Chapter 149 Signs of Regression

"Unparalleled sister, unparalleled sister! The master is back. I feel it. The master is back!" The cat girl rushed into the cold and unparalleled study excitedly. Her two big ears fluttering, and her little tail kept shaking behind her, making a series of crisp sounds with the small bells on the tip of her tail.

"Are you back?" The pen in Leng Wu's hands fell on the table with a click. "You mean, master, he? Are you back?"

"Uh-huh, I'm back!" The girl nodded repeatedly, driving the bells on the collar to make a crisp sound... And there were a lot of bells scattered on her hands and ankles. There was no other, cold and unparalleled bad taste! Can you feel it? It's coming towards here. It's getting closer and clearer!"

"I'm back, hehe, I'm back, just come back!" Leng Wushuang gently stroked an iron sculpture on the table and smiled, "Just come back!"

Silently, a small mass of iron sand fell from the semi-finished sculpture. The sculpture seemed to be one step closer to completion. What was faintly visible was Brother Long's big face... and a big fork on his big face.

"Is the sculpture of Wushuang's sister almost finished? It's really similar to the owner, but why is there a big fork on his face?

"It's just a mistake, um, by the way, remember, don't tell anyone about Brother Long's return, remember, it's anyone!" Leng Wushuang emphasized it twice in a row.

"Uh-huh, it's okay!" The girl nodded, and then tilted her neck and asked doubtfully, "But why? The master is back. Everyone should be very happy to know!"

Leng Wushuang touched the girl's smooth hair and smiled, "Of course, it's to give them a surprise. If you know in advance, there will be no surprise. Do you remember? The ham sausage I secretly gave you last time is like this. If you do it secretly, you will be happier!"

"Uh-huh, I remember, I remember, I won't tell anyone!"

Leng Wushuang looked at the girl's cute look and smiled. When he was with her, he felt as if he was going back to his childhood. However, there is no time to talk about topics such as innocence now. Surprise? The surprise is true, but some people must be surprised and some people are happy. Otherwise, how can it be called a surprise?

Leng Wushuang looked at his hands and made up his mind. If he wanted to play, he would play a big game. Even he became so strong. There is no reason for Brother Long to experience the battle of life and death, and he will not make progress after coming back, not to mention Ma Xiongyu. No matter what happens, he can be sure that he will definitely stand. The woman on Brother Long's side is there, and the card in his hand is a bigger card other than the double kings. In this game, she, who already has the advantage, will win.

"Okay, good boy, can you help me call your sister Nana?"

"Uh-huh!"

The crisp bell is far away...

Since Brother Long left, Catherine can't wait to start the integration plan. The success of the plan is based on blood and bones, not only the blood of zombies, but also human beings.

The dominant situation of Ye Karina's family suddenly appeared in Chongqing, but there is a place where Ye Karina did not dare to move, that is, the Longge base, the man who died in the Yangtze River after the innocent battle like the devil, the last base he said.

In the process of compilation, I don't know how the news about the battle between Yekarina and Long Ge Helian's innocence came out. For various considerations, the survivors either defected to Ye Karina, or defected to Long Ge's base, and, there was also a Some organizations that were forced by Catherine but had not been collected in time turned to Brother Long. Perhaps, in their eyes, a boss who did not use violent means to collect survivors is always much better than a bloody queen!

"Who am I?" Murphy thought so when he walked into the canteen. He raised his trousers above the round belly that couldn't be put away. Am I George & Laft or Jimmy Carney? He glanced to the right, convinced that Qin Yongsi was in the sentry position, and then looked at the left and overhead to confirm which damn guards were still in the distance. "Maybe I'm George & Bush."

He walked through the canteen, but he couldn't walk in a straight line, because there was a table in the hall, and he had to go around the table. In this way, he walks a little like Rick in the movie Casablanca. His eyes fell on Zhang Qinghai. He was leaning over his plate, and his back was like a big question mark. Zhang Qinghai is a newcomer, but he is just an inconspicuous little person, which is nothing. Murphy cleared his throat, and then sat down next to Zhang Qinghai with a heavy body. Zhang Qinghai's fork scraped the metal food plate, like scratching the blackboard. Murphy glanced at Qin Yong and the guards next to him again. His hands were on his cheeks and his back was on the edge of the table, so that his face could not see Zhang Qinghai. He didn't want to look like he was talking to him. He clearly felt that he was obviously trying to dress up a character he didn't want to dress up. He didn't want to do that, but it just looked like that.

The dark room can't stop any screams, as well as revealing or painful or plain wailing!

I give them eternal life. They will never perish, and no one can take them out of my hand! The original sentence of the Bible)

"The Almighty God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ; you have loved me with eternal love. When I was a sinner and died in sin, my Savior Christ died for me. He paid the severe price with his own blood so that I could accept his life, and he clothed me with his eternal righteousness. Father, I thank you for choosing me before you created the world and adopted me as your child according to your own will. What a mystery this understanding is for me!

God, I thank you, because my Savior saved me to the end, from the deepest part of hell to inherit the foundation that can be left for me incorruptible, defiled and undimitable. I thank you for keeping me in your omnipotence, salvation and eternal life, and no power or force on earth can take me away from you. May I rest in this blessedness and follow you firmly to the end. I pray so much by Christ, my Lord.

"A bunch of crazy people!" Listening to the electric shock and prayer next door, Murphy said flatly, "From a certain point of view, you are really close!"

Zhang Qinghai raised his head tiredly without saying a word. At least not speak in his voice, but just reveal his meaning with his eyes. Murphy was sure that it was just a look of despair, just like all the prisoners sent to this prisoner center. It was as if someone squeezed the suffering soaked in the walls around the prison into Zhang Qinghai's eyes. Murphy gave up his appearance and turned his face to look at Zhang Qinghai, as if he had said something. In fact, it was just a silent misunderstanding.

Murphy said softly and seriously in his nicotine-filled voice, "Unparalleled, in the study..."

Zhang Qinghai absent-mindedly poked the leather-hard bread-skin with chopsticks, and mechanically followed: "Cold unparalleled..."

"She heard that he is a capable person. According to our exact information, as long as it is what she wants to hear, there is nothing she can't hear in this base! Let me tell you, this news came from the mouths of some damn superiors!"

Zhang Qinghai did not show any surprise at all. He shrugged his shoulders, which meant that they would always know something in some way. Sooner or later, they will eventually hear anything.

Murphy's coughing voice was very heavy, and the voice came from the depths of the trachea, like a chimney that had not been cleaned for many years. "The glasses will come to bring you tomorrow, but he doesn't want others to know that he is here. Even the jailer here doesn't want them to know. He was worried that they would be talkative and leaked the news. I guess he's going to surprise you."

Zhang Qinghai did not respond. He put down his fork, pushed the plate away, and stood up straight. Then he quickly glanced up, as if someone was staring at him. Murphy looked over Zhang Qinghai's shoulder and wanted to know what attracted Zhang Qinghai's attention. At the other end of the table sat a stinging old man. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, but there was no expression on their faces.

"Who is this?" Zhang Qinghai asked in a low voice.

"We call him a priest. In the past, he was a priest, a Christian, spreading the glory of God's cake seller! Well, it's something!" Murphy bent his finger and touched his forehead. "He has received many electrocution therapy. They will let him out tomorrow. His hand gently scratched the stubble of the beard that had just grown on his face. It seemed as if he was going to say something, and then he sighed gently.

"We have a plan to get you out," Murphy said.

"Just me?" Zhang Qinghai asked.

Murphy smiled dryly and said, "The channel can only accommodate one person."

Zhang Qinghai's hand held the table tightly, like carrying a box full of unstable organic compounds made by Sun Qi. His voice lowered, "Anyone who helps me escape will be executed."

" Calm down, calm down, don't be so nervous. You know, if she wants to hear it, she can absolutely hear it. Don't make such a deliberately low voice, but how can you think that if not, she won't kill us?" Murphy pressed his hands twice, "You know, you are so important. We must get you out. Although we are not an organization, we are comrades all the way on the front against the female tyrant."

These words hung in the air for a while, and then fell from the air like a heavy cement block and fell right in the middle of them. Zhang Qinghai's eyes - they are full of bruises and wounds on the corners of his eyes - looked at Murphy, "Give up this plan, if you don't want to take such a big responsibility!"

"Huh? Give up? Ha ha! Look at you, I have already told you about this. You can agree or disagree. And say responsibility? Who should we be responsible for? That one-eyed female tyrant? Or is it the dragon knife that presses on the heads of those noblemen-like guys? Murphy said with a heroic attitude. That attitude reminds people of what Zhuge Liang did to the poor horse in the movie Red Cliff. No matter what he said, he would die if he died!

"Let a life-and-death guy press on your head for so long. I'm really curious about what you think!"

Zhang Qinghai's hand still held the edge of the table, staring at his hand, motionless for a long time.

Murphy felt uncomfortable and a little desperate. Everyone knows that Zhang Qinghai is a brave and fearless person, the first person to question cold and unparalleled, and a superior person, a superior who enjoys privileges like a nobleman.

What is he going to do? Is all he has to do is not to arouse the suspicion of the guards? I'm afraid that's it. Zhang Qinghai pretends to be noble and pretends to be a knight: people like Zhang Qinghai don't want others to sacrifice for themselves. He has to bear any burden by himself." This is what a man like me should do. Why should others take responsibility? They can torture me and even kill me, which can arouse people's morale and break the dullness of hell on earth.

"You don't know..." Zhang Haiqing's voice disappeared to her mouth. Brother Long's terrible..."

Muffy was sure that Zhang Qinghai would not say anything more, so he leaned over to him and whispered, "The action is after turning off the lights at night..."

Zhang Qinghai didn't even look at Murphy. With his expression, he looked straight into the distance ahead, which was like saying: He didn't want to understand what the plan was and what it would be.

Murphy was a little enraged. This should have been a very wonderful plan. It is much better than using refrigerators and other things to secretly get prisoners out of prison and then get some zombies as scapegoats. He was severely beaten for this stupid action and was put in solitary confinement for another 30 days. He would have been safe if it hadn't been for the damn guy coughing in the refrigerator.

But the person in front of us today is a lonely hero, and this kind of person is not willing to escape like this. ... We walked along the Yangtze River to the broken bridge (the broken Yangtze River Bridge, made by Helian innocently, woo-woo, I don't know if anyone still remembers!). Someone will pick you up there, and you can continue your career."

Zhang Qinghai turned around and stared at him and said, "All I have to do is do what I have to do. I have never been afraid of coldness. I have never thought of resisting Brother Long, but you, your plan will take all people to hell." The expression seemed to think that what Murphy said was just a curse or an ominous word.

This is just a statement that Murphy doesn't know how to explain. What role does this man play in this black-and-white film? Like the clown in Modern Times (Chaplin's work), or Jing Ke, who sacrificed himself as a human in Hero? Or are those shit-like diamonds in Crazy Stones? Of course, Murphy thought it was impossible, but he couldn't help imagining such a mess in his heart. Murphy felt that if it weren't for this damn end of the world, he should be a writer. Well, yes, it was a writer. The first book was a big writer with sales of more than 10 million. Of course, Murphy knew it, even if it was him. What about such a good sales volume? Ninety-ninety-nine percent are pirated books, and he can't earn a dime!

"To hell? Let's wait for a man I've never met to climb up from hell first!"

Originally, I wanted to say a few more words, but Murphy heard someone coughing twice. This is the signal of their agreement, and the guard is already paying attention to their conversation. He stood up. He had hoped that he would clearly understand Zhang Qinghai's intention at this moment, but this gentle and easy face and the eyes of the Christian martyrs did not reveal anything to him.

When Zhang Qinghai walked out of the tables in the canteen again, Murphy thought, alas, he should have a white tuxedo... He couldn't get rid of the feeling that what Zhang Qinghai said did not really show his responsibility, but a kind of avoidance. When Zhang Qinghai was about to turn the corner of the canteen, Murphy finally glanced at the scene at that time. He still can't control the imagination in his mind!

The old man at the other end of the table stood up, and Zhang Qinghai stared at him. Their lips did not move, but Murphy was sure that something had been made between the two.

Glasses sit on a new generation of military caterpillars, staring at the speedometer behind the steering wheel. The current speed is 70 kilometers per hour. Qian Lin, his adjutant, turned his face and said, "Can't you hurry up?"

Qian Lin glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said for a long time, "I think we have to get there alive. Look at this section of the way..."

"Don't care about the road," said the glasses. "You are always willing to do things that are stable." As the exclusive driver of the first big caterpillar dragon brother, the glasses are very clear about the current situation and the twists and turns of the journey, which is more important.

Their car sped past the dead cornfield. There are only a few lonely trees on the horizon in the distance, and those little ones point to the sky strangely. This is still cold. The leaves have fallen long ago. The newly discovered corn is quite good-looking, better than those weeds.

The barbed wire, which is usually covered by shrubs and plants, is now exposed naked. Rows of barracks can also be seen in the distance, like boats scattered on the dark sea.

The glasses twisted their bodies on the restless seat. After a while, he clenched his fist, then stretched out his five fingers, and wiped his red hair with his palms from time to time. Do you want to relax a little?" Qian Lin has noticed that he kept moving for a moment during the whole waiting period and the next two hours of driving.

Sit your glasses straight, lean back on the back of the plastic chair, stretch your legs forward as much as possible, and put your hand in your pocket. "It's coming soon. Would you like a piece of mint to refresh yourself?

"How long have you been in your pocket?"

"A week, I don't know."

"No, thank you."

The glasses put a piece of mint in the mouth. Don't relax for a minute. Be bold and careful. I should have told you many times. Oh, by the way, how long have they been holding him? Two days? Or didn't you ask anything? I simply can't tolerate such dereliction of duty."

Qian Lin knows this very well. Maybe you should have him locked up alone, I'm afraid it's a little more secure. I don't know if there is a single cell in their church, do they?

"I'm kidding, there will always be a single cell. Don't give him anything to eat or drink to make him hungry. This place is not the best safety center. Glasses explained, "Well, without special supervision, his cockroaches will come out of the cracks and take him away."

A smile flashed across Qian Lin's face, "Croach? That's a new word."

"Exactly," his head said, "they are cockroaches. These guys called Xiaoqiang sneak out at night, hiding behind the wall, waiting for you to fall asleep, and even dare to crawl through your face. And every time you think you have trampled them to death, destroyed them and destroyed them, and a new batch of new ones came out. Their tenacity is really annoying.

The two of them didn't say a word again. Qian Lin still remembers what he heard about Christians when he was a child. At that time, these people were thought to be bewitched by some kind of philosophy and were members of some kind of worship group. In his opinion, who would be willing to be a Christian? These are some poor guys. The best attitude is to ignore them, and then they will disappear. He wondered why these people had become cockroaches that were going to be trampled to death? He really hopes that his historical knowledge is not so bad.

His officer opened the glove box next to him for a while, and then closed the lid. He quietly paid attention to it without saying a word. It seems that this prisoner is not an ordinary guy. Glasses must think it's a big day for him.

"Do you think they will help you improve your status?" Qian Lin asked.

"I don't care," the glasses shrugged their shoulders, took out the walker, looked at the number on the notepad in his pocket, and began to dial. Say hello to them first and say that we are about to arrive.

There was a gentle roar of the car phone, and the phone was connected. The bell rang in the warden's room. Qian Lin only met him two weeks ago, when he was on another official business. He still remembers his round and fat figure and Dickens-like beard. A round face appeared from the fluorescent screen on the front control panel of the car, which shows that Qian Lin's memory is still very accurate.

It can be expected that if the warden hears who is speaking at this end, there must be a righteous person first. But he just said, "Son, as long as I know," his voice lowered, like a mutter. He wiped the little egg on the corners of his mouth with his hand. His breakfast must have been disturbed by this phone.

"As long as you know, what do you know?" The glasses asked inadvertently.

"Don't you have four or five more hours to arrive? Is the work done there so fast? The warden seemed to be complaining.

"My watch has probably stopped." The glasses lied. He had to find an excuse to explain that he came here in such a hurry. I could have told him to take good care of the man. His face was tight and there was no expression.

"Yes, sir, they specially greeted me..."

"Sorry, you may have made a mistake. Get ready and wait for the transfer of the prisoner. The glasses said.

"However, this is unprecedented. It's not in compliance... At this time, the prisoner is transferred," the warden hesitated and stammered, "The guards won't arrive until nine o'clock."

The glasses leaned over to the fluorescent screen and said slowly word by word, "Priter, we will arrive again and again and again. This is a big deal about the safety of the base. You can take good care of the prisoners.

The warden's chin hung down and he quickly said, "Yes, sir. I will press your..."

Suddenly, the scream of the siren came out of the microphone, and Qian Lin frowned, "What the hell!"

"It's a siren!" The warden shouted. At this time, there was a crackling sound from the microphone, and then there was a dead silence.

Turn off the phone with your glasses and say, "Quick."

Glasses and Qian Lin rushed to the church, where the sirens sounded crazily and there was chaos. At the urging of glasses, Qian Lin's car crashed into the gate. Before the car stopped, his glasses jumped out of the car and grabbed a guard next to him. "What's going on?"

"A mouse!" The soldier said quickly, and then rushed to the cell with the other guards.

Before the glasses entered the warden's room, they heard him roaring. After entering the room, I saw him holding a telephone microphone in his hand and a walker in the other hand. Qian Lin, who followed behind, glanced at the messy breakfast on the table.

Seeing the glasses coming in, the warden's body stood stiffly. He hesitated and said, "The surroundings have been blocked, and the situation has been controlled," a loyal look.

"What happened?" The glasses frowned.

The warden wiped his oily forehead with his hand. "When the wind was blowing in the morning, some prisoners rushed out first, and they fought. The situation was once out of control, but the situation was already under control. It's all right now."

"Real?" The glasses pressed his stomach to hold his stomach and asked, "Do your prisoners often fight?"

"No, sir, it hasn't been before." The warden replied. Most of the prisoners are, no, they used to be restless.

"You mean they are all Christians?"

The warden nodded, "But they all received electrocution treatment. Usually they still follow the rules.

"The person I want also participated in the fight?"

"No, he's in the cell."

"Are you sure?"

The warden's glasses were a little flustered, but he still said, "I'm sure!"

Blood red came out of the warden's pale face. The guard reported that all the cells were there, but in the chaos..."

"I advise you to go and have a look now." The glasses gritted their teeth and said.

The warden led a group of people out of his office and walked through the hall to the surveillance tower. This building, which still stands after many hardships, came in handy at this time.

"District 3!" The prison chief roared, "Tell me about the third district, if you don't want to dance face-to-face with zombies!"

"Yes, sir." The guard ran to a suit in a hurry and looked at it.

"Look at Room 49!" The warden observed in another window, but unfortunately, a broken board that didn't know who threw it where blocked his sight.

"There is nothing to cover it. It must have been deliberately put there." The guard looked a little nervous.

"Call the person in charge of this district!" The warden ordered that the blue veins on his head could be faintly visible.

The guard reached for the phone, but his glasses opened his hand impatiently. "No, let's go and have a look."

In the corridor of the prison, the new guard led the way in the front, and behind him was an old man with messy white hair, clutching a canvas travel bag tightly in his hand.

Before the end of the world, the guard once wanted to be a police officer, or preferably a criminal police officer, but when he was a teenager, his left ear was infected with sulent, and his hearing was impaired, so he had to come to be a jailer with lifelong regret. Even after the end of the world, he is still a jailer, and guarding is the lowest job in prison. But he has a family - his wife and a child - to support. He is still a little grateful to the cake seller, because his family is not as fragmented as most people. For this, he is very grateful to Brother Long, who has never met but has given him a stable income.

The old man walked a little hidden, and the guard came back and grabbed his elbow slightly with his hand. The old man was released today. The guard glanced at the wrinkled old clothes and the hollow eyes. They called him a priest.

This guy should have been released a long time ago. They gave him electric shock therapy many times, which was a real disaster. It is said that a beast surnamed Yang invented a method to deal with Internet addicts.

This kind of criminal law has been used for less than a week for the old hunter who survived in the end of the world, and he is convinced that his past beliefs have withered, just like the onion rings cut yesterday. The guard wanted to ask the old man what he thought about his release, what plans he had in the future, and who else was in his family. But then, the old man may have quoted the Bible to himself again and pour out the poor remnants in his porridge-like head again. Even a new jailer like a guard knows that he can't talk to people like a priest.

As they passed by the door of the warden's office, the gang rushed out and rushed to the monitoring room. The guard pulled the old man to the door and asked the group to walk over first. Those people looked nervous one by one, especially the well-dressed red-haired officer. And the warden looked as if he couldn't stand.

"What the hell is going on here?" The guard said to himself.

The old man did not answer him, but just raised his head, as if he was attracted by the flashing fluorescent tube on his head. "Do I have to work in the laundry room today?"

The guard shook his head and led the old man to the area of the exit. What is that big well-dressed guy doing here? He asked himself.

The fight on the playground is over, and the prisoners are either in the infirmary or have returned to their cells. The guards all returned to their posts. Something must have happened here. The guard should figure it out by himself, so that it can attract the attention of the well-dressed officer at the right time. In that case, you can change your status. He can get a better position. He was glad that his wife had just ironed his shirt.

The procedure for releasing the priest takes little time. A thick-browed jailer sat behind the workbench, and he had prepared the release certificate.

"God knows what's going on today?"

"I don't know." The guard replied. He took out what he had received from the priest's personal belongings bag: an old watch, a metal ring without a key, a broken wallet, and some drugs and weapons that were originally put in it had long gone. When he handed these things to the priest, the latter didn't seem to recognize anything.

"Don't you want to put them all in your travel bag?" Before the old man could answer, he opened the zipper of the travel bag and stuffed everything into the bag. In the bag are a pair of trousers, a shirt, and shaving utensils. There are still a few books, but the guard can't see the title of the book.

"I really don't understand what's wrong with these people," he was still talking about the fight this morning. On the one hand, we are counting the 'repatriation fee' that should be given to the priest. This is enough money for the old man to live for three or five days without doing anything. The priest took the thing handed over by the thick-browed jailer, and he didn't seem to know that this was his life security in the past few days.

"Put it in your pocket," the guard said.

The priest did what he said, like a wooden man.

"Be careful, priest," said the guard, "do you know where to go? Go straight to the end of the yard. Do you understand? Turn left and go straight in that direction for about a miles. You went to the grocery store of the old fist. Wait for the bus there, and there will be a public animal car within an hour.

The priest nodded, then grabbed his travel bag tightly, as if there was some treasure in it, and then walked stably towards the painted door. The guard pressed the button, and the bolt of the gate slid open. The guard opened the door for the priest, and the old man went out.

"Goodbye, priest," said the guard.

The old man walked to the strong light and covered his eyes with his hands. Then he accelerated his pace a little and walked through the yard to the gate at the other end, which was still unconscious. The wind was a little strong, lifting his mottled hair and a beard on his face. The thick-browed jailer said, "I don't know why they worry about this."

"Who knows?"

............

In the prison called the church, the warden's pale face was in sharp contrast to the red face of the guards because they were busy and tired.

No one noticed that he sat in the corner, with glasses on his forehead in his hands and a sadistic smile at the corners of his mouth.

A black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned missionary shouted loudly on the electric chair. When there was no electric shock or guard to torture him, the guards who walked around did not have time to pay attention to him, and the pale warden did not have time to pay attention to him...

Only glasses, sitting there quietly, listening to the cry of a Christian!

Look at that, look at that... Look at the foreshadowing in the Bible. The one-eyed female tyrant is the false prophet who is trying to lead the Lord's servants to destruction.

What is the reason why the false prophet known as Leng Wushuang (the original text of the Bible, Jesabel) can stay here for a long time? It is precisely because Rong Rang and Ren Yi have given her the opportunity to repent. If you regard the opportunity of repentance as the pride of victory and continue to show your sins, what else do you have to complain about being ruthlessly and harshly punished in the end?

History has witnessed the ability and wonders of Jezbe. In the confrontation between justice and evil, the Lord Almighty defends his dignity with his own way and power, so that the unspeakable false prophet deserves the sin. Once, followers who did evil under the power of evil also received retribution. It set a case of confidence and victory in that era.

The teaching of evil comes from the tricks of the devil. Her teaching can only lead people to corruption and destruction. When you have sex with evil, there will indeed be temporary satisfaction, but in the end, you will bite people like poisonous snakes and eat people like beasts. This is a sin that will never be tolerated by the Lord, and it is an act of extreme hatred of the Lord.

The revelation of the Lord Jesus Christ is prepared for the servant who is with him. Here, I naturally don't want to see some servants being wrongly seduced to become sinners. However, when his servants are ruled by sin, when the slutty woman corrupts the Lord's servant, aren't you also the Lord's servants, those messengers of the Lord? What are you doing there? The most important revelation of the Lord Jesus Christ here is the word of concession. Have you ever seen an insensitive person? Have you ever seen a wise person?

The false prophet teaches that he tempts the Lord's servants to do chaotic things and violate the law, which is obvious to the watchful servants. It's just that they chose the freedom of concession! Tolerance is a virtue, and forbearance is also a virtue, but the compromise on evil is such discord. This is a crime that the king of heaven can't ignore. Watching the continuous seducing and arbitrary killing of servants who are masters like himself, the watchmen are also condemned by conscience and blamed by the Holy Spirit.

About this woman who teaches and claims to be a prophet, the revelation statement of the Lord Jesus Christ has given her the opportunity to repent, but her free will still cannot turn back and refuses to repent of her deeds. The so-called ** line refers to her collusion with the devil, and her free will gave her the Satan she worshipped. She is considerate of the relationship with the devil, resulting in a series of pleasures that can satisfy her desires. In that desire, there is the glory and status of self-esteem and the greed for this life. ◥◥

Christ is determined to expose this ** line, so that the corrupt will be corrupted, and their names will stink with their bodies. But the messenger of the watch should be strong and bold and walk with the Lord. The words of the Son of God through the Holy Spirit are faithful and righteous. The churches also know that he is the comer who judges the living and the dead, and he will repay everyone according to their deeds. From the end of this false prophet, you can see that the power of God is greater than all.

"Look, I'm going to make her sick in bed." This is a miracle revealed by the Lord himself. He uses his victorious kingship to subdue the evil woman, so as to end her continued evil deeds, cut off her from continuing to endanger the church and kill the servants of the Lord. Her bones hurt when lying in **. When the trouble comes, you have no way to save it!

"I will kill her party again, so that the churches will know that I am the one who examines people's hearts and minds, and will repay each of you according to your deeds."

Her peers, that is, her children, are here to follow her party category and the party category that will do so in the future. The Son of God declares his will with the power and resolutely kills the sinners who do so. The purpose is to let the churches of the world know that those who examine people's hearts and minds will repay each of you according to your deeds.

The Lord is the Lord who is present, former and eternal. He is the Lord who judges the living and the dead, and executes judgments according to his own fairness and righteousness.

What you have done to the servants of the Lord today will be applied back a hundred times and a thousand times in the future.

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"Ekarina, is this your plan?" The glasses whispered, and no one could hear them...