Chapter 832 Incomprehensible Thoughts

silence.

Dead silence.

The 100-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 him.

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 Lord's wrath...

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.

When she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly, and a pair of smart eyes fell on the priest vaguely.

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 mission reward and that's it.

By the way, since 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 treasures 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 floor unimpeded, so that the levels of the guild players can directly cut off other players?

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, not 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 hand.

But before he could take action, the priest loosened his hands slightly and looked at the Holy Wind Priest tenderly, "You want to try too?"

"Listen attentively."

"With a sincere heart."

“You can feel the presence of the Lord, too.”

As he spoke, the priest stepped back.

Release Chen Ming completely.

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

She was as gentle as if Chen Ming was a fragile work of art.

Her eyes were closed.

But a pair of long and curled eyelashes could not stop shaking.

Tears cannot be stopped by closing the eyelids.

They poured out from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her smooth face.

"I can feel it……"

"Feel……"

"I feel like I'm back in the arms of the Lord..."

Lan, who knelt down and leaned next to Chen Ming, although her face was full of tears, there was a smile on her lips, as if she was a baby in her infancy, with the simplest yet most simple happiness and satisfaction.

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

Chen Ming was embarrassed.

response?

How to respond?

He raised his hands slightly.

Actually some don't know what to do.

Put it down, I don’t know where to put it.

I felt a little helpless while carrying it.

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

The priest once again looked at Chen Ming to give him a response.

Lan on his waist also raised his head slightly, looking at himself with longing eyes.

At this moment, Chen Ming was stunned.

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

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

Then he had an idea.

Imitating the priest, he tried his best to show the same gentle smile.

"You are in charge of the Windfall Demon Tower..."

"Is there any treasure you can 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...