It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 166 The vests gathered for a short while

"That's what I mean." A little pink-haired boy stood next to Qianzhu with a complaining look on his face.

"Indeed, there are so many consciousnesses in this world." The baby-faced girl with blond hair and blue eyes stood on the other side of Qianzhu and let out a light sigh.

Alex sat next to R, folding a poker card in his hand, lowering his eyes and speaking in a cold tone, "If we play this way, the world consciousness will target me more."

"Who cares? If it has the guts, just let it 'accidentally' kill me right now!" Siethelin looked nonchalant, even swinging his legs leisurely.

"Ha~ If it dares, I will also let the believers of the church deal with the protagonists~" Murataya raised her eyebrows slightly, and her scarlet lips curved into a wicked arc.

01: Slurp~ So many hosts! So many times happier hahahahahaha!

But...it glanced at Qianzhu, who was smiling and very calm, then looked at the four vest clones with different emotions, and fell into deep thought again.

My dear host, you are not schizophrenic, right? You are not suffering from split personality, right?

It will not admit that it cannot scan the host's mental condition!

"Hey, there are two more clones?" Siethelin suddenly glanced around.

Bechfinger: Watching those stupid humans punching the air, please do not disturb.

Bertrand: I am obsessed with acting and earning a lot of emotional points, please don't disturb me.

Murataya sighed with emotion, "Ah, as a winery employee, I'm so busy~"

"That's right." Siethelin nodded in agreement, then fell into Qianzhu's arms.

Murataya glanced at him, pushed him away, and pulled Qianzhu to her side.

Siethelin: "..."

R and Alex looked at each other and stood up.

R picked up Murataya, and Alex grabbed Suetelin.

Qianzhu smiled and said, "Goodbye."

Murataya and Siethrin glared at each other as they were led away.

Only R's magnetic and gentle voice remains.

“Good night, My Gods.”

Qianzhu got up and went to the bathroom, turning off the four clones.

After wiping the water droplets off her face, Qianzhu looked at herself in the mirror calmly, then suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

He murmured quietly.

“Good night, my light.”

……

Vermouth gently pushed open Bertrand's door, and in the dim light saw a young man squatting in the corner of the bed, his face buried in his arms, like a cat locked in the corner because of fear.

"Sweetheart?" she whispered.

But the other party seemed not to hear it and did not move.

She walked lightly to the bed and sat down, turning on the night light on the bedside table, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Bertrand looked up, his eyes were a little red, as if he had just cried.

Vermouth's heart tightened, "If you are unhappy, please tell your sister, okay?"

After all, he is the little guy that I have watched and loved grow up, how can I bear to see him sad?

Bertrand looked up at her and said in a muffled voice, "You are all bad people..."

"Yes, yes, we are all bad guys. Who made our lovely little Bai-chan sad?"

Vermouth nodded in agreement, and a gentle smile appeared on her charming face, as if she felt warmth on a snake covered with cold scales.

"It's all your fault!" Bertrand's eyes became even redder, tears of grievance welling up in his eyes.

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——Good night, my God.

—Good night, my light.