Chapter 809 Monkrel City! The Holy Son Appears
Tyrande blinked her beautiful big eyes and finally understood.
If Mu Zhi's injury this time cannot be repaired, then he will not be able to repair the black vortex.
In this case, the remnant soul of the prophetic bishop who has insight into the future will appear anyway and remind unpredictable people. He did not issue a warning in the first place, which means that unpredictable injuries can be repaired.
Even, very easy.
"You" Tyrande looked at Mo Yi with some surprise:
"I mean you had already thought of this when you met the inner demon, so you killed your consciousness?"
Mobi smiled and nodded: "However, there was nothing we could do at the time. Even if we couldn't repair the injury, we had no choice."
"If the conscious body is caught by the inner demon, you, me, all of us will be caught in his net, and no one will be spared."
Tyrande pondered for a moment, and still imagined the terrible consequences of being caught by the inner demon from the unpredictable words.
In that way, whether it is her, the Ring of Recovery in unpredictable hands, or even the home of the elves, they will all be exposed.
In order to keep these secrets, and for the future of the elves, Unpredictability has suffered a great loss.
Tyrande took a deep breath, her little face was full of fear, and she looked at the unpredictable and said:
"Fortunately, you are the Bishop of Heart Nightmare and can always make reasonable choices."
"Fortunately, I am your man and I can always do things to make you happy." Unpredictable chuckled.
Being teased again, Tyrande blushed even more and quickly stood up and straightened her robe.
Ever since there were more people around Mu Zhi, she had gradually understood what the bunny girl costume was all about. Not only had she changed back into her robe long ago, but she also wanted to give Mu Zhi a good beating.
"We will set off immediately to treat your soul wounds!" Tyrande couldn't wait.
Unpredictable smiled, pulled her back into his arms, and held her tightly.
"What are you anxious about?"
In the past, if this was the case, Tyrande would activate his abilities at will and make Mozhi fly into the air. This time, it seems that he was worried that Mozhi's injury would not recover, so he did not dare to take action.
She was hugged tightly like a lamb, as if all her strength had been lost, without any struggle.
"Anyway, your prophecy bishop has already seen it." Mo Zhi laughed, turned over and pressed her under him.
Tyrande's face was full of panic, and she reached out to cover her eyes, as if this could block some terrible monster.
"You, you. You are still injured. No."
"My injury is fine."
"It hasn't recovered yet." Tyrande's voice was trembling.
"What are you thinking? I mean, it's okay even if you haven't recovered! Otherwise, the prophecy that the remnant soul of the bishop would come out to warn you."
"You have taken advantage of our bishop. You can't even see whether he will show up for such a thing." Tyrande laughed angrily, her blush extending to her neck.
She suddenly embraced the unpredictable:
"You and I."
"you"
"Are you so entangled? Do you want to kill you? We must keep our promise, repair the passage and rescue all of you Albei?"
Tyrande opened her eyes after hearing this, her pupils filled with inexplicable complexity.
She seemed to be heartbroken, and a look of determination suddenly appeared on her face, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito:
"No I think I want to be with you."
"As long as I can be with you, nothing else matters. As long as you are safe."
"What a woman who forgets the righteousness of her homeland when she sees sex!" Mo Zhi said with a smile.
"No, you are not allowed to bully others." Tyrande's voice could no longer be heard.
Unpredictable suddenly waved the orange-level talisman and pulled the curtain to the end.
Two million words have been omitted here.
What a lovely spring afternoon.
Tyrande buried her head like an ostrich and helped Mo Zhi get dressed.
She looks like a little woman like this, without the domineering elf priestess's demeanor.
Unpredictable pressed her head lovingly:
"As usual, I have a message for you. It was said by Napoleon."
Tyrande raised his head, but the redness on his face still did not go away. He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:
"Who is Napoleon?"
Mu Zhi straightened his expression:
"The first soldier who goes in will come back with blood on his head - Napoleon Bonaparte."
Tyrande: "."
After thinking hard for a long time, Tyrande suddenly realized.
The whole body turned red as if it had been steamed.
Tyrande helped him out the door.
Everyone is in the suite living room.
When she met everyone again, Tyrande forced herself to resume her cold attitude as an elf priestess, pretending as if nothing had happened.
The old cat gave an unpredictable look, raised its two front paws, hugged its chest and smiled strangely.
Lu Yang stared straight at Tyrande, and was about to say something, when he felt a sudden pain in his back, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense.
Liu Qi stared at the pair of men and women with a pair of eyeballs without pupils, and said with a smile:
"The sister upstairs is so pitiful. Her boyfriend beats her every time until she screams!"
After speaking, she looked at the ceiling:
"But her boyfriend does love her. He only spanks her for two minutes each time and then stops."
Unpredictable: "."
Tyrande blinked in surprise.
I can't hold myself any longer, it's like being steamed again
Xiaobai tilted his head and looked at the two of them: "Who is Napoleon Bonaparte?"
Unexpectedly, I almost stumbled.
Tyrande seemed to remember something and pointed at Xiaobai: "You, Fu Yuan."
Xiaobai's little head tilted to the other side: "You are too immersed in it, and you didn't notice that I diffused the source of symbols to observe you."
"fight?"
Southern Province, Uttar Pradesh, Monkril city.
The three figures passed through the portal in mid-air and appeared above the city.
Tyrande held Mu Zhi, and at the same time took the devil boy Liu Qi with her, activating her ability to float in the sky.
"The bishop doesn't want to be more clear. Where can I find a woman?"
Unexpectedly felt the temperature in Tyrande's arms:
"Don't worry, it shouldn't be difficult."
"The four major sacrifices of the southern tribe were brought by the fragments of the Ring of Resurrection. If they are female, they should be wet slaves."
Among the four major sacrifices of the southern tribe, apart from Wu Niu and Yi Tian, the other two are Shi Nu and Clean Boy.
As for women, they can only be wet slaves.
"The Lord God Hesse, her ranking is only lower than that of the Wu Niu Sacrifice. She must be a half-spirit. However, she has not appeared for thousands of years."
Liu Qi was a little surprised when he heard this: "If it's at the semi-spirit level, we won't be able to handle it."
"Brother Mo is a waste now."
Mo Zhi nodded: "Don't worry, let's search along the Huan River first."
"The prophetic bishop will never lie to us."
The Huan River, the mother river of the Hesse people, also passes through the city of Montreal.
Tyrande, together with Mo Zhang and Liu Qi, hired a rickshaw and drove it along both sides of the Huan River twice, but found nothing.
"Normally, it should be easy to find a semi-spiritual person." Liu Qi wiped his sweat: "I have to say, the weather in the southern province is really hot."
Tyrande shook his head: "If you are at the semi-spirit level, you will be less likely to be discovered if you hide."
"What to do? It's unpredictable."
Mu Zhi raised his head and thought for a moment:
"That's weird!"
"It's true that the prophetic bishop always doesn't speak clearly and always resorts to occultism."
Tyrande and Liu Qi looked at each other: "You just said that there is no problem with predicting the bishop."
Unpredictable scratched his hair and called the rickshaw driver:
"Master, stop."
The tanned rickshaw driver stopped the car and wiped his sweat.
"I would like to ask you, is there any legend about Lord Shinu in our city of Monkril?"
Unexpectedly, since Shinu is so famous, if this god-level figure of Hesse was on the banks of the Monclir River, he would definitely leave some local legends or something like that.
Although I know that the so-called Hesse gods are just contractors, I can't stand the fact that the Hesse people love religion and belief. When gods and men stay in the world, they will inevitably leave many stories.
The coachman's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly knelt down on the ground, bowed his head three times in the sky, and then clasped his hands together in a Hesse ceremony:
"Your Excellency, Lord Wet Slave, I salute you from the bastard Pruitt Munsterk, toilet paper, blinds, toilet, flush toilet, and exhaust fan. I hope your great glory will be with you and me."
After saying that, he looked at Mo Zhi and the others, and was about to answer the question, but Mo Zhi asked him one step ahead:
"Brother, I guess your great mother must have given birth to you in the bathroom!"
The coachman immediately bowed and said, "That's true. Guest, you are so smart! When my mother gave birth to me, the hospital was crowded and I was born in the bathroom of the hospital."
Tyrande: "."
Liu Qi: "."
Mo Zhi turned to look at the two of them: "Look, I guessed it right."
Liu Qi snorted: "Isn't this obvious?"
Mo Zhi looked at the coachman: "If you can go to the hospital to give birth, you are considered one of the richest among the Hesse people."
"Right, because only the hospital bathrooms use toilet paper."
The coachman nodded repeatedly: "It seems that the guest is a friend of our Hesse people. He knows us so well."
Mo Zhi sighed in his heart: Look at this, that guy Moses has a long way to go. The first step in rebuilding the southern province - emancipating the mind, still has a long way to go.
Tyrande was concerned about her unpredictable injuries, so she had no intention of chatting and asked:
"Master Shinu is really here?"
The coachman nodded repeatedly, clasped his hands together, and said with pride on his face:
"To be honest, our city of Monkril is the former residence of Lord Shinu. Lord Shinu has been with our city of Monkrel for thousands of years."
Tyrande's eyes lit up: "Where is she?"
The coachman was a little unhappy when he heard this:
"How can Master Shinu be called an old lady? She is our ancestor of Hesse. She gave birth to 3,000 children for me, Hesse. She is an eternally young saint!"
Tyrande: "."
Mo Zhi chuckled, took out five silver coins and handed them over directly:
"Take us to see Old Man Shinu."
The coachman’s eyes flashed:
"Okay! I'll take you to that old woman's place right now."
Tyrande: "."
Liu Qi: "."
Ten minutes later, the three people stood on the bank of the Huan River, looking at the statue more than ten meters high in the tower, looking at each other.
Coachman: "This is the great Lord Shiva."
This time, even Mu Zhi felt the corners of his mouth twitching.
this statue
After all, she is still a woman, and she predicted that the remnant soul of the bishop would not deceive me.
"A statue?" Tyrande muttered to himself.
Liu Qi was also surprised:
"This is really on the bank of the Huan River."
In front of you is the quietly flowing Huan River, and at your feet is the river embankment. The tower where this statue is located is on the river embankment. Like the Huan River Temple in Bancarol City, it is worshiped by thousands of people in Hesse.
The Fuyuan Spirit Snake spread out unpredictably, only to find that its soul was injured at this time. The Fuyuan Spirit Snake at the orange level only had an attack range of more than thirty meters, and could not reach the statue in the tower at all.
Tyrande: "Let's get closer."
Tyrande supported the unpredictable man with one hand, as if supporting his own man, and held Liu Qi with the other hand, as if holding a child.
Three people entered the tower.
Sure enough, there is a lying statue of Shiva standing inside the tower.
"So beautiful." Liu Qi praised.
Mo Cai looked at the statue's face and thought so too.
Shi Nu was lying on the island, with her delicate shoulders exposed, her head raised to the sky, and she seemed to be doing some kind of mudra with one hand.
She is a very beautiful woman
Mozhi took a deep breath and popped out the Fuyuan Spirit Snake again to feel what was unusual about the statue.
However, he was immediately noticed by the guards.
The four contractors, who were only white-level and red-level, suddenly shouted:
"Be bold!"
After saying that, the four people walked out from the crowd of worshipers and surrounded the three people in the middle.
"Holy Shinu respects this place and is not allowed to desecrate it!"
"Where did you come from, monsters and monsters!"
Liu Qi tugged at the corner of Mo De's clothes: "They have seen through us, I am indeed a dead person."
Unpredictable: "."
Tyrande: "Kill them?"
Unpredictable: "No, it doesn't have to be so troublesome."
After saying that, Mo Zhi took out a token and threw it to the leading red-level contractor.
The red-level contractor hurriedly caught the token, looked at it carefully, and his whole body started to tremble.
After that, he bowed his head and said:
"Welcome to me, Holy Son of Hesse!"
"Master priest, sit down. Elder Qingniu is on top. Holy Son of Hesse is on top. I, the people of Hesse, are worshiping me."
This shout startled everyone around.
The three contractors who followed him didn't even look at him. They also knelt on the ground and shouted.
The message spread from one word to ten, and then to a hundred. The worshiping people of Hesse around him knelt down like waves, shouting the name of the Holy Son of Hesse.
He was unpredictable and even suspected that the people passing by who were too far away from him just saw someone prostrating to the ground, and they immediately followed him and prostrated themselves to the ground.
For a time, the name of the Holy Son of Hesse spread throughout the entire city of Moncler.
Even Mo Zhi himself did not expect that it would cause such a big stir. He no longer cared about the elegance of a scholar, and said in his heart that he could rule the world.
Tyrande was also so shocked by this scene that she didn't dare to move. She reached out and hugged the unpredictable waist:
"how did you do that?"
Unpredictable chuckled: "He's a contractor from the Southern Tribe."
In the southern province, even though most of the contractors have been legally registered with the Supervisory Office, in fact, they are all from the southern tribe.
With the guidance of the epic, the management system of the Southern Tribe is similar to that of the previous life. Contractors are also arranged in hierarchical order. However, this cannot change the local characteristics. Contractors of the Southern Tribe still worship the Wu Niu Sacrifice and the Five Elders.
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An existence like the Shinu Temple in front of you is naturally stationed and guarded by contractors from the southern tribe. How can you be disrespectful when you see the token of the Great Saint Son?
You must know that although Holy Son Hesse has no blood relationship with Wu Niu Sacrifice, according to Hesse's theory, he is the biological son of Master Wu Niu Sacrifice, the next leader of the southern tribe, and a god who should be worshiped just like Wu Niu Sacrifice.
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