In the far east, this is a land that is said to have been spurned by gods. People here have no faith. "People without faith are like zombies, because their souls are empty. If they throw away their clothes, what will they have left?" - "Faith and Soul" Oriental architecture is always characterized by symmetry. At this moment, In a small courtyard that was simple but had a different meaning, two men were playing chess at the moment. Neither of them spoke, and looked at the chessboard in front of them quietly. If Xu Fumeng was here, they would be particularly surprised. This is actually Go. The confrontation between black and white chess pieces seems to be evenly matched. The man sitting in the upper left corner looks middle-aged. He is wearing a dark robe, black hair, and black eyes. He looks ordinary. There is nothing extraordinary about him. His presence is extremely low, as if he would not be found in the crowd. Of all the A, B, B and D, only the ring on the left hand depicting a strange black lotus seemed a bit eye-catching. The man in black robe holds a black chess piece, and his movements are strange. He basically has no hesitation, his eyes are calm, and his thumb will touch the black lotus ring on his index finger from time to time. The twelve-petal black lotus is a bit intriguing. The person playing chess on the opposite side is a man in white robe, who also looks middle-aged. However, the man in white robe and the man in black robe are two extremes. They have long golden hair, golden eyes, fair skin, handsome appearance, and He has an elegant temperament, and every move he makes seems like he is about to recite a poem, a perfect bard. Although he has entered middle age, a man in his forties is like a flower, let alone a person with such appearance and temperament. At this moment, the man in the white robe holds the white chess piece in his hand, the corners of his mouth are raised, and he smiles warmly. The sun shines on the side of his face, which is enough to drive many ladies crazy. ¡°The weather is really nice today, and I can¡¯t help but want to recite a poem.¡± The handsome blond man in white robe smiled. The man in black robe ignored it and continued to play his own chess. After a long time, he said: "How are you preparing? There are only two days, so it is a bit rushed, but the opportunity cannot be missed." The man in white robe also restrained his smile. This is the first time that Father God has come in ten thousand years. For them, this is an opportunity or a crisis, but no matter what, they have to give it a try, right? "Aren't you going to rescue your sister?" The man in black robe made a move and killed most of the dragon. The man in the white robe frowned slightly, and tried to save the situation. He said, "Everything has been arranged. The goddess of fate has long put the Tarot card that represents your destiny into thousands of cards. No one knows when it will happen." It's going to collapse, isn't it?" The man in black robe looked at the handsome blond man's left hand and understood what he meant, because he knew that his left hand could always hold the throat of fate. The breeze was blowing, and the leaves of the mulberry locust trees were rustling. On the chessboard below, the man in black robe had already taken advantage. He always ended up invincible. In this game, the handsome blond man still lost. "Has your nagging lessened in recent years?" The blond man smiled again. The man in black robe frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, but he still shook his head, indicating that it was still the case. "You are ruthless enough." The blond man continued: "Fate has its own arrangements, but you have to betray the goddess's right hand. Now you can't even hold the hem of the goddess's skirt. Fate has been out of your control." The man in black robe gave a cold glance and said calmly: "But I can chop off your so-called hand of fate." The handsome blond man laughed and seemed very happy. He could always make him angry with this topic and make him angry. This is probably the only thing that happened. "A man who controls his destiny, don't you do the same? Can you control your sister?" The man sneered at the corner of his mouth, with a slightly disdainful smile. "That was her own choice. You can still touch the skirt of fate in front of you. She has already controlled her own destiny. In other words, is she still alive?" A hint of haze flashed in the blond man's eyes, but for a moment Then, he looked up at the clouds in the sky, and finally smiled and said: "She has borne the pain, but she can also surpass all of us, right? She is a lightning in the sky that we cannot control. No one knows what will happen. Where did it explode?" The man in black robe looked at the unsightly chessboard. His chess skills had always been so bad. He stood up slightly and looked at the west, saying, "Is she enough to handle it?" The blond man laughed and said, "She. She is my sister, but she is from your organization. Whether she can handle it or not is up to you, but I will give it a try. Ordinary people only know that this is the first miracle, but in Shen Tu¡¯s secret book, That¡¯s not what you said. There¡¯s no chance that my dear sister will become the first woman to burst into flames.¡± The weather was sunny and slightly hot, with a few gentle breezes blowing by the side of the stone table.?, there is a stone tablet with several large ink-hot characters on it. "There is not no boundary between darkness and light, nor is there a boundary. What I control is not a powerful force, but a simple spear. What it penetrates is neither the so-called light nor the so-called darkness. , but that disgusting belief that is between light and darkness. "The man in black robe and the man in white robe slowly stood up and came to the other side of the stone tablet. On this side, there were also these big words, But it was like a book written in blood, with bright red handwriting, murderous intent, and shining with a bloodthirsty light. "Is this the blood of God? The same hot, the same bright red, the same will soon become cold and will condense. They have countless beliefs, are they worthy? Why can I kill this god so easily? People, why are the so-called gods so vulnerable? People can die, so why can God? So what is the eternal life that faith pursues? Maybe God the Father will be very powerful, but what can he give to believers, or in other words, What does he have? Today, my spear pierced God's body. Tomorrow, I will use God's blood to write a new order and establish a more reliable faith. If such a weak creature is worthy of surrender, If you pray, then I can also collect your souls, your beliefs, your lives, and your beliefs!" The man in black robe waved his left hand slightly, and next to this stone tablet, a stone tablet slowly appeared, with nothing on it! With one word and a wave of his hand, he controlled the movement of the soil and condensed the soil and stones under his feet into this wordless stone tablet. "This stone tablet is reserved for her to write on." After saying that, the man in black robe turned around and left slowly. The blond man looked at the distant west, smiled slightly, and took a step forward, but he was already a hundred meters away! He is going to that place, that place that cannot tolerate him. This time, his left hand will really try to grasp the throat of the goddess of fate, this little bitch! (I like the character of the blond man very much. He grabs the throat of fate, mainly to inspire those students who are frustrated in the examination room. As long as you want to take off the skirt of the goddess of fate, if you persist, you will eventually take it off! Speaking of which, I It's a bit like this, I won't say much more, I wish you all do well in the exam. Finally, please recommend and collect, and if you are shameless, please reward, hehe)