Heartbreaker

Chapter 113 The Star Picker

Colorful eyeballs hang on the wall like stars in the sky.This thought made me suddenly feel a little bit of beauty from that mysterious light.Luo probably didn't expect Popolo and I to appear suddenly, and surrounded us with a blue light screen to prevent the tentacles from attacking.

The Dowball, which holds the memories of me, Luo, and Popolo, is probably in those eyeballs.Among those Dow spheres of various shapes, I found the most beautiful one, the light blue light was like the sparkling sea surface illuminated by starlight.

I suddenly felt a sense of joy in my heart, and shouted: "Luo, that's your Dow ball!"

"Now is not the time to look around, Mr. Lemon!" Popolo said hastily, clutching the small glass bottles, "Hurry up and destroy the Chaos Stone first!"

I laughed harder: "Except Mr. Lemon, the prince, the king, Brother Lemon, whatever you want, Popolo."

During the conversation, we have successfully approached the big sarcoma.I squinted, the memory of Chichikov being swallowed still lingering in my mind.I dragged the sluggish black-cloaked monk, and Popolo was startled by those reptile-like tentacles. I guess he would have vomited up if it wasn't for the emergency.

Luo kept cutting off the tentacles that were spreading towards us.At this time, an iron shuttle dripping with mucus suddenly appeared in Douglas' hand, and he quickly stabbed at Luo!

He shot extremely fast, his arm was like a black shadow, and it was hard to detect even the sound.

I yelled, "Get out of here!"

Luo Zheng turned his back to the four eyes, heard my roar, narrowly avoided the stabbing of the iron shuttle, and a piece of the cloak was shattered.Thinking of how he was treated like this in Vulture City, I was furious and shouted: "You can't see. Don't get too close to him, come to me!"

Popolo avoided the tentacles' entanglement in desperation and fear, and shouted ah ah ah from time to time.The four-eyed bishop and the four eyes on the Chaos Stone, a total of eight eyes were staring straight at him, but he didn't notice either.

Douglas patted the Chaos Stone and opened his mouth: "Stop them."

In an instant, the four eyes began to turn like oyster shells again, emitting a smoky light.I vaguely remember that I was shot by this light once, and I grabbed the dizzy monk and shouted: "Don't be shot by them! It's more powerful than arrows!"

With a whoosh, a beam of black light rushed towards us.I dodged the attack by rolling low, and Popolo was hit straight!

"what!"

He shivered like an electric shock.I waited in amazement and helplessness for the black-robed monk to fall to the ground and collapse. Unexpectedly, he turned his head as if nothing had happened, patted his chest and said, "Oh, Lord, I was scared to death just now!"

Me: "You... are you okay?"

Popolo said in a daze, "It's just been illuminated for a while, what can happen? Get up quickly, Brother Lemon."

……interesting.

Luo said in mid-air: "Lemon, not everyone will be affected by the emotional ray. But try to avoid it as much as possible to prevent the accumulation of emotions."

I let him float down and grabbed his wrist: "Can you imprison the Chaos Stone, it will be fine in a while."

He nodded, helping Popolo break the tentacles binding his ankles.The three of us looked at the Four Eyes and the Chaos Stone not far away. The sarcoma flicked its tentacles like crazy, and the hanging eyeball cast a dizzying light and shadow.

"How can we get past this..." the black-robed monk said anxiously, and when he turned his head, there was no one around him!

In front of him, the young bishop was slowly approaching him.The monk yelled, and was about to raise his legs and run wildly, when suddenly he saw a black shadow spreading behind Douglas.

Luo and I emerged from it, lurking in the blind spot of the Chaos Stone.

"Wash..."

Douglas' deep voice was getting closer and closer, and Popolo broke out in a cold sweat, trying to maintain his composure.

"Hello, Bishop."

Douglas stared at him, and suddenly said, "Tell me, am I your friend?"

"Huh?" Popolo was taken aback by this sudden question.Before he could respond, Douglas' expressionless face was shrouded in shadow.

He grabbed the black-robed monk by the collar.

"Am I your friend or not?"

He repeated it again, and there was no emotion in his voice, just terrible calm.Popolo's feet were almost lifted up. At this critical moment, he still said dully to the stern Douglas: "No, you are not."

"You are the bishop," Popolo said, unable to tell whether he was awake or sleepwalking, "I never considered you a friend."

I heard the bastard look around and say, "You don't consider me a friend, I'll kill you right now."

I also heard Popolo's desperate monk say, "Even if you kill me, we're not friends."

This conversation is suffocating.Luo was next to me, the ethereal figure suddenly turned into a big net, entangled the surging sarcoma!

Sarcoma screamed for help, but the four eyes connected to it didn't respond at all, and they were still persecuting the pale-faced Popolo.

I pulled out the sharp steel blade: "I'm going to cut the damn tape."

Luo stopped me and said in a low voice: "No, Lemon. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. While Douglas Hayden's attention is on Popolo, we can complete the plan as soon as possible so that we can save him."

"I don't know where the eyes are, so I can only rely on you to tell me." Luo said, his head surged a few times in the black shadow, and appeared in front of the four eyes of the Chaos Stone.With great effort, my face was flushed from holding back, I used my arms to trap this disgusting tumor that couldn't stop struggling.

Those eyes rattled and rattled when they saw Luo, shooting beams of light in a haphazard manner, though to no avail.

However, it didn't take long for us to discover the problem.

These four eyeballs only emit light and do not shed tears.

****

seven years ago.

He hadn't seen his friend for a long time.Wash Polu was notorious in the monastery, and he had been made a priest and could no longer be with that grotesque novice.

What's more, an invisible barrier was erected in his heart, preventing him from walking towards that person.

Every once in a while, the monastery will ask the trial monks to submit their testimonials for evaluation.And at that time, the person in charge of the review happened to be the newly appointed priest, Douglas Hayden.

Ask yourself, that was the most painful period for Douglas.Every day, he has to browse more than ten transcripts, flip through the books to ensure the rationality of the quotations, and then use red ink to comment and evaluate.There is nothing more annoying than seeing a series of gaudy transcripts. Douglas even wondered how other priests survived these superficial and embarrassing comprehensions that were full of loopholes in grammar.

Until later, Wash Polu also submitted his own record.When Douglas saw his old friend's account for the first time, his fingers trembled so much that he could hardly hold the thin page.

Immediately he was shocked.Because Wash Polu's bibliography is illogical, and the handwriting is scribbled and messy, just like nonsense made up of familiar letters.

In the past, Douglas would spend 10 minutes to quickly browse and review a transcript, leaving time for other things.But in the face of a confusing report from Wash, he pushed aside everything at hand, and spent a whole few days trying to understand what the other party was talking about.

Then, I was astonished.

"Hey, kid, are you kidding me? I can call your stupid head six metaphors and make you giggle. Want to hear it?  …"

Douglas stood under the porch, watching Wash Porou crouching on the rock.The other party was mocking a small trial monk who was much younger than him.The probationer glanced at him, scolded "Damn beggar, lunatic, stay away from me!", then ran away with his books in his arms like hiding from the plague.

"Hahaha……"

Unkempt and disheveled, Wash Poru raised his neck like a firm rock, looking up at the dusty sunset.Douglas has seen countless crazy behaviors of his friends, but only when facing the mysterious and vast nature, the other party will restrain the sharp thorns and become peaceful and serene.

He is looking up to the world, and he is looking up to him.

Since then, the life of becoming a priest is not so difficult.Douglas began to look forward to the quarterly collection, and then quickly found the one that belonged to a friend, and read it carefully.

It is often necessary for two or three priests to unanimously confirm the resignation in order to obtain an excellent evaluation.In Douglas' view, regardless of the depth of ideological understanding, as long as there are no grammatical errors in a certain record, it can be recommended as "excellent".

The reality is so ridiculous.And he also has no doubts that in the eyes of others, his friend's rumors are absolutely full of crazy talk, cheaper than straw paper.

But he just regards those pages of paper that people discarded like shoes as priceless treasures, and carefully collects them.Through the thin paper, through the chaotic grammar and messy handwriting, from those free words, he seemed to see a person standing on the vast ocean, reaching out to pick up the stars.

It was then that the face of the friend became clearly visible.The opponent's robes are no longer dirty, their hair is no longer disheveled, and their brows and eyes are no longer haggard.Those distant thoughts are like bright stars in the sky, being picked into the palm of the other party, turning into crystal bright pearls, rolling down from the gap and falling in all directions.

And Douglas is keen to pick up those scattered pearls one by one in that strange and magnificent world, and use clear logic and strict grammar to connect them into dazzling and matchless fabrics.

——In this world, only I understand your chaos and indulgence.

Such was the unique friendship that belonged to Douglas Hayden to Wash Porou.

Silent, fanatical, pious, but will always only hide in the corners and shadows of friendship.

****

Tears flowed from sad eyes.

Luo touched the tears and hurriedly put them into a glass bottle.I looked up at the four-eyed bastard, and saw him standing like a stake in front of Popolo with his neck stuck.

"Since you're not my friend." Douglas raised the iron shuttle in his hand, with a grim expression, "You can die."

Luo was about to rush to rescue Popolo, I grabbed him, and saw the fleshy belt connecting the four eyes and the Chaos Stone suddenly tightened.Chaos Stone couldn't stop crying, but the meat belt was very powerful, firmly restraining the four eyes' movements.

"Don't stop me." With her four eyes facing the Chaos Stone, her words were menacing.The iron shuttle was already in place in his hand, he probably really wanted to stab the black-robed monk right through.

But just can't move.

"They are my friends!" Popolo yelled, "Lemon Bone Spur, and Undead! They have qualities that I admire, and I like them!"

At this time, the angry eyeballs also shed tears.In a surprising and delightful turn of events, we filled another glass bottle.

The four eyes said coldly: "The villain and the undead, thank you for the quality you can find in them."

Popolo said: "Whatever you say, bishop. Anyway, I will leave the church one day, I don't belong here. No matter how much you give me preferential treatment, I can't go against my heart."

"I was destined to travel to the wider world."

Not long after, black tears flowed from the terrified eyeballs.

I thought the four eyes were the big deal, but now I realize Popolo might be the key to the solution.The strange thing is that since she shed tears, the Chaos Stone has stopped struggling, like an old man who is dying, constantly washing away the muddy color.

Popolo glanced at us timidly, and I pointed to the only remaining "joyful" eyeball.He froze for a moment, then understood, the corner of his eye glanced at us, and looked into four eyes without fear.

I gestured with my mouth: "Praise his achievements, flatter him!"

Popolu said: "Bishop Hayden, you are a smart and hard-working man. The church under your jurisdiction is in full swing, has the trust of the emperor and the support of many nobles, and is the spiritual pillar of everyone in the empire..."

The Chaos Stone was unresponsive, and even weirder, the other tears were fucking dry.

I frowned and continued to gesture: "Praise his research!"

Popolo also broke out in a cold sweat: "Although your rat cage is immature in terms of ethics, it has achieved remarkable results and saved many lives...not to mention your record is very strict..."

Reason prevailed, and the four eyes seemed to be carefully analyzing the truth and falsehood of the monk's words.I was scratching my head in anxiety, not knowing what would make the bastard happy.

At this time, Luo suddenly motioned: "Popolo, hug him and say 'my dear friend, I will always miss you'."

The corners of my eyes twitched, and I felt a chill.Presumably Popolo was also in despair, so he decided to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.According to what Luo said, he bravely hugged the four-eyed cold body, and stammered: "Oh, my dear...friend, friend...I have always...always missed you... "

I turned my head to look at Luo, and my eyebrows were almost knotted: "This is too disgusting. How could there be..."

In the next second, tears of joy poured out like floods.