The height, profile, and energy intensity have been determined...—The identity of the visitor is determined: Gill Valentien.


    Humph? So bold...?


    However, there seems to be something wrong with my thinking.


    She raised her tight hands—the thing she held tightly was… a pistol.


    Haha...


    The mental control brought by chemical substance P30 has indeed been lifted? This matter is unscrupulous, and I personally checked it with my mental power.


    Well...Europeans and Americans will not have to swallow my "pyram" because they learned about the subsequent detoxification.


    Liquid—and still in a coma, ignorant and unconscious—thus having murderous intentions?


    Where did the pistol come from? Don''t remember giving her a weapon? Yes, she did tie her up with darkness, but she didn''t search her body...


    No murderous intent...


    No external mental fluctuations...


    interesting…


    The muzzle approached my forehead inch by inch, and finally hit my forehead - although my physical strength was not enough to withstand the bombardment of close-range large-caliber guns without spreading my wings, but firstly, I had already ordered the shadow clone to be ready to go, and secondly, the advantage of the real clone technique is: if a clone needs to survive, "I" will not be in danger of life.


    And, if you really want to kill me, you don’t have to get the gun so close. With Jill’s gun technique, even standing at the door can easily make the target’s head bloom, so...


    Well, but I''ll play with her for the time being.


    At this moment, Jill spoke in a low voice as if he was muttering to himself.


    "Fallen Angel? It seems that everyone has been deceived by you... If there is a fallen Angel with such a poor alertness, then am I not a God?"


    "So you are not God, and I am indeed a fallen angel."


    Jill: "—"


    The person who responded was naturally me, and the other party was already blocked by the shadow clone coming out from behind in the blink of an eye with the "shadow lock" to block all actions - the pitch-black "tentas" were unceremoniously wrapped around her wrists, elbows, shoulders, hips, knees, ankles, neck and waist.


    "Um…"


    I sat up from the bed lazily and straight, bent my fingers and popped up a few magic flames in the air to illuminate them. I raised my hand and easily grabbed the gun from Jill''s palm, and then removed the magazine.


    "Oh? As I expected, the magazine was empty—can I answer my questions, Miss Gill Valentian?"


    "I don''t think I pose a threat to you..."


    Jill was calm in the face of change and could even smile at me - well, a forced smile.


    "So, can we let go of me first and then have a good talk?"


    "Ha...no problem."


    Without waving, just a thought, the shadow clone will be lifted from the "shadow lock" and silently return to my back, standing against the wall, hiding in the quiet darkness, like a mysterious ghost.


    "I think we have a whole night." ---This is the dividing line ---PS: "sacredseven" is decisively unfinished, how second-tier, how bloody, how Hideyoshi...


    Chapter 594 Gill Valentian