Meng Fei, who has not yet received the message from Suzaku, does not know the dangerous and complicated struggle situation in the world. After the initial fright of "mistaken person", Meng Fei came back to his senses and felt that he had made a lot of money.
Can I still suffer a loss if my wife becomes beautiful? And before I just wanted to hug the goddess, wouldn’t it be more cost-effective now to marry them all?
It wouldn’t be that easy for Taotie to take advantage of him again, right? At least it was just a matter of greeting for him to call the goddess for rescue.
It's just that the shock just now requires a good treatment, otherwise it will leave lifelong sequelae.
So he started to act boldly, first laying the goddess wife down flat, and then started to move her hands and feet.
The goddess showed a surprised look in her eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "We were here just now, and here again? And it's broad daylight now!"
What she is most worried about is that if her man has sex continuously at such a short interval, won't it lead to ****?
"Who has been here just now?"
Meng Fei thought to himself: You don't know how many repeated seven days I have experienced, and how many times I have died.
Since people are bound to die, why not choose the happiest way to die?
The goddess could not speak anymore because Meng Fei blocked her mouth with his own.
While they were happily communicating on the bed, on the other side of the world, a huge gray C05 Galaxy transport plane belonging to the Taotie Air Force was flying through the icy clouds.
Taking off from Selaginella City in Central China and flying to Taotie half a planet away, it was not as people imagined that it first went from Central Continent to East Continent, crossed the land of Qingmang, and then crossed the ocean to reach Taotie in New Continent.
The real shortcut is to go north, through the vast ice fields of the North Pole, pass by the place with the long polar night, and then go south to the new continent on the other side of the planet.
Along the way, you can sometimes see the gorgeous aurora through the airplane window. Unfortunately, the cabin of a transport aircraft does not have as many windows as a passenger aircraft, and almost the entire cabin is closed.
This transport aircraft has also been specially modified and many compartments have been added. Each compartment is blocked by a thick iron door, and you need to swipe your face and fingerprints to enter.
Saimai, the great priest of the Taotie Cult, who was wearing a red robe, was sitting in his cubicle, staring at a typewriter in front of him that was very classical and covered with patina.
Saimai looks to be about sixty years old, with a thin appearance and dark yellow complexion. The nasolabial folds on his face are very obvious. There is an obvious piece of cheek meat on each cheek. He has a sharp and obvious Adam's apple. He looks energetic.
But at this time, his mood was not good, and his eyes flashed with anger and even hatred from time to time.
Unlike the Goddess Cult, which has four great divine attendants with the highest status, there are no divine attendants in the Taotie Cult. Compared to the Goddess Cult, the Taotie Cult is more hierarchical and has more levels.
Their highest status is the leader. Below the leader is the Grand Priest. Below the Grand Priest are the Priests, and below that are the Grand Priests, Priests, Senior Priests, and Priests. Below the Priests are the ordinary believers and believers.
Samai ranks third among the seven Grand Priests. Not only does he have a high status, but he also has an extremely important responsibility, which is to keep and maintain the "God Typewriter" which is the only one that can communicate with their god.
The Typewriter of God is a genuine typewriter. But just like the black bronze mirror in the hands of Xuannv, the Goddess Cult, all believers believe that this thing is the only token of their god.
Sometimes this typewriter would suddenly start typing on its own in a physically inexplicable way. The typed content is Taotie’s oracle.
This typewriter is usually placed in a public hall of the Holy See. The room is guarded by three resident instructors. They were not allowed to touch the God's typewriter, but they were required to objectively record what the typewriter typed.
And Sai Mai is the only person qualified to touch this typing machine. He is responsible for the daily maintenance of the typewriter, such as adding paper and oil, as well as taking care of the God Typewriter when traveling.
He was the "typewriter keeper." This is a lifelong position, with the highest courtesy in the Holy See. It is a ten thousand-year job with easy work and generous pay.
The Holy See ordered him to personally bring a typewriter to Selaginella City to supervise the awakening ceremony of Taotie. He hoped to use the typewriter to confirm the identity of the awakened Taotie in front of many media.
However, throughout the entire ceremony, the typewriter was as silent as a piece of scrap metal. Of course, the media was also collectively blinded by the radiation.
But it happened that at this moment, on this plane, his typewriter was typing continuously, which annoyed him very much.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
Lines of ancient Taotie texts were printed out on the roll of printing paper he installed himself.
"I am Taotie, and I have come to this world through the body of Zuoge, the senior priest of our religion. You must regard him as your master. If you serve him as your master, you serve me as your master. If you go against his will, you will go against my will." "
After printing this word, he read it carefully again and confirmed that there was no difference with the content printed several times before. Then he angrily tore it into pieces and stuffed it into his pocket.
Left grid?
Why left grid?
When Taotie is born, there are so many bodies to choose from. He was even willing to give up his body for free. But why did Taotie choose Zuoge!
Within half a minute, the typewriter started typing again, and the content was a repetition of the previous sentences. This was really unbearable for him.
After thinking for a while, he made up his mind and started groping for the bottom of the typewriter where he was typing.
There was something like a needle, made of strange material, stuck in an inconspicuous place. He carefully pulled the thing out and looked at it carefully under the light.
He saw nothing. What he held between his two fingers was obviously nothing.
But he could clearly feel that he had grasped a small stick that was slightly thicker than a needle and about the thickness of a pencil lead.
After confirming the existence of this magical thing, he carefully stuffed it into a close-fitting pocket of his.
If this thing falls on the ground, no one can see it, and even God may not be able to retrieve it.
The cubicle finally became quiet. When he pulled out this nihilistic stick, the sound of typing stopped abruptly.
God's typewriter is mute and has become a real relic, or real scrap metal.
In the whole typewriter, that little stick is the foundation. It was made by the maker of the God Typewriter using a single hair left on Taotie Zhen's body a hundred years ago.
That thing contains a small amount of Taotie's consciousness, and is the only "antenna" that can receive Taotie's main consciousness.
And it's a secret that only the keepers of the typewriter know. His predecessor’s predecessor told his predecessor, his predecessor told him, and he told the next one. But from now on, he will never tell anyone again.
