Thinking of this, I called Xiangli again. On the phone, Xiangli said that the people who were in the jihad did establish a church called the Glory of Holy in Cheng City. This church is not recognized by the state at present, but what it practices in its doctrine is not to deceive the people and the state, but to promote one step at a time. Black and white were forcibly whitened into the god of black and white, and it is the incarnation of day and night. She thought of a way to see if she could help me contact the person in charge there.

I almost couldn't help laughing out loud when I heard this. I have seen Black and White. Although I do have the temperament of a powerful place, it seems too inconsistent to compare myself to a god. Fortunately, they know each other well that what he wants is to collect the power of faith of believers. However, it takes a long time to do this. It is no wonder that he chose to let Sister Chang use the cannon fodder to steal the map of the country and the country by rescuing Nangong Zhi.

After waiting for about half an hour, Xiangli called and said that she had contacted the other side and would have an answer soon. Then I asked Xiangli to help me complete several of the investigation tasks I had assigned her before, and she said she would do her best.

After hanging up Xiang Li's phone call, about two or three minutes later, a strange phone call came to my cell phone. After I answered the call, Sister Chang's voice came from inside: What's wrong, little forensic doctor, are you thinking of your sister again?

I snorted softly and said: I want to know if the Holy Lord has changed something through the time breakpoint?

The other side of the phone smiled and said: I don’t quite understand what you mean?

I sneered and said: Don’t pretend to be confused with your understanding. You should know what it means. Since Black and White have mastered the method of entering the breakpoint of time, I don’t believe he can stop this temptation.

The other side of the phone paused and said in a deep voice: How did you know?

It's true!

I responded coldly: Not everything can be hidden from the truth. I think the transaction conditions between us have to be changed before.

Sister Chang smiled with interest and said: How to change it? Is it your intention to win that painting?

I laughed mysteriously and said: Without three or three, how dare I go to Liangshan?

She smiled dryly and said: OK, let me tell you about your conditions.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be calm and said: How to exchange the breakpoint of time with your Holy Lord with the map of the country.

Sister Chang sneered: Your appetite is too big. Do you think the painting is worth the price?

I pretended to be indifferent: You have to measure this for yourself. If you do business with you, I have to be careful. If I get the painting and your Holy Lord helps me save Nangong Zhi, he turned around and changed it through the breakpoint of time. Wouldn't I be useless to get a bamboo basket?

Sister Chang said a little unhappy: You are judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Can my holy master play such a carefree game with you? What's more, the price of changing history is

The words came to an abrupt end. She took a deep breath and said coldly: I have to inform the Holy Lord about this matter, I can't make the decision.

cost?

I frowned and recalled her abrupt and stopped voice. What would it cost to change through the breakpoint of time?

Isn't that right?

I remember the one year later I met in Guloulanli and the two years later I met in front of Qixia Temple not long ago, aren’t we changing anything through the breakpoint of time? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get the crystal ball so smoothly, and I wouldn’t have been alive at the moment.

I didn't understand, so I shook my head gently and then responded: Yes, then I'll wait for your news, but before that, I will not make any preparations related to that painting.

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After hanging up Sister Chang's phone, I let out a heavy sigh. I have always been so tired when talking to this woman.

Just as I was about to smoke a cigarette, the evil voice came from behind me: You'd better not touch on everything about time, otherwise you will definitely regret it in the future.

I was shocked by her sudden sound. Didn’t this girl go upstairs? When did she get down?

I coughed lightly to relieve my embarrassment, turned my head and looked at her and said: It turns out that no matter how I hide, I will touch it in one year or two years.

She said coldly: This is not absolute, you still have room for choice now.

I shrugged and said: No matter what I do, I will be killed by you in two years. Is there anything else that is worthy of his timidity for a person who knows that the result will die?

She looked at me disdainfully, and said nothing more. She turned around and walked to the refrigerator, took out one bottle after another from it. Then she hesitated and took another bottle. I originally thought she was for me, but the monster held a bottle in one hand and walked upstairs happily.

I sighed softly, smoked a cigarette, and got up to clean the dining table.

Lying on the bed at night, I vaguely felt someone approaching the villa. I buttoned my pajamas, turned off the lights in the room, turned over and walked to the window, raised my hand and lifted a corner of the curtain.

Under the moonlight, two or three people were fumbled here carefully. Judging from the movements, I was out of my mind. It should be the last group of people in the capital of Satan's branch in Xinjiang. These people are really willing to die if they don't hit the wall?

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