I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 131 Alliance
"I don't know, John, whether you want to steal Winfreys' secret technology, or you want to hide in the hospital to learn other esoteric knowledge, or you want to manipulate people's hearts and subvert the church to have some fun... But I Knowing your plan is definitely not a good thing for Crossroads Hospital and Winfrey Morgan! This is enough!"

"As a half-priest of the Crossroads Hospital, I have a lot of secrets within the religious order. Those are the details that Clovitt has been exposed to but neglected on a daily basis. It will definitely provide a lot of help for your plan."

"We can form an alliance, you and I, work together to overthrow Winfrey's rule and overthrow the entire Crossroads Hospital!"

"John, if you are willing to join hands with me, at [-] o'clock in the evening, exert the influence of moths on Clovist, arouse the buzzing in her head to interfere with her mind, and I will appear again."

After Emma finished saying this, she immediately pushed Watson down on the bed in a hurry, and roughly tore off Watson's pajamas, exposing the hideous muscle fiber layer that was dripping blood red inside.

"You will blame all the reasons for these molt injuries on me later, just say—"

Emma's words stopped abruptly, the muscles on her face convulsed like epileptic convulsions, and the gloomy and anxious expression faded away, replaced by a cheerful and lively smile.

Croweette is back.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw John's shocking chest, the bare scarlet skin, and the blood oozing from the skin peeling wound had completely soaked the inner clothes.Her memory still remained that the three of them had just left the woodland, and seeing this scene, she couldn't help exclaiming, "Ah! John, why..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Clovette felt the remaining magic power of the cup and moth in the room. She looked at Watson's painful expression and looked down at her bloody nails. She already understood the reason for her good friend's injury— —It's my sister!My sister came out to mess around again while I was asleep! ! !

"Is it my sister who hurt John like this!!!" Croweite asked and answered herself, "It must be my sister who has exerted the influence of the moth on you and forced you to shed your skin!"

"Mr. Winfreys is too right. I shouldn't let my guard down and let my sister run out. Sure enough, I have made a big mistake now, and you have hurt John like this!"

Clovette was so anxious that she was about to cry. She hurriedly lifted up the peeling skin of her good friend who was tortured by her sister, and reattached it to the corresponding part. The surging vitality pumped out from the pulsation of the body and heart, and was transmitted to John's body again through the palm of his hand. At the same time, this vitality was also awakening the other's unformed heart, forcing the other's heart to beat actively, and the vitality was also suppressed when the blood was rushing. squeezed out.

Fresh blood mixed with vitality oozes from the exposed skin, and then flows back under the control of Clovette's magic power. The backflow force pulls the peeling skin and sticks it tightly again.

But building is always more difficult than destroying, and healing is always more difficult than hurting.

Croweite tried his best to heal the injury on Mr. Watson's chest barely, but the injuries in other parts could not be healed completely on the spot.

"No, Clovette must clean up the troubles caused by my sister!"

Thinking of this, she tried to squeeze out a little vitality from her body again, but she felt in a trance for a moment, and she couldn't stand still all of a sudden, and fell on Watson's intact chest.

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When Cloweette woke up, she was already lying in the inpatient ward of the hospital, and the bed next to her was John lying on his back.

John was lying prone on the hospital bed at the moment, the clothes on his back were open, covered with bloody bandages, exuding a strong smell of blood and herbs.

Hearing the sound of the neighboring bed struggling to get up, Watson put down the book, turned his head to look at the pale girl, and squeezed out a pale smile, "Crowett, you are awake."

Clovette is not a fool, she knew that she must have used too much mana to squeeze her vitality and fainted from exhaustion when she saw the scene in front of her... It seems that John called other church members and moved us to the hospital
She shook her dazed head, only feeling that although she was physically exhausted, her heart was full of excited desire to exercise. Now she really wanted to get out of bed, stretch her rusty body well, and dance happily .But she also cared about John, who was hurt by letting go of her sister.

Clovet struggled to get out of bed, "John, how are you? It's all my fault, I didn't wake up immediately after returning from Mansu, which caused my sister to run out, making you like this—"

She had just stepped on the ground, and when she stood up abruptly, she felt her head dizzy for a while, seeing stars spinning around, and fell back to the hospital bed all of a sudden.

Seeing this, Watson quickly waved his hand to signal the other party to stop, "I'm fine. Nello has already helped me deal with the injury and given some special drugs. He said that I will be able to fully recover and continue working in a day or two."

"It's you, Clovet, who has exerted too much of your heart power, which has caused a great burden on your spirit. You must take a good rest these few days, and restrain your restless desire to exercise in order to prevent your heart from getting out of control. "

"That's right, you've already been prescribed medicine... that's good." Croweite didn't seem to have the words behind Watson, but only thought that the other party's injury had been treated, and finally showed a relaxed smile.

But in an instant she stood up again, "No, why didn't Mr. Nero heal John's injury directly? He must be lazy and didn't want to use mana...Let me heal your injury directly for you."

Speaking of that, Clovet staggered out of bed again, chanting words that even the deceased could not help but want to climb out of the grave and continue dancing after hearing it.

But before her eyes became dark and her vision was blurred, she groped her way to the hospital bed next door, and felt an unquestionable force from the inner sockets of her knees and shoulders, and immediately picked her up in her arms and placed her on the soft bed. on the bed.

"Okay, Clovette, just stay still and don't move...Nello has already warned me to keep an eye on you, and you are not allowed to get out of bed casually. It is best to tie you firmly on the bed with a restraint belt. Don't move, either," Watson said softly, and the bandages on his back began to ooze blood again.

He stroked Clovet's head and softly sang the lullaby that the other party sang last night, "Go back to sleep and have a good rest, you don't want to lose control of your mind and become a deformed monster."

"Yeah." Croweite nodded slightly, listening to her mother's lullaby, and fell asleep again.

Watson, on the other hand, took out his pocket watch, and the fat hour hand was about to reach the position of VI, which was the position of [-] o'clock in the evening.

He looked at Clovite who was sleeping soundly like a kitten, recalling Emma's words, the moth in his skull flapped its wings slightly.

(End of this chapter)