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Even more frightening is that Watson's scepter are unusually permeable, just like the old priest taught canon, it is not conscious of being impressed, alter ego, faith offer.
Ye Qingxuan whole body emitting a fine of lightning, as if an invisible safety net was off, while crackling.
He actually felt Watson of music theory at the infection themselves ......
Just like the power of natural disasters, like others in pollution.
"It looks very scary is not it?"
Watson pleasant smile, a cup of wine residues into the sea: "The referee asked the blessing, I make up a kettle of sacred music theory, the achievements of the scepter.
Although able to make himself and others free conversion between the two sides, but in the end only trail - music theory can not change people, people really can not be redeemed.
Therefore, I call it - 'Apocrypha'. "
Apocrypha, it is not into the right path.
The abyss of the book is not, nor is it holy books, but somewhere hovering in between.
Looks good, but in reality extreme radical.
Can smoothly even though his mind, after all, can be difficult to get satisfactory.
Sublimation is obviously took a step forward, one step back is fallen, but why stop in the middle.
This is Watson's scepter - Madman in the name of a book under the guise of sages, and hidden malicious poison Apocrypha, hypocrisy and empty salvation.
As long as Watson wanted to, he could easily convert black and white, so that musicians fallen Mission, so that Divine Grace suffered a black musician.
But like he said, people can not change the music theory.
Instead Achievement in Music Theory.
"You guys ah ......"
Ye Qingxuan some headaches.
Watson scepter like Watson himself same.
Seemingly gentle surface divine, but actually harboring evil intentions.
Like a demagogic evil-taught, he was impressed once, give up their own way, wanted to borrow his power, relying on his ability, he will gradually be changed, in his manipulation and addiction redemption surface, afraid to face the true self, until finally, into his puppet.
He helped musicians say Islands removal ills when there is no point lower limbs, ghosts do not believe it.
He sighed, "then go to make up a faculty Stone, you go to Westminster Abbey hang jobs."
"You want me next Archbishop of Westminster Abbey?" Huasheng Ming White what he meant, doing all up: "You're a priest assured me to do it?"
"No, I do not worry. But like you said, music theory can not change people, but the people the achievements of music theory."
After Ye Qingxuan shook his head, thought for a long time, suddenly asked:
"Well, you have no interest in doing the Pope Protestant?"
Watson stunned.
For a long time, he laughed.
Before ten hours.
Anglo addition, the barren northern waters above.
After a short war, only a sea has become a completely different environment inhuman, dark green waters crest of the fishy taste.
Cecil strands of mist lingering in the air, like cotton, by virtue of the cup remained fierce poison linger.
Strange silence, the old musicians stop on the tide.
He insisted edged even higher than his wooden stick, relying on the body, slightly hunched, dressed in black robes, looking forward to this barren sea of silence, deep voice."Are you ready to see how long?"
He stared at the absence of air, and looked indifferent, as if seen hiding in the emptiness of Anubis.
Bitter laughter sounded, the embodiment of God's music under the tutelage of the void wolf's head coming out, bowed his head toward the front of the elderly:. "Hello again, Bach teacher"
Bach looked at him the way, for a long time.
"It seems that you had a good, Gaius good for you."
Wolf whistle nodded, "I should be."
"Al-Quds is also good to you."
Wolf whistle touched his proboscis, grin, revealing two rows of white teeth: "No way, I'm a wolf child raised Well, ungrateful, they also like the same supercilious look wolf."
Bach indifference, "wolf whistle, it was your name."
"All this does is the result because after the teacher gave me the name, which leads to it?"
Wolf Flute asked, "It's like you have told it - people that hard work always bound to make mistakes and sometimes I really think that if I had been like wolves alive, then dead, then maybe will happy than it is now. "
After listening to Bach, was unmoved, "you decide to do with human face, why fool ourselves with the excuse of beasts?"
"The teacher lesson on."
Wolf whistle bowed his head.
"Well, since dared to use the projector in front of me, I was already done and ready for war yet?" Bach stared at him, hands raised wooden stick, fall.
collapse!
Wooden stick beating the sea, like a lash with iron, apparently without the slightest splash proliferation, have made a huge ocean are slightly shook up.
Wolf whistle projection severe shock up, Anubis skin to crack, exposing the inside of scarred.
Can quickly, the shock stopped.
In front of one pair of barefoot.
Bach back, look behind him and saw the young man, and looked becomes suddenly, "you should Caucasus Charles."
"Nice to meet you, Lord Bach."
The young man nodded salute, and looked respectful.
Bach looked at him, "Are you sure I won?"
"Although I beat, but it can not give a face, do not go to Anglo, left to talk about?" Charles grinned, "we first met, Causing loss of lives and more bad."
Bach indifference shook his head.
Sharp piercing noise suddenly burst forth, it is in many overlapping melodies a movement, and suddenly, as if the sky resonance.
The entire northern waters are closed up in an instant, heaven and earth are in turmoil under the will of Bach, cater to his beat. Blue King will run between heaven and earth, controlling the elements from the Ethereal Plane, it took over control of everything.
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Buddha sky crashing collapse, rising ocean turbulence.
Haitian in this close. Collapse!
Shrill screeching halt.
Charles hand, press in the void, like holding down a turbulent sky, forced to eliminate a concussion, broken the grip of noise.
Like withstood speeding wheel. Broken skin on the palms, wound healing has not been torn again, little finger again wound oozing blood.
Blood flow and landed in the sea, they infect the open.
Just a drop of blood, forced linger over the waters of the disaster and the whole atmosphere dissipated.
Suddenly, the sky beneath pure, fresh wind blowing from afar, magnificent almost a miracle.
Bach did not before you start,Just look to silence his crippled little finger, frowned, and seems confused.
Charles's face has turned red, squeeze out a smile: "Mr. Bach, then the school my Young, or use your letters of recommendation do, we always love points ...... Why this?"
Bach did not speak, but silent and stared at him.
I watched him walk barefoot on the sea, without the use of any movement, he buttressing the sea into the sky, like a miracle.
A brief silence, like Bach understand what suddenly asked:
"Charles, you're the Son of God when he is it?"
Charles froze for a moment, become embarrassed smile: "I think I like much, I am so shy eye brow Da, God wants a child so I really have that much commit a sin ah."
"Finger hurt it?" Bach asked.
Charles looked at the palm of your hand, put away the little finger, smile: "There are workers Guaai, only minor injuries."
"Is it?"
Bach said coldly, "You consume yourself, you should be clear - I do not know what you use it in exchange for such a sacrifice for you and for the Caucasus, it is not normal."
Charles silent for a moment, replied: "urgent, they want someone to solve."
"Human things that should be resolved by the people, by the people themselves bear the consequences, not by you."
Bach tone without any euphemism, bluntly: "Charles, you sacrifice more, it will only make them understand that there is a huge gap between what you - for your own nature, you should be crystal clear.
Do not do unnecessary things, do more, the more wrong.
Now, get out of here, do not stop my way.
If I wish I feel pity for you, then this is the last of tolerance. "
"Mr. Bach, you heard the sound of someone crying it?"
Charles suddenly asked.
Bach did not speak.
"You've seen the suffering of people like it?"
Charles whispered: "Those homeless people wandering in the wilderness, grazing grass and live like a dog, prostrate on the ground, looking up any of them came to the people hope that they can save themselves.
You can turn it away?
You have the desire of others rescue it?
As I did, hoping someone to save me, to help me, even if I may just be friends with, to tell me personally, I have not been discarded in the world, living in this world is not without significance ...... "
"Once I was such a person, and now I'm not - so I will not give up, if I can do it, I would do it if someone to me for help, I will save him.
I do not want anyone to sacrifice for me again, I want to open up for them so that they can live place. "
Charles stared at the silent Bach, ingratiating smile dispersed, he looked serious: "Mr. Bach, I do not want your enemies, do not want to leave here.
But if you want to continue to go forward, then you are my enemy. "
Huge wings of light slowly unfolded from his back, covering between the sea and the sky, casting a bright glow.
Behind him, the kingdom of heaven called Eden slowly emerging, reflecting the TV drama like young gods, as well known as the most powerful musicians.
Bach closed his eyes.
For a long time, he sighed softly.
"You know why Wang Qing dynasties of it will leave the human world,Charles? Not only for human beings to develop land, nor to prepare for natural disasters in the dark world ...... "
"- because humans do not need God."
Toward the front of young people, Bach raised his hands wooden stick, eye pupil silence for no compassion, but overflowing Leiguang.
"Now, you do not need to say nonsense, let 'your enemies' ability to experience the look you right."
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