Chapter 886

"I know why you are so old."

... after the silver net was thrown out in an uproar, it suddenly flashed and disappeared into the night, and there was no sound like its owner. Just now, the moment when spaan's face was brightened was so dazzling that even if it was dark again, the startling glance seemed to remain in sight.

Silver paint splashed on his clothes, vaguely tracing half of his outline; He looked like the son of God coming out of the dark night, and his eyes were stained with the color of the forest.

No matter how many times I have seen it, the impact of spaan's appearance is still so amazing.

Until the puppet master opened his mouth coldly, Lin Sanjiu didn't excite his spirit and return to God.

"You have to have a relationship with everyone you see, so you can't die if you don't fight again next time."

He seemed to see at once that they were acquainted.

Lin Sanjiu sniffed. I don't know why no one in the church made a sound. It seemed that they were all watching how she planned to answer. She had to turn a deaf ear and softly shouted to Bohemia, "Hey, it's okay, call out your fish and shine."

There was no response in the dark.

"Bohemia?"

Still no response.

Is it true——

"I didn't hurt her," spaan's low and sweet voice immediately sounded in the dark, as if she had a flash of thought: "because I saw you."

The puppet master suddenly snorted coldly in disgust.

Lin Sanjiu smiled awkwardly and walked towards Bohemia in small steps; Behind him, spaan said "I'll come", and then a half man high headlamp column quickly lit up from the darkness and slowly floated into the air.

The soft light immediately spread all over most of the dilapidated church. Bohemia was standing rigidly in the corner, motionless, and every inch of his skin was red, as if he had suddenly turned into a roasted stone carving. Lin Sanjiu patted her gently. She suddenly jumped up and woke up from a dream: "what are you doing?"

"I still want to ask you," Lin Sanjiu asked suspiciously, "what are you staring at?"

"Nothing," Bohemia dared not look at spaan, stared in the other direction without blinking, and twisted his neck very unnaturally, "I, I... Who is that person?"

"Sparan, I told you."

With a faint breath of figs coming from behind, Bohemia subconsciously turned his head, then half opened his mouth, flushed, and suddenly froze - and crashed again.

"Did you tell her about me?" Spaan approached and asked in a low voice. His voice was slightly hoarse, like a intimate sigh that gently brushed his ears.

Look at Bohemia. Even if she smokes from her ears and eyes because of brain overload the next second, Lin Sanjiu won't be surprised.

"Yes, I may need your help."

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help laughing at the thought of Bohemia calling spaan "little white face" scornfully not long ago. She glanced back at spaan and wanted to ask him what happened to him and his mother king. She hesitated for a moment because of the puppet master on her head - it was at this time that a light suddenly flashed in her mind.

The puppet master is still so calm until now, and he didn't call in so many puppets he left outside, which itself has explained the problem.

A little impatient, she looked up and shouted, "you called him!"

In the darkness that was not illuminated by the light under the church vault, after a few seconds, there was a lukewarm nasal sound of the puppet master.

"Then why did you lead me to attack him?" Lin Sanjiu understood more and more. If she hadn't been misled to prepare for the ambush, spaan would not have shot at her - if the silver net in Bohemia hadn't lit up the two in time just now, I'm afraid that battle would end up unknown.

The Puppeteer sighed somewhat disappointed.

"I can't do it myself, but I have to try." He said coolly, "if he can kill you, people should have hope."

"You want to use me as a gun, I'm afraid it won't work. I've already realized that she's a woman," spaan smiled softly, as if he was fearless to the Puppet Master - his posture was so leisurely, it seemed that he was just chatting with old friends: "so I didn't mean to kill just now."

Didn't he do his best just now?

This idea hovered in Lin Sanjiu's mind for half a second, and was soon diluted by another one. She stretched her pointer and pointed in the air for a few times. Because she was angry in her heart, her tone was not very gentle: "come down, let's talk about it."

If she hadn't dodged quickly, the whip in her hand would have been almost interrupted by a rushing attack. She hurriedly stepped back and confirmed that it was not another disease. Then she rubbed her swollen temples, turned her head and asked, "did you know him long ago?"

Spaan lazily "hum" from his throat, walked to the fire, sat in the chair Lin Sanjiu had just moved out, stretched his body and straightened his two long legs. When he met last time in the arsenal, he seemed to be a little tired. His dark blue uniform was messy and open, his collar was pulled loose, and light and shadow licked the shape of his Adam's apple and collarbone all the way. He seems to be able to attract the light and follow him wherever he goes.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin Sanjiu said as he went to bring Bohemia. Under the double impact of fear and who knows what emotion, the latter's brain seems to be completely unable to turn, and obediently followed her small steps.

Women have seen many reactions of sparan's shyness and love, but she has never seen such a state as if her brain was burned. The blonde man stretched out his hand and gently shook it in front of Bohemia; Bohemia still stubbornly twisted his head and refused to turn around to look at him.

The Puppeteer suddenly said, "this man is OK."

Obviously, what he said could not be Lin San Jiu or spaan. However, Bohemia, who was praised by him, seemed to have been stabbed, and his face quickly turned pale.

Sebaan sighed and breathed a low breath. His green eyes, which seemed to be able to suck his soul in, looked straight into Lin Sanjiu's eyes. He looked at her without blinking. After several seconds, he suddenly laughed hoarsely and softly. His warm breath could almost dye people's skin hot and flushed: "I'm here to assassinate him now."

"Ah, really."

Maybe it was the reason for his bad cold. Lin Sanjiu only looked at him and answered two words in a daze. After a few seconds of silence in the church, she suddenly responded, "what?"

"Assassinate him."

"Wait - why? Didn't he call you?"

Spaan glanced into the air, like a green emerald soaked in the water of Baixi flashing under the night. "It's not so much that he called it, but that we have a little tacit understanding because we have worked together before. He knows I'm going to assassinate him, and I know he knows."

"... you repeat, I have a cold and my brain is not working."

"Don't catch a cold. It's not easy to use."

The puppet master finally couldn't help it, and his voice was as sharp and cold as a skate: "no one knows we know, so the Arsenal sent him - when you sneeze, your brain went out along your nostrils?"

When spaan heard the speech, he suddenly glanced at Lin San Jiu.

"Why?" She asked a little wary.

"Are you familiar?" This is not like a question.

"I said he would kill me if I knew him."

"... do you think I can't move now?" The Puppeteer's voice suddenly became soft and dangerous. However, Lin Sanjiu waited calmly for a while and found that he still didn't come down - his injury may be more serious than she imagined.

"So you are familiar." Spaan gathered his blond hair and let go, and the gilded halo fell disorderly.

Who wants to meet him all the time?

Lin Sanjiu sighed. He really didn't know how to persuade the puppet master down, and shouted, "why on earth don't you want to go to my place to recuperate?"

"Get out."

Before she could speak again, spaan suddenly sat up and showed a rare annoyance: "puppet master, get down to business."

"Two idiots' ears are standing like rabbits. What can I say?"

The blonde man didn't seem to hear it and went straight to the point: "what do you want?"

There was a silence in the church. After a while, the Puppeteer snorted coldly, "visa officer."

“done.”

"Don't rush to agree," the Puppeteer smiled darkly, "I want more."

"Generally speaking, two is enough?" Sebaan frowned slightly.

"It used to be enough, but not now."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed? The transmission law has failed," the Puppeteer paused, as if he had pressed down and breathed heavily. "... the visa system is also chaotic. One or two visa officers can't guarantee anything. Now they are all consumables."

"The transmission law has failed?" Spaan was surprised and glanced at Lin San Jiu. After she explained the rumors of "great flood" and the fact that copies gathered at the medical station, he was stunned for a while and finally sighed gently.

"So it is," he seemed to accept such incredible news very quickly. "This can also explain a series of situations in the recent twelve organizations..."

I don't know what sparan thought. His voice became lower and lower, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. The gloss almost made people dare not look directly. Lin Sanjiu heard him softly say "maybe this is just right", but he didn't know whether to ask when he wanted to ask.

"What do you want?" The Puppeteer asked faintly.

This is obviously a deal. Both sides should first put the conditions out and put the chips on the table.

Spaan didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at Lin San wine. She had never seen this look in the blonde man's eyes - it was as if he had watched the river of time roll away all the bodies, and he was the only one standing on the bank outside time, standing alone in the sand.

Somehow she remembered his sentence "twin souls".

"What I want, you can't give it to me now." Spaan said low, "little wine, where is your medical room?"