Chapter 675: Republic of China Marshal (39)

He walked to the window.
People who are sick and dead can be seen everywhere outside the hotel.
Each small plane has its own number of life and death, and is the main god. He does not care about this.
Originally, I didn't care which person.
The phoenix tilted slightly, looking at the long white fingers, and the fingertips leaped a faint flame, reflecting the narrow and beautiful scorpion, and the emotions were not shocked.
The invisible divine power began to fluctuate, the small plane began to accept washing, and the divine power that could not be seen in a circle spread out, and all the filth was gradually washed away.
The body shape of the Lord God is also gradually showing its original appearance in the continuous divine power.
A slender young man with long eyelashes like a butterfly wing, a beautiful white cheek, a small dimple in the lips, a petal, and a thin, blushing lip.
He lifted it slightly, revealing a pair of light-colored cockroaches, and the emotions of the gods covered under the eyelashes.
As if nothing would look into my eyes.
God's emotions, everything is empty.
The germs began to collapse, and on the street outside the window, the erythema began to fade.
- The power of the Lord God.
This is the first time he has intervened in the small plane. Just thinking, I will return to space earlier.
The teenager quietly looked at the street below, slightly sagged, and the flame slowly extinguished at the beautiful fingertips.
the next day.
The people in the hotel wake up from the slumber, the guards face each other, but they can't remember, why did they come to this hotel.
Two people disappeared from the team and no one questioned. No one is aware.
The sun rose from the side of the street, and someone woke up awkwardly, looking at the erythema with a dull look, showing a new skin color.
The patients were unbelievable, and after repeated inspections and confirmations, they finally looked up at the sky.
... the gift of the gods.
On this day, countless people will return to life, ecstatically running, and thanking the gods for their grace. Many of the later people recalled that day, with the spirit of respect and awe.
The Yun family still guards the capital and is free from the war. The original identity of the main identity was forgotten, and the military power was automatically grafted into the hands of the master of the Yun family.
Only, occasionally someone will feel wrong.
Only vaguely remember that the Yunjia ability is excellent, no one is an opponent, it is the patron saint of the capital.
Now that the military power is still in the hands of the Yun family, it only feels mediocre and can only compete with the coalition forces.
But in any case, with the guardian of the Yun family, the people of Beijing can only be in the troubled times, more than a few days of peace, do not have to accept the war and baptism.
This is a rare peace.
......
A few months later.
Tao Lin shrinks in the corner and looks at the people in the past.
The plague has passed and she has not contracted the disease. However, after Lin Qing was ill, she did not say anything and drove her out of the house.
She screamed and repented, saying how much she loved him, but only got a cold look from the other side.
"Miss Tao's love, Lin is not blessed."
When he was seriously ill, every day was a mean look, never cared for him, sometimes irritated, and even verbally abused him.
This kind of love, he really is no blessing.
He was confused by Tao Linqing for himself.
Tao Linqing was completely driven away.
She returned to the Tao family, but the Tao father disliked her being driven away by her husband, who lost the Tao family and did not want her to come back.
The mother is timid and weak, only dare to secretly give her some money, let her go as far as possible.
Tao Lin clears her teeth and leaves the Tao family. Her eyes are full of grievances and her heart is raging.