To Four Thousand Years Later

The whole world seemed to be frozen.

There are many runes floating in the completely restored temple. When the translucent brilliant golden rune is spinning, it occasionally flashes a little iridescent halo suddenly. And Amon stood on the statue behind Pharaoh, looking down at Solomon.

Solomon raised his head without fear and looked directly at the **** that appeared in front of his eyes.

...how many, some are out of handicap.

The appearance of Demon God Amon. It's a little different than Solomon imagined.

It was a rather petite girl. The face is exquisite, and the pupils are dark golden with some redness. Her height is less than 1.5 meters, and her skin is extremely light brown. The most conspicuous thing is the golden crown inlaid with emerald green gemstones she wears, and the long platinum-blonde hair below it that is unkempt and falls down to her calves. And behind the crown, there are two decorative tail feathers that flare out to the sides like wings. The two long tail feathers at the end of the crown were almost silver platinum, and the farther away from her the more shining, and the golden halo became more intense. At the end of the feather, two small suns are formed. And, the most conspicuous yellow name above her head.

Ke Meng, six hundred and eighty-four years old. This was undoubtedly the oldest person Solomon had ever met.

"Do I look good?" Amon asked coldly. Her voice is very serious, but the immature feeling can be heard in that crisp and melodious high-pitched voice. Although Baimon looked younger than her, his voice was a very cold and neutral voice. It sounds like not only can't tell the difference between men and women, but also can't tell the age.

Solomon just hugged the cat and smiled calmly: "Yeah, it's quite cute.

Amon heard that there was no change in the expression.

Not angry, not shy. She just glanced at Solomon calmly, and jumped down lightly from the statue. The petite girl floated down melodiously like a dandelion.

And after she landed on the ground, she was only as high as Solomon's chest, and even shorter... Of course, if the height of the hat is included, she will be much taller than Solomon when she lowers her head "Solomon

Ah Wei sniffed the air lightly, and said seriously: "She said you are a very good king, a very interesting human being. I saw it today. She is right."

Hearing this, Solomon just smiled and didn't say anything.

Then Amon turned his head to Yastaru, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Long time no see. It's time to call you Yastaru.

Yes, Lord Amon. haven't seen you for a long time.

Yastaru smiled lightly, knelt down to embrace Amon intimately, and kissed Amon's cheek. And Amon also raised the corners of his mouth, patting Yastaru on the back like coaxing a child. She rubbed against Jastaru's white collarbone like a little bird.

"Yes. Lord Father and Lord Amon are good friends who have known each other since childhood.

Yastaru nodded: "She is like my aunt...I respect her very much. Amon smiled gratifiedly, and stretched out his small hand to stroke Yastaru's hair: "Seven hundred years No, I've changed so much now, I thought you kid wouldn't recognize me.

Yastaru said solemnly: Although Master Amon's appearance has become much smaller, his heart has not changed...I can still recognize it.

"It's changed too... more or less changed."

The corners of Ah Suan's mouth rose, and she stretched out her tender tongue to lick Yastaru's neck, which was so itchy that she couldn't help but let Amon go with a smile. Amon withdrew his toes that had been quietly raised, and fell back to the ground with a thud: the power of time... God can't do it either.

As she spoke, she turned her head to Solomon, and said solemnly, "You too." Solomon nodded, but his heart was unexpectedly calm: "But I will try my best to change it to a better place... I will gradually take on myself duty of.

"Is this your promise? Amon raised his eyebrows. He crossed his arms. His voice was quite elegant but very old-fashioned.

"This is my oath." Solomon answered equally seriously.

The corners of Amon's mouth slowly rose, and after a long time, he finally couldn't help laughing. She raised her toes and patted Yastaru's head in an old-fashioned way: "Not bad. Just like your mother, he has a good eye for men. Although this man is a bit stubborn, his heart is kind. That's it That's enough. Amon straightened his face again, and Solomon, who was chuckling, also became serious. She opened her arms to Solomon, and said seriously in a childish voice: "Give me Bastet first.

She embraced the daughter transformed by her own eyeballs, and her pair of dark golden pupils suddenly became brighter.

She glanced at Solomon, and raised her brows in surprise: "Huanti... well, she's also quite healthy. Why don't you have any children yet?"

…

Solomon felt that this scene seemed a little familiar. Amon looked at Solomon again, then sighed: "Okay... I understand. Ever since she hugged Bastet, her eyes were so sharp that Solomon even felt a little pain: "By the way, just to remind you, Yastaru's domain is resurrection, not healing. Don't use her healing ability too often. At least three days before getting down to business. Otherwise, you will never have children in another thousand years, remember? "...Yes, thank you very much."

Solomon blinked, coughed and nodded.

He also seems to understand something

In addition, my chief priest is acting a little immature, and I hope you will not spread the news to the outside world.

Amon looked at Solomon, the expression on his immature and delicate face was still very serious: "Is it okay?" Solomon hesitated for a moment before realizing that the "chief priest" in Amon's mouth was "Pharaoh Psusenes II" the meaning of.

...Perhaps, in her heart, this Dharma practitioner just made up the numbers from the beginning. So he thought for a while, then nodded. Solomon's serious attitude of answering after thinking about it seemed to please Amon. She nodded in satisfaction, licked her mouth, and the corners of her mouth were relaxed. ...the great God Amon, I..."

Psucenas, who was watching from the sidelines, had been completely stupid since Solomon and Amon began to communicate on an equal footing.

But when he heard this sentence, he still barely restrained the fear and bewilderment in his heart, and opened his mouth to try to attract Amon's attention.

Sure enough, as he wished, Amon looked over at him. But just for a moment before God Amon, he felt a strong pain from his body, his clothes immediately burned, and his skin felt burning pain.

However, these pains were still acceptable to Psuscenes II, who was once a priest of Amon. But the real pain comes from the heart. Amon's gaze was engraved in his mind. Just remembering that moment, he felt a burst of tearing pain coming from his head. The more painful, the more he couldn't help recalling; the more he restrained himself from remembering that moment, the look Instead, it reappeared in his mind repeatedly.

Amon looked at him with disappointment: "Now you can't bear my gaze at all... Your heart is full of selfishness and restlessness. It is completely different from you when you were young, Amon Great. God…

Pharaoh cried out in pain, the voice of the weak screamed.

He was naturally very familiar with that flame.

That is the divine fire that executes the liar, the rebellious, the selfish. An impure heart will turn into a raging flame, and the more malicious it is towards others, the more it will burn. "Although what Solomon said later became more and more outrageous...but what he said before was still good. Solomon can make Egypt prosperous, make the people of Egypt happy, make the land of Egypt rich and make the country of Egypt indestructible more than you. Amon just continued to stare at him, sighing in disappointment: "It's my fault. Not enough to be king. She looked at the pharaoh who was burning more and more vigorously. The golden flame gushed out from the depths of his throat, but his aging appearance became younger and younger. In the end, in the flames of pain, the pharaoh returned to his thirty-two-year-old appearance...but his life also came to an end.

Heroic and full of enthusiasm—in the past six hundred years, she has seen too many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths, and the changing times. She just looked at Solomon, and Solomon looked at her without fear. A few seconds later, the corner of Amon's mouth rose for a moment, and then flattened immediately.

"Let me ask you—are you interested in becoming the next Dharma Master?" Amon asked Solomon.