"Don't! Don't kill me!" After all, Jessepha was just a literati, a historian and religious scholar. No matter how brave he was and had more knowledge, he was so scared that he was so scared that he was so angry that he said, "I will give you whatever you want!"

"Teacher, don't you understand?" The student with a very strong face walked out from behind him. His face was still very pale at this time, but where did he look like he had before when he was airsick?

A dagger in his hand shone with cold light, as if it would pierce Jeseph's chest at any time.

"Teacher, I respect you very much. I have been with you for a while, but you know too much... It is my duty to erase all threats, I'm sorry!"

"No! No!" Jessepha shouted, "I know nothing, I really don't know nothing!"

"real?"

"It is possible that Zhuang Buyuan is the same as Olion, Qianwu? This is too ridiculous and impossible!"

"They are definitely not one and three sides. All of this is definitely not a conspiracy that Zhuang Buyuan can't be cultivated specifically to distract people's attention! Absolutely not! This is just my delusion!"

"Teacher...you really know too much..." The student sighed, "Even if I want to save your life, I don't have this chance..."

"I say this is a delusion! Everything is impossible! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"But what if I say, is this all true?" Another voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Jessepha was so scared that he turned around suddenly, and saw that Orion appeared behind him at some point.

Olion has a fierce face, and his expression is always fierce, and he feels like he should not enter the stranger.

But at this moment, Orion had a strange but familiar smile on his face.

Recently, Jessepha has studied many videos of the not-far.

This expression is the same when Zhuang Buyuan was interviewed on the court steps in Lanxi Prefecture or when he was interviewed at the airport in Fusang Prefecture.

It's a little teasing, a little playful, and very sunny. This is definitely a smile like Olion who rushed out of the rain of bullets and bullets.

"The first time we met...well, it's the first time we met." Olion smiled and stretched out his hand: "I'll introduce myself, Zhuang is not in the world. Olion and Qianwu you know are all my trumpets."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, why should I tell me this!" Jessepha covered his ears, "I heard nothing, I knew nothing!"

"It's a pity that it's too late." Zhuang Buyuan grinned.

Do you think that your research and you can collect these materials is all accidental?

Of course not!

Zhuang Buyuan specially sent a spy to Jessepha to guide him.

Many of the information he received was beyond the reach of others, and many of them were deliberately eliminated by Zhuang Buyuan.

"Now that you know my biggest secret, now you have two choices."

Jessepha shook his head, I don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t want to listen!

"The first choice is to let your student stab you to death!" Zhuang looked at the spy who had been lurking beside Jessefa for a long time.

The spy grinned, stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of the knife, pretending to be a pervert, and laughed strangely.

"As one of the people in the world who may know me the best, when you die, I will hold a grand funeral for you, which will definitely make you glorious and worthy of your identity."

Jessefa shivered. He didn't care about his funeral at all. He just didn't want to die like this!

Although he heard the truth in the morning and died in the sky, he had already known a secret that no one in the world knew, but it would be better if he could not die!

Can't you hear the truth and have a big meal in the evening?

Zhuang Buyuan seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you don't like this choice, so how about giving you another choice?"

"As long as you don't kill me, you can do anything! You can do anything!" Jessepha nodded repeatedly.

Then he bargained carefully: "Can you not lock me up? I still have a lot of things to study. I don't want to be locked in a dark place, nor do I want to be tortured, nor do I want to be poached..."

Zhuang Buyuan grinned and said, "Don't you like to study me and study my clones? I can provide you with another opportunity, but your research results must be used by me. You must be loyal to me. Whether you can grasp them depends on you."

He took out a card and took a photo at Jessepha.

There are also a little red line.

However, Zhuang Buyuan has no patience to wait any longer. This little rebellion should not matter.

He handed over the "historian" identity card.

Jessepha received it involuntarily.

His eyes changed, as if there was a fierce confrontation in his heart.

Should we be loyal to Zhuang not far away, or should we follow our true intentions as a scientist and be a free and neutral scientist?

But he finally sighed with bad breath, and now he is better than others.

However, before he really bowed his head, he asked Zhuang Buyuan a question: "Mr. Zhuang, can you tell me if you are a prophet?"

"Please define what a prophet is?"

"On behalf of God, exercise His will, convey His faith, possess the divine power given by God, and patrol the world as God's shepherd, and lead mankind..."

Zhuang Buyuan thought for a while and said, "If you say so, I am not a prophet..."

Jeseph's eyes lit up.

Zhuang Buyuan is indeed not a prophet!

"Survey the world and lead mankind? Maybe"

"But my power does not come from anyone, I only exercise my own will."

“In this regard, I am not a prophet, I am more like God…”

Jessepha was speechless, not knowing whether Zhuang Buyuan was arrogant or naive.

But when Jesepha thought of Zhuang Buyuan’s actions and his magical power, he could not refute it.

Zhuang Buyuan thought for a while and added: "Or, I am the same kind of God as you..."

Those estate owners may be God.

"Because God has long been dead, and there are probably no gods in the world."

"The rest... is only the infinite devil."

Zhuang Buyuan looked up, his eyes seemed to have been cast across the wall and looked into the distance.

Countless people are coveting the earth and the world.

The only thing he can do is protect the world.

"Next, I'm afraid it's the history of human beings fighting against the devil itself."

Jessepha looked at Zhuang not far away, or Olion's figure, and slowly lowered his head.

"Congratulations to the brutal estate owner, you have conquered your new servant - the historian."

"The loyalty of the servant is loyalty."

Zhuang Buyuan smiled:

“Welcome to the estate.”
Chapter completed!