"No, not always, just occasionally."
"..."
"You do not believe?"
"Okay, I believe it."
Li Mu decided not to talk to this nervous guy any more.
Anyway, even if it was just for the glass bottle that Luo An accidentally planned, he would have to take a large group of fully armed troops to the Secret Bureau.
Otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.
Meng Fei closed the conversation with satisfaction.
Although Lao Li looks a little unreliable, he is actually an extremely shrewd and cautious old man.
If the creature with Taotie's genes or consciousness were leaked in Rong, he would know the consequences better than anyone else. So he should take care of it.
He had already explained that silent monster as a premonition of the future. Whether he believed it or not, Lao Li should have been prepared.
With that settled, all that's left is to date your girlfriend. His anxious mood finally relaxed a little.
…
Ai Ting in both Meng Fei's lines is the same, forced to accept the teachings of her grandfather Ai Jue for a long time.
Ai Jue lives in the most prosperous neighborhood of Rongdu, but his house is unique.
It was a three-story castle made of black stones. It was the standard residence of small lords in the ancient Kingdom of God era.
This is not because Ai Jue thinks he is just a trumpet lord. But Rongdu has a lot of money for land, and there are not many construction companies that can build him such antique buildings.
The decoration inside the "castle" is extremely crude.
The floors, walls and ceiling are all exposed black stone. The walls and ceiling are bare, with almost nothing but overhead lights and wall sconces.
Unlike his extravagant son, Mr. Ai's idea is that no matter how much money is spent, it must be built into a rough and rough house that can temper people.
The dining table in the main hall is an old, heavy, huge wooden table covered with scratches.
Ai Jue himself sat at the head seat at the end of the dining table. Ai Ting sat in the second seat to his right.
There were only two people sitting on the long dining table that could accommodate at least twenty people. The restaurant was large but empty and dark. The chandelier overhead swayed slightly in the draft, making the atmosphere very depressing.
It must be said that the genes of the Ai family are very strong. The old man is an aged version of Ai Yun, with a burly figure and a square face as thick as mahogany.
The lines on his face give people a thick feeling, and the nasolabial folds are especially deep. There is also a conspicuous, snow-white, thick beard that echoes the thick forehead.
The Ai family's genes only broke down in Ai Ting's generation, and she changed from a big guy to a simple, refreshing, slender and soft style. It really makes people doubt whether they are biological.
There are four people living in the castle: the old lady who cooks, the maid who cleans the room and does laundry, the housekeeper who manages his finances, and the old man himself.
Under his strict requirements, everyone adheres to the strict hierarchy and complicated rules of the Qingmang noble family.
For example, dinner must be at six o'clock. Only the master can eat in the living room, and all the servants eat in the kitchen.
"So, do you understand?"
the old man asked. This is what he says most often.
He said this in every three sentences about this junior whom he met for the first time but whom he valued very much.
"understood."
Ai Ting had to nod.
The old man's narration was too long, and she had forgotten most of it unconsciously. At this time, she suddenly remembered a question that she wanted to ask.
"What is a successor?"
The Judges, Executioners, and Inheritors are the three secret organizations of the Kingdom of God that are spread among superpowers.
Some believe these organizations have long since died out, while others believe they are still around.
Ai Ting knew that among the four great attendants, except Li Mu, who was a rising star who founded the supernatural department, the remaining three each controlled an organization.
The judges controlled by Xuannv no longer have the power to judge, but they were transformed into the Origin Society, which assumed the function of researching and teaching Origin Studies.
The executioners controlled by Antu successfully obtained the president's permission through the negative entropy disappearance case and were reorganized into an execution court.
But the inheritors are relatively more mysterious. On the contrary, she knew very little about the organization that her grandfather once controlled. Since I'm here this time, of course I have to ask by the way.
At this time, the bell in the restaurant rang six times. The old man picked up the chopsticks and he could finally start.
Ai Ting didn't eat, she held her cheek with her hands and watched her grandpa eat. She had already said that she would probably have dinner with her boyfriend in the evening, so she stopped eating.
"Inheriter, you must first know what you are inheriting. What the inheritor inherits is the spirit and meaning that the Qingmang Goddess injected into this country when she first founded it."
"oh."
"What kind of spirit is it, do you understand?"
"don't know."
Ai Ting shook her head, thinking that Lao Li had recently been organizing and studying the spirit of the 18th State and Ministry Meeting of the Central Province. With so much energy every day, how can I understand?
"The goddess of green light controls time and life."
"Wait a minute, isn't the goddess in charge of justice? Isn't she called the goddess of justice?"
"Time and life are the true powers of the Goddess.
"Justice is the concept she insists on. Do you understand?
"The goddess believes that without justice, the living world will be subject to evil and greed, and will eventually shrink and go to destruction. So she insists on justice.
"Understood?"
"Okay, I understand. What is the spirit of this country?"
“The only spirit of this country is to allow life to exist in the long river of time, to be endless and never to be destroyed.
"It is said that the goddess will make countless attempts to do this and choose the most reasonable way. The goddess does not recognize that life will end at death.
“She believes that as long as there is life in the world, everyone is immortal and will reincarnate in the world of life forever.
“She founded this country to keep life going. That’s the only spirit of this country.
"Understood?"
"Okay, I understand, the goddess believes in reincarnation..."
Ai Ting drank some pomegranate juice from the silver cup on the dining table. But the sweet and sour taste made her couldn't help but say something.
“Why does the goddess think that only her country can make life last forever?
“Maybe other countries can do it too.
"Or there would be no country at all, a virgin forest, and life would not be extinct."
Ai Jue put down his bowls and chopsticks and said solemnly:
“Would you rather be in control of your own destiny, or would you rather surrender yourself and the world to others and trust that they will follow your wishes?
"Do you understand this?"
"Well, let's just say it's better to master it yourself."
Although Ai Ting was perfunctory with her grandfather, she kept her eyes on her mobile phone. It was about ten past six at this time.
If Meng Fei could get off work normally, he should be leaving the Secret Bureau by now? That means if he can get in touch, he can go on a date?
Her heart pounded.
