The five thousand year old girl of Meiman

The man finally came to his senses, slumped on the ground, and looked at Diana blankly.

Diana had already finished the phone call before the man came to his senses. What she said was a phone call was actually just asking Fisk to come.

The golden mantra lasso tightly bound the man's upper body in an instant. The man only felt that his upper body was tightly bound, and there was a slight burning sensation coming from the golden mantra lasso.

"Did the High Table send you here?" Diana started to ask the man while pulling the lasso of truth.

The man didn't want to speak at first, but the burning sensation from the mantra lasso and the burning heat that invaded his soul forced him to speak: "No, it was the God King who said he wanted to see you, so he asked me to act as his proxy. I'm here."

The moment he spoke the truth, most of the heat from the Lasso of Truth had disappeared.

"Where is the High Table?" Diana didn't believe that as a general existence of the Dark Council, she would not know that she and Fisk had reached a cooperation to allow Fisk to enter the High Table.

"The High Table is just waiting to see what happens. Even the representatives of the gods cannot enter the highest meeting of the High Table." The man answered Diana's question. Although Diana only said four words, the man now wanted to put himself Tell the woman in front of you everything you know.

"To put it bluntly, you are just the work of the gods. Why did the highest meeting of human organizations let you in?" Diana knew very well what these people were thinking. It was just that the gods had ignored their affairs for too long, and gradually they stopped. Just go and fear the gods.

Isn't that the case?

No one can escape from this law. Those who are close will be resented, and those who are far away will be resented.

That's the reason.

You can kill 99 bad guys, but if it affects someone who is not a bad guy, then you are a sinner.

Diana has no interest in the power struggle within the High Table. She has only one purpose, to make Fisk a new member of the High Table.

Diana flicked the mantra lasso, and the golden lasso left the man, leaving only the man in the suit who was still trembling.

"No, aren't you going to ask?" The man couldn't believe it. They just let him go so simply?After asking a total of two innocuous questions, did he stop torturing himself?

"You little guy, what do you have to ask?" Diana looked a little disappointed as she looked at the ice cream that had turned into a puddle.

"Then I can't leave?" The man stood up and asked Diana.

Diana shook her head: "You have to stay here for a while, someone will take you away." Diana picked up the ice cream that was no longer edible, threw it into the garbage bag, and then walked to the kitchen, ready to make something Eat something to eat.

The man couldn't understand why Diana left him alone like this. As long as he could communicate with the God King again, he could escape at any time.

The man closed his eyes and was about to start communicating when he heard Diana's voice.

"By the way." Diana stuck her head out from the kitchen and said, "I hope you didn't try to communicate with that old guy Zeus. I not only erased his consciousness in you before, but also eliminated the relationship between you two. contact."

The man opened his eyes and looked at Diana in horror.

Seeing that the man's expression was wrong, Diana also understood that this guy seemed to have tried: "It seems that you have tried it and it's okay. If you fail a few times, you will believe it."

After Diana finished speaking, she resumed her great work in the kitchen. After all, she held a press conference today and was a little tired. She wanted to make herself a delicious meal to make up for it.

Although Diana was telling the truth, the problem is that people who have been living in a dark world are inherently unable to trust others wholeheartedly.

The man closed his eyes again and tried to communicate with the Greek gods again, but he soon discovered that Diana was right, and he had completely lost the ability to communicate with the gods.

He was like a loach out of water, paralyzed on the ground.

"Jingle Bell..."

At this time Diana's visitor phone rang.

"Hello." Wiping her hands, Diana ignored a rotten fish-like man and answered the phone.

"Hello, Miss Prince, there are three people who say they are your friends and are here to visit you." The front desk said cautiously, "The leader of them is called Winston."

Diana didn't hesitate and just told the front desk that these three people were indeed her friends and hung up the phone.

The receptionist looked at the three men in front of her. Winston made her feel like an old-time British gentleman, but the other two men he brought with him did not look like good people at first glance.

"Can we visit Miss Prince?" Winston had a gentle smile on his face. He seemed to have always been like this, and there had never been any time when he was so shocked.

"Okay, okay. Miss Prince has agreed to your visit."

"Thank you." Winston tipped his hat to the lady at the front desk, and then led the three people behind him to the elevator that led directly to Diana's apartment.

After Diana hung up the phone, she kicked the rotten fish lying on the ground.

"Someone will pick you up in a moment." After saying that, Diana dived into the kitchen again.

The dull eyes of the man on the ground slowly regained some of their sparkle. Perhaps he no longer wanted to be a mere puppet-like agent of the gods.

He's going to the high table, the real high table.

A bold and feasible method appeared in his mind.

"Ding!"

The elevator arrived at Diana's apartment, and Winston and his party appeared in front of the man.

"Mr. Antonio." Winston bowed slightly to the man lying on the ground, then didn't move, just waiting for Diana to appear.

Diana had no intention of caring about Winston and the others at the moment. Her feast was about to be finished, which was a more important matter.

After all, she was actually very lazy. She was interested in training as a child, but not so interested in other things like cooking.

But because she is old enough, what she can cook can barely compare with top chefs from all over the world.Who kept her alive long enough?

As long as you live long enough, even the most difficult things will gradually become easier...except for math problems.

Now, as long as she can avoid cooking by herself, she will basically not cook. At most, she will cook it herself and eat it occasionally when the food outside is really not to her liking.

While Diana was putting away her big meal, Winston was still standing in the living room with a calm expression, without any suspicion that he was being bullied.

As the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, he has seen all kinds of people, and now he just came to see a god who really lives in the world.What's more, this god appeared in everyone's sight in an upright manner, and there was no need to worry about the sudden murderous behavior.

In a sense, the place where they stood now was much safer than the Continental Hotel.

The man on the ground also got up, but like Winston, he chose to wait for the man to come out of the kitchen.

Even though they all knew that the other party was their mission, no one dared to act rashly.

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