Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 665 The big adventure of a small holiday

Even the priests in black robes following Fuprei also frowned.

In their view, although Fuprei is ignorant, he is not so ignorant.

Is it possible for the paranoid eager to prove one's ability to drive a person so crazy?

The tall priest couldn't help reminding again in a low voice: "Ms. Jiebai is the one who values ​​promise and credit the most among the thirteen chiefs of Myriad Land. Her promise...is trustworthy."

Seeing Fuprei staring over with red eyes, he quickly added: "This is not a personal judgment, but a judgment from the Holy Land Supervision Office."

Fuprei didn't say anything more, instead he gave his subordinates a cold look, and then turned his fanatical eyes on Ms. Clean White.

Obviously, he has made up his mind and just waits for the other party to give an answer.Is it to give in and indulge, or to die together.

Ms. Jiebai was immediately caught in a dilemma.

She was originally a rare conservative representative in the Land of Me, and she didn't want any mistakes in the things she handled.

There are a few true gods in the opponent's hands who are not bad, and whose realm is at least above [He Yi].

If they were forced to suppress them, they would naturally not be invincible in the Land of Myriad, but I was really not sure whether they would give the opponent an instant chance to kill the hostages.

What's more, she didn't know Qu Yun's attitude towards the Holy Light Knights.After all, the other party is one of the thirteen kingdoms of God, and was invited by the master.

Although she is not afraid of taking responsibility, and according to the customs of the Land of Myriad, Qu Yun will not punish her even if something serious happens.

But Ms. Jiebai will blame herself very much.

At this time, Zhen Cheng, who had been looking at Fuprei with a playful face, suddenly spoke:

"If the teacher handles this matter, he will probably choose to let them have a sweet dream, and wake up and be thrown into the fallen angel's lair, right?"

"No, that woman is not as kind as my sister thinks. She is also far more unscrupulous than us."

Sister A answered implicitly, but the implication was self-evident.

Once Qu Yun made a move, she would never give the mission a chance to live as a demon.

The corner of Ms. Jiebai's eyes twitched: "Leave this matter to me, please."

She felt that these two guys were fighting each other, and she was afraid that the envoy who had gone mad would insist on making things worse.

As for the motives of the two, she didn't think deeply about it.Although I have known the information of the two people for a long time, after all, it is only a few hours to see each other with my own eyes.

The camps are on opposite sides, and in her eyes, [Poet Killing Order] and [Red Lotus Death] represent the extreme of chaos, and the other represents the extreme of evil.Do things like this kind of fanning the flames and fearing that the world will not be chaotic need a reason?
However, Zhen Cheng winked at her, and asked Sister A with a smile: "Sister, did you want to do it early in the morning? The family who just took in was forcibly taken away and beaten in the face. With my sister's temper, how can I bear this?" humiliation?
Let me guess, are you worried that your impulsiveness will affect my task evaluation? "

Miss A was speechless, and silently looked away.

Unlike Ms. Jiebai, she is quite sure that once Zhen Cheng utters such a playful tone, it means that she has already made up her mind.

Sure enough, Zhen Cheng stood on tiptoe slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke her hard red hair, and whispered:
"I'm not useless yet. I need to make my sister swallow her anger to solve the problem.

We support each other together, I am my sister's brain, and my sister is my blade.If the blade becomes hesitant and no longer sharp in order to take care of the work of the brain, then things will become troublesome, are you right? "

Ai Luogensi closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the aroma passing by the tip of her nose, and suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Are you sublimated again?"

Zhen Cheng blinked provocatively, turned around with a smile: "We have always been going hand in hand, how can we be left behind by my sister this time?"

Unsurprisingly, the time spent chatting between the two, Fupree exhausted his patience.

His eyeballs became as red as when Sister A showed her divine body, and they obviously protruded from the eye sockets. The veins on his forehead and neck were tense, and even the nearby skin seemed to be transformed into some kind of gravel-like condition, with a hard texture. The crumbs fall.

"Kill them!" he growled, his voice resonating with something deep.What sounds pronounced is not the vocal cords, but an abyss connected deep in the throat.

"No! Something is wrong with the flag bearer!" Behind Fuprei, the tall priest shouted loudly.

A few seconds ago, he was still thinking about whether he should find an excuse to stop Fuprei from going mad if his young master insisted on going his own way.

He is loyal, but not to the mad second generation ancestor, but only to certain senior officers of the knight order.

He didn't want to be buried with the death of some stupid guy when he didn't receive any instructions and didn't know the real intention of the Grand Master sending them here.

Unexpectedly, the pretexts made up turned into reality.At this moment, he really felt that the state of his banner officer was very abnormal.

As the eldest son of the grand regiment leader, although the young master Fuprei lacks actual combat experience, he still has some fighting power in terms of realm.

It's just that what he learned to use since childhood was the power of the Holy Light.How do you think it looks like it's about to transform?

Seeing the other party's performance, Zhen Cheng laughed contemptuously.

She didn't know what the main members of the Holy Light Knights looked like, but just looking at the missions sent by the knights who represented the ultimate goodness and order in the entire heavens this time was enough to make people believe in the morality they believed in. full suspicion.

In a mere mission of dozens of people, everyone has their own ghosts.

Forget about those ignorant second-generation ancestors.Several priests and knights who have obviously received special training and are worthy of attention in terms of strength and vision, it seems that none of them are willing to desperately persuade them or follow orders regardless of the reason.

In this regard, even ordinary civilians in Harmony Town, who hate fighting the most in the Land of Myriad and hide in a quiet corner at the end of the universe, are inferior.

Just when Fpurui gave the order and the tall priest stopped him, the moment Erwin hesitated, the killer sister who was pinched by him pulled out the dagger from nowhere, and suddenly stabbed it towards his waist.

"Run!" she yelled to the little girl in Erwin's other hand, and kept saying to herself:

Don't shake your hands, don't use your strength to death, and leave room for unexpected changes in the future.Don't try to attack the head and neck, face-to-face sneak attack only has a chance on the lower part of the body away from the opponent's field of vision...

Studying and memorizing killing techniques is the daily homework and entertainment of the little sisters.

Just like believers would silently recite scriptures when their nerves were tense, retelling the killing techniques would make it easier for them to calm down.

The dagger was successfully poured into Erwin's body, but the little girl in Harmony Town struggled violently but couldn't break free at all.

The killer sister only felt that the dagger was not pierced into the body, but as if the force was exerted on the air.

The realm gap between the two is too big, this is a dimensional crush.

The villain drawn on the paper struggles to wield the delicately depicted sword, which cannot cut the readers outside the paper.

(End of this chapter)