning to the end.”

"listen……"

"The sound of blood flowing, the vigorous heartbeat..."

I'm not a gay man! ! !

Chen Ming subconsciously wanted to open the priest's hands.

But before he could do anything, the priest loosened his hands slightly and looked at the Holy Wind Priest tenderly, "Do you want to try it too?"

"Listen carefully."

"With a pious heart."

"You can also feel the presence of the Lord."

As he spoke, the priest stepped back.

He completely let go of Chen Ming.

The Holy Wind Priest had already slowly walked towards Chen Ming, then slowly knelt down towards Chen Ming, gently hugged Chen Ming's waist with both hands, and leaned his head against his abdomen.

She was so gentle that it seemed as if Chen Ming was a fragile work of art.

Her eyes were already closed.

But a pair of slender and curled eyelashes were shaking uncontrollably.

Tears could not be stopped by closed eyelids.

They flowed from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her extremely smooth face.

"I feel it..."

"I feel it..."

"I seem to be back in the arms of the Lord..."

Lan, who knelt down and leaned against Chen Ming, was already in tears, but with a smile on her lips, as if she had returned to the cradle of a baby, with the simplest but most rustic happiness and satisfaction.

"Lord, won't you respond to her?" The priest looked at Chen Ming with a warm face.

Chen Ming was embarrassed.

Respond?

How to respond?

He raised his hands slightly.

I didn't know what to do.

Let's put it down, I don't know where to put it.

Raising it, I was at a loss.

He wanted to try to touch Lan's head, but when he thought that this was the little girl Su Su's favorite action, he withdrew his hand and froze in mid-air.

The priest once again signaled Chen Ming to respond with his eyes.

And Lan on his waist also raised his head slightly, looking at him with eager eyes.

At this moment, Chen Ming was confused.

He would rather face the boss, the Fallen Wind Priest, than encounter such a scene!

But now that things have come to this, he can't just keep silent.

So he had an idea.

He imitated the priest and showed the same gentle smile as much as possible.

"You are in charge of the Fallen Wind Demon Tower..."

"Do you have any treasures to give to me?"

The priest was stunned.

Lan was also stunned.

Obviously, these two devout fanatics also had the same feelings as Chen Ming before...

Their brain circuits didn't match, and they couldn't understand each other's actions at all!