Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1742 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-one)

  This is the legendary heart-warming feeling from the front to the back, right?

As a saint in asceticism, Hilaria's weight is not very high, so she doesn't feel anything with two hanging on her body.

What's more, although their bodies did not deform, both Xi I and Xi II adjusted themselves in extreme postures, making their flesh and blood stick together to the greatest extent, and even the weight distribution was somewhat ergonomic.

With such efforts, the hug that was previously said to be impossible to have a second time in such a short period of time was instantly achieved.

Even the effects live up to the name.

Fu Qian could clearly feel that at the moment the embrace was completed, the intoxicating fragrance almost directly sublimated to the spiritual level.

The pleasure of breaking the void is nothing more than this.

Even the crying that had originally seemed transcendent was completely suppressed at that moment and was almost inaudible.

call--

Even the hugger himself seemed unable to resist.

The veil had fallen off during the entanglement process, and the two Hilaria heads, resting on the shoulders on both sides in a rotationally symmetrical posture, seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

His eyes were tightly closed, only his hot breath came out.

Of course, even so, Fu Qian still remembered their identities clearly——

On the right shoulder is Xi I, and on the left shoulder is Xi II.

It seems that this should be Dorian's maximum use of the two Hilaria dolls.

Before clearing them out, he was apparently caught in an infinitely lasting double hug.

Even for myself, in this situation, I need to put in a lot of effort to constantly fight against the feeling of letting everything go with the wind.

Even remember to fight it.

……

Finally it's a little interesting, Brother Dorian did not disappoint.

Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the result of the two-way efforts of the doctor and the patient.

The purpose of this trip has always been clear, which is to find any means that may help himself and truly influence Akons.

No matter how big the side effects are.

Therefore, Fu Qian had no intention of getting rid of this state of being embraced from all sides, even though his mind seemed to be walking on the edge of a cliff.

And the shape of the three heads might easily scare people in the dark.

"what--"

The next moment, there was a scream from behind.

Of course it wasn't Hilaria III. Although the voice was familiar, it belonged to another lady.

"hello."

Fu Qian turned around and greeted Sarah, who was dressed as a bride.

She was supposed to be waiting silently in the church upstairs, but she actually came straight over.

Dorian was so proactive that he was not satisfied with the temporary results and continued to work hard.

It's comforting.

"Hehe...hello, you're from outside."

Not only did Sarah run downstairs on her own initiative, but her mental state seemed even more intense than when they first met.

After the initial shock, she seemed to accept Fu Qian's look effortlessly, and even laughed as she looked him up and down.

"Did you hear a particular sound?"

"what sound?"

There was nothing unusual on Fu Qian's face, nor on the two faces on his shoulders.

"The crying, the crying of a child, is right down here."

Sarah spoke firmly, looking around.

……

  Was it this that attracted you?

As the mother of the Son of God, it seems reasonable that she has a special affinity and sensitivity to this.

Although it was difficult for him to sense the crying at this moment, Fu Qian silently commented on Sarah who had made her intention clear.

In any case, the situation at hand is very clear - Sarah, the most radical among the puppets, has blocked herself underneath with an even more radical attitude.

Given that the longer you are hugged, the less hope there is of escaping.

Since he hadn't taken action to get rid of the two Hilarias, dragging himself into the church by any means was obviously a reasonable choice.

"I heard a little bit too. Is it your child?"

Of course, everyone would behave radically. Fu Qian had no intention of beating around the bush and expressed his agreement directly.

He was not going to give the serious Dr. Dorian any chance to slack off.

"…It's my child. Have you seen it?"

The power of sincerity is indeed strong. Even Sarah, who quickly got into the state, couldn't help but be silent for a moment at that moment.

But it only took a short while, and soon she completed the debugging and stared at Fu Qian and asked back.

"As a mother, I have to say that you are a bit too careless."

Fu Qian shook his head and severely criticized this mistake.

"But don't be too sad. Look, is this your child?"

As he spoke, Fu Qian turned sideways, so that the face on his right shoulder was facing Sarah.

……

"No, she's Hilaria."

Seemingly a little confused by the question, Sarah looked at it for a few seconds before finally shaking her head.

"What about this one? Is this the child you dropped down there?"

Fu Qian turned around and pointed his left shoulder at Sarah again.

“…No, this is still Hilaria.”

After a pause, Sarah continued to shake her head.

"What an honest mother you are, but I'm sorry that I can't give these two to you for the time being."

He highly praised the other party's honesty, and the next moment he seemed to remember something.

"Where's the child's father? Why haven't we seen him yet after such a big incident?"

The child’s father…

For Sarah in front of him, this was obviously the first time she was asked this question.

And as a lady still wearing a wedding dress, this question is undoubtedly very sharp.

"Why must there be..."

And when she finally spoke, her immediate answer was surprisingly similar to the last time, once again demonstrating the puppet's reflection of her nature.

"Even if I tell you, you won't understand. A simple title can never truly represent Him!"

However, what was said the second time was a little special.

Why does it seem like some of Hilaria's lines were plagiarized?

Facing Sarah who was getting more and more excited, Fu Qian naturally recalled the experience of sitting and discussing with Hilaria in the church.

A simple title, or even the medium of language itself, is always a distortion of the higher being.

Although strictly speaking, this is not necessarily wrong.

  But it would be fine if Hilaria, a saint driven crazy by faith, could come up with such an extreme idea, but Sarah actually had the same consistent feeling?

Aren’t these indigenous people of Akons a little too intelligent?

Fu Qian, who had gained something new, naturally began to think about the reasons behind this strangeness.

"what--"

Although at the same time, Sarah heard screams that didn't sound like human screams, they were already rolling in.

And one of her hands was already pressing on her lower abdomen again.

However, this time, she was completely different from her previous cautiousness. As soon as she screamed, she reached in and grabbed it, then tore it apart.

"Even if I have an heir, I can't—"