Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

There is huge energy hidden in plain words, just like the splash caused by a stone falling into the water.

"By the way, can you really do it?" Amadeus expressed doubt about Allen's self-recommendation.

"Don't say that. Rousseau is one of the ancestors of our industry."

"......you win."

Alan spotted a guy who was negotiating with the head of a business. He was obviously a wealthy man.

—Because he really is rich (literally)

Alan pretended to be hit and accidentally bumped into him. After seeing the man's appearance, he quickly bowed his head and apologized to him.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to do that."

"Then get out of here, you untouchable."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away."

As he spoke, he reached under his belt. He didn't expect to take anything out, but after a few tries, he actually took out a small, delicate, and heavy purse.

Amadeus was stunned. When he repeated the same trick on several other people, he reaped great rewards and immediately pulled Amadeus away.

"You are amazing." Amadeus, who was counting the money, praised his way of making money.

"Oh, no one has survived until now without any special skills, especially in my extreme situation. By the way, Amadeus, what did you see I took out?"

"Isn't it just this kind of purse?"

"But what I got was a wallet." Alan smiled bitterly. He was becoming more and more confused about this patchwork Paris.

"That is to say." He stopped counting.

"Our understandings are actually different?"

"Go back and think about it carefully tonight. I feel like there's a reason why the two of us are in this space."

"Here, this is for you." After finishing the inventory, Amadeus handed a purse to Allen. "Labor fee."

"Forget about that. If you really want to thank me, then please invite us to your home. It would be a shame not to take a photo of this historic moment."

After the two parted at the intersection, Alan walked along the Seine River back the way he came.

Why did I wake up on the plane? Why weren't there other people here, but only Amadeus and I, the two people who were related to the Demon Pillar?

There are many problems that need to be solved, and now there is another one.

Scathach sat on the roadside railing and smiled at him.

"What should I call you? Alvin Vashak, or Alexander Allen?"

"Why are you here?"

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PS1: It’s a dead loop, save the child

PS2: Los Angeles Major qualifier team logo from xswl

Chapter 150 For Someone's Hope

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"You look surprised. I didn't expect that." She couldn't hide her surprise in her voice. This feeling was very strange. It was expected, but it was also completely unexpected; but it was also somewhat reasonable.

"It's not a good thing to disturb someone's sleep." Alan said unhappily, his face looking extremely ugly.

"You don't think this is all a dream, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know it very well yourself, don't you? The difference in timeline and cognition has brought the two seemingly incompatible things together in a very harmonious way, and only you and the musician have related memories."

"In other words, this is an open conspiracy targeting only the two of you."

"I see."

"You don't look surprised at all."

Finally, it came, the counterattack from this world.

I connected the Paris of 2009 and ①, ⑦, ⑧ and ⑨ together, and as anomalies between the two time periods, I and Amadeus were naturally pulled into this stitched world.

It's a familiar scene.

Every living thing has a subconscious desire to survive and live happily, but this is also the consciousness that becomes the most insane when it manifests itself on the outer layer. He has no way to refute this.

Who made him make a deal with the devil?

"A new question arises: how did you get in?"

"I am the queen of the Shadow Kingdom. It is not difficult for me to come in from the outside of the planet."

"Did you change your number?"

“That’s a very apt description.”

Before they knew it, the two of them seemed to be back in that burning city, saying or doing something embarrassing.

"It's time for me to go back."

"If King Solomon knew all this, what choice would he make?"

Scathach watched Alan's departing back with a smile, and set a trap for him while chatting and laughing. Anything that happened in this period that was rooted in his memory was not enough to affect the past that had become an established fact.

It was a gamble, and her bet was that Alan didn't know about it.

"what do you want me to do?"

He took the bait, he had to take the bait because he really didn't know.

Scathach did not answer immediately, but she whistled unabashedly to express her joy.

"night."

"What's the meaning."

"Come out and see it tonight."

"So what does it mean--" Alan turned around, and Scathach, who was originally sitting on the railing, had disappeared, leaving him alone.

"Oh." He shook his head. At this moment, Alan remembered the Oscar-winning Best Animated Short Film.

Poor Tom was being played around with and applauded by her.

"Let's go back."

After all, here, I am just a person who comes out to play with her during the vacation.

However, this is just the beginning.

"Alan, you're back. Guess who's here?"

Is there anyone here? And from the tone of Romani's voice, it seems to be someone I know.

"Even if it's someone I know, I won't know who it is if you don't tell me the name, Romani... Huh?"

"Long time no see, Alan."

Scathach, who had changed from black tights to black casual clothes, was sitting there, greeting him with a smile.

"I think the last time we met was in Southampton."

No, actually it was in Fuyuki.

Alan probably knew what role he was going to play. He tried hard to smile, but his expression was particularly awkward.

"Yeah, it's been a long time, Scathach."

I just saw him a few minutes ago!

"So your real name is Scathach. I was really shocked at first. After all, this name..."

"This name is the name of that Irish heroic teacher, right?" Scathach didn't seem surprised at this, as if everything was reasonable.

"After all, it's a niche name. But compared to this, I would like to ask Alan if you are willing to let me, the former owner of this house, stay here for a few days?" She kept winking at Alan. In Romani's eyes, it was an invitation, but in Alan's eyes, it was a naked threat.

"Of course I am willing! But where is your luggage, ma'am? You can't travel around the world empty-handed."

Her eyes turned into surprise, something she had not expected, but in the next second, she pointed to the door.

"By this time, the FedEx truck should be here."

Wait, FedEx?

"Beep."

It sounded like it was parked at the door, so Alan decided to go out and take a look.

I saw the FedEx staff opened the door of the carriage, took out a suitcase and put it on the ground.

"Sir, your luggage has arrived, please sign for it."

My luggage? Alan looked back and saw Scathach approaching with a plan in mind. She took the pen, signed her name on it, and handed it back.

“Thank you for your five-star rating and wish you a pleasant trip to France.”

"this......"

"Don't forget what happened tonight~" Scathach whispered in her ear.

Unfortunately...

As night fell, Romani, who had been on a plane all day, could no longer resist the fatigue signals sent by his body. He went to bed early and fell into a deep sleep.

"Is there anything in the rune that can help me sleep?"

"Is it necessary to do this?" Scathach was speechless about the demon god's obsession with her "king". She drew a rune and pulled Alan out the door.

"The door is closing too loudly!"

"Don't worry, it's enough for King Solomon to sleep until morning. What we are going to discuss now is about this bizarre Paris. I have good news to tell you that this place will not affect the people in Paris in real life, so you can rest assured about adapting to your ambiguous objects."

What does this self-talking look mean?

"However, it is one thing that it will not affect the surrounding areas, because no matter how things develop next, this city can only last for thirteen days."

"? Can only last thirteen days? What does that mean?"

"You'll see once you get out. This is the situation. The population of Paris has been slowly decreasing because of the 'wedge'."

"wedge?"

"Just go out and take a look, seeing is believing."

She grabbed the confused Alan and walked outside.

"Come on, continue repairing the first singularity, Alexander Allen."

This time, it was in response to someone's wish.

PS1: I really didn’t expect someone would dare to write this kind of book… Just imagine how it feels to have a wife who is in the adult industry.

Fortunately, this book has been reported.

PS2: Team Dog Mom lost in the auditions, wuwuwuwu

Astralis and OB made it to the qualifiers, LGD was on vacation at home, and Ame was sliding on his knees in the living room. They all have bright futures.

Chapter 151: Proof of Identification of Other Than the Target of Killing

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Sure enough, I still feel dizzy.

Although Alan felt that breathing the outside air would help him adapt, the cold night air made thinking more difficult.

"What's wrong, Alan? Do you think it's too early now?" Scathach leaned against the wall, smiled leisurely, and teased with a teasing look.

Alan just pretended not to hear and continued walking.

His brain began to work slowly. The moon was very bright today, and the bright moonlight seemed to make people dizzy.

They crossed the bridge and arrived at the downtown area. Electric lights had been turned on along the river, and the bright lights were connected. The streets were deserted, with only a few scattered light poles swaying back and forth in the empty space. Thousands and tens of thousands of white electric lights still emitted a strong glow in the loneliness.