Chapter 683: Contrast

It still takes a lot of time.

Qiao Xiu sat in front of a magnificent city gate, watching the giant statues on both sides of the city gate and the soldiers patrolling around the city gate.
"If the Holy Spirit is a battlefield, you are now trying to create a world."
The white bird stood on the shoulders of Joe Xiu and stared at the human soldiers in the distance.
"Massive multiplayer online games are also a virtual world, and even with your help, it takes a lot of world to get it done by one person, especially on the map."
Qiao Xiu glanced at the lion's coat of arms on the soldiers' shields. The arm swayed in the air. The wall in front of Qiao Xiu's eyes fell into disintegration and became a piece of debris. It turned into a small ball and fell into the hands of Qiao Xiu. .
"Save it, I will have time to continue later."
The ball in the hands of Qiao Xiu became the size of the index finger and was swallowed directly by the white bird.
"Is it almost time to wake up?" Qiao Xiu patted the dust that did not exist behind him and stood up from the ground.
Before leaving, Joe repaired the white bird standing on his shoulder and jumped onto his arm.
"The tree of the world, is the product in the space of consciousness likely to interfere with reality?" Qiao Xiu suddenly asked.
"It's possible, don't underestimate the power of all the beliefs of living beings."
The white cat who had been sitting on Joe's head jumped directly to the shoulder of Qiao Xiu. At the moment of its fall, the environment around Qiao Xiu became the battlefield of the Holy Spirit again.
"In our memory, the illusion of the space of consciousness has appeared in the real world in the past," White Bird said.
"It sounds irritating... but if this happens, I still have trouble telling me the first time."
Qiao Xiu glanced at his hands and gradually became translucent, indicating that the real world is gradually waking up.
When Qiao Xiu opened his eyes again, there was a darkness in front of him, but a good smell kept spinning in the sense of Qiao Xiu's sense of smell.
This is the body fragrance of Shiri, and Qiao Xiu recognized it in the first time. Qiao Xiu took a step back and found that he did not know when he buried his head in the chest of Heli.
No wonder the nose hurts...
"Use this!"
Shirley's silver-gray pupil was staring at Qiao Xiu, and Joe, who was just awakened, kept licking his nose.
"My chest is not a sharpening stone, or... it's still a bit soft."
Hilary said that it was red-faced. At the beginning, Qiao Xiu fell asleep directly in bed. During his sleep, Qiao Xiu hugged her subconsciously.
Maybe when Qiao Xiu was sleeping with Hili, Hilary tried several times to try to use his wrestling skills to set up Joe to repair the enemy. Qiao Xiu took the initiative to hug Hili’s waist.
This made Hili feel at first incomprehensible, and then gradually adapted.
"Well... the equivalent of a gravel-filled mud wall? But I like it a lot."
At this moment, Qiao Xiu once again showed his bad metaphor ability. After hearing Heli, the whole person got into the sheet and stopped paying attention to Qiao Xiu.
Both Hiri and Fuya have the habit of wrapping quilts, but Hili will be wrapped in quilts and run around the room. Fuya’s words are fixed on the bed and are not moving.
When Joe corrected his mind about how to comfort Shiri, Qiao Xiu’s door was suddenly ringed.
"Your sister has been waiting at the door for a long time." At this time, Hili came out from the quilt and said, "I feel that if she waits for a while, she may pull the sword and cut the door."
"It's not possible, it's a certain time... It's time to work." Qiao Xiu said.
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Claire has been crouching in the Devil for so long, she is the first time to get a chance to enter the castle of Wangcheng.
The most important center of the devil world, Claire has been looking for opportunities to explore it. I didn't expect the of the Light today to care for her... accurately, she ignored her younger brother.
‘How long do you have to play this game? ’
Claire is already sleeping in this body for nearly three hours.
She was forced by the pressure of the second king of the Mozu, and she promised her invitation to the Holy Spirit professional team.
This invitation allowed her to successfully enter the hinterland of Wangcheng. Claire couldn't wait to find some reason to explore around.
The progress of the matter was as expected by Claire. The two kings took them to a hall and left.
Originally this was an excellent opportunity to explore the castle, but her younger brother found a blood family he was familiar with and proposed ‘How about playing a team to play the Holy Spirit? ''.
This requirement is like throwing a bottle of women's blood into the middle of this group of blood, and let them fall into another state of excitement.
The blood group put together the long tables in the hall, and began to play the Holy Spirit as if they were holding a round table.
‘Sister, it’s ten minutes left in this game. Monet said to her sister in consciousness.
‘This is already the fourth game you played! ’
Claire shared the vision with Monet, and she controlled the body of the Chaos Demon in a moment and looked up and sat across from her face.
The blood of one of the four Dukes of the Devil.
‘It’s a tricky one! Why is he sitting here? ’
‘Sister... It’s not long before the males have just touched the Holy Spirit. You have to be tolerant of the newcomers. Monet said in a weak voice.
‘Who talks to you about how good he is to play the Holy Spirit! I mean, how can the Duke of the Devils be interested in this kind of game, or just play it for four hours! ’
During this time, Claire’s impression of the grandfather was somewhat distorted. In the eyes of the Holy Seek, each of the four Dukes of the Devils had thousands of skeletons underneath, and they could kill humans without mercy. Danger exists.
But the fairness opposite Claire is gradually becoming a middle-aged uncle who has a successful career, a happy family, and a good life at home. The most important thing is that he is weak in playing games. When I arrived, I had to listen to her weak brother.
If the officers of the sect of the Holy See know this... The soldier named Monet, let a Duke of the Devils listen to them, will they feel horrified or gratified?
‘After finishing this game, leave the long table, Monet don’t forget our duties! ’
‘Ming...I understand my sister, wait a minute, I will be able to take four kills! ’
Claire listened to the shouts of her brother and reaffirmed the decision to let him go to the battlefield.
If it wasn't for the man sitting opposite them, Claire could risk his own spirit to explore.
Those weak blood races could not detect her existence, but the grandfather was not sure.
When Clary’s thoughts were a bit confusing, she heard the door of the hall being pushed away.