"Please go out! You are not welcome here!"

Because he was wearing a mask on his face, everyone could see the face of the "archbishop", but judging from his trembling voice, the archbishop seemed very angry?

Or afraid...

Another sound of glass shattering sounded.

The blood-colored candle dragon that had just jumped up and ran over a little harder, and accidentally hit the lampshade on the ceiling.

Sizzling...the lights are out.

"What the hell?"

"Did this guy jump from below?"

"We're on the second floor..."

"Quick...Catch them!"

After a few rounds of conversations, the light above my head lit up again.

The moment they light up, these "cultists" in black robes were stunned.

At some point, their feet were already strung into strings by a "living" rope.

On the other side, a sword was floating on the Archbishop's neck.

No one holds the hilt of the sword...

"Oh my god!"

"Monster!!!"

The "cultists" were panicked.

They are just interests, hobbies, coolness, and explorers. Why did they really encounter supernatural events today?

Is it wrong to open today?

Compared with those of them who were fooled, the Archbishop pointed at by the sword was obviously much more calm.

"You...who are you?"

Feeling the sharpness on his neck, the Archbishop with a blood-colored skull mask was a little stuck in his speech, for fear that his head would fall to the ground by accident.

Drops of liquid oozed out of his crotch.

It doesn't seem to be much better...

Smell!

You can smell the smell of urine from a distance.

Frowning, Zhao Yang's eyes froze.

Erxin raised his head and the mask on the Archbishop's face fell to the ground.

A long shawl with hair scattered.

The dark circles were painted with a few eye shadows, a very skillful nose bridge, and bright red lips...

"Women's clothing guy?"

The blood-colored candle dragon who was playing with the activation rope exclaimed.

The steps subconsciously retreated, fearing that they would be infected with some corruption.

"You are a big shot in women's clothing! Your whole family is a big shot in women's clothing!"

He was so scared that he returned to his soul by the scream of the Blood-colored Zhulong. At this moment, "She" was no longer afraid. He turned his head and scolded fiercely at the Blood-colored Zhulong, "You can slander my appearance, but you can't insult my gender!

I!

Milk riding!

Female!!!”

In an instant, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by three minutes...

Touching the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, the blood-colored Zhulong turned his head awkwardly and looked at Zhao Yang and made a lip .

Really a woman?

Zhao Yang blinked, looked at him for a few seconds and said speechlessly: "She should be a woman now."

What does it mean to be a woman now?

Blood-colored candle dragon stares.

The Archbishop of the bride cavalry under the Erxin Sword pale, and even shouted at Zhao Yang viciously: "Bald, don't bbw, do you need me to ask you to try if I am a woman? If you have the ability, you will make my belly bigger!"

Bald man...

Big belly...

Blood-colored candle dragon sweats heavily on its forehead.

At this moment, he suddenly had a little gender cognitive impairment.

This awkward atmosphere didn't last long.

The moment the Archbishop was speaking, Zhao Yang had already helped her get a "new hairstyle".

The black hair falls.

"I'll ask you and answer."

The long sword stayed one centimeter before the Archbishop. Seeing that the milk rider was still angry, Erxin Jian moved his left and right a few times.

moment.

Archbishop of the Nick Chef was stunned.

In an instant, his face turned pale as paper. He covered his face and the Archbishop screamed, "Don't touch my face, I'll say whatever you ask!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

Blood-colored candle dragon: "..."

Ten minutes later, when the local yamen arrived.

I saw a naked man, scolding a bunch of men in black robes in front of me.

"What's the use of me asking you?

People broke in! They even took off my mother's clothes! Are you watching from the side?

You guys!"

The Archbishop in black was talking when suddenly, her heart suddenly raised.

The smaller part than a suddenly contracted.

after.

Before the police entered the door, they covered their hearts and fell to the ground.

That's it...

......

......

On the car.

The two of them were rushing south and looked bad.

After a while of silence, Zhao Yang asked with a strange look: "I said Brother Meng, don't you have any special hobbies?"

The blood-colored candle dragon cried...

"I just think she is a man. Look at how heavy the hairs on her arms are? Who thinks she is really a woman?"

"Then you can't... take off other people's pants in public..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yang couldn't help but have a cold war.

Who would have thought!

The blood-colored candle dragon's brain circuit is so big?

Before leaving, he actually caused such an unreliable thing?

Think about the cultist named Kuiqi just now looking at the two of them... Zhao Yang was in a bad mood.

"Stop talking! I beg you!"

The blood-colored candle dragon covered his face and felt that he was indulged in love with his life.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang obscured a moment of silence for him.

Not everyone can have the courage to face reality when they see "girls" whose breasts are flatter than themselves and whose hairs are heavier than themselves.

"By the way, Zhao Yang, what did you say... Is what she said true?"

"Is it true?"

Zhao Yang looked at Erxin, who was trembling in his eyes, and his expression turned solemn.

"I can't be wrong."

"Then you... why didn't you kill her just now? Didn't you say that this Blood Cultist will kill all the people?"

"I don't have to do it."

Zhao Yang shook his head, his eyes full of coldness: "If nothing unexpected happens, she is dead now."

Dead?

Dead!

The blood worshipers all plant strange seeds in their bodies.

As a secret cult, when the superiors find that a yamen approaches them, they will detonate the seeds in their bodies to avoid intelligence leakage.

They called the police before leaving. Now, the archbishop of the bride cavalry must have been getting cold.

All the way south.

After turning a few blocks, Zhao Yang's eyes flashed through his eyes as he looked at the four-story office building in front of him.

In the vision of Yin and Yang eyes.

More than twenty people with subtle red lights were gathering together. In addition to them, there were seven or eight people with strong blood qi hidden in the corners, and their bodies were stained with red light.

They...seem to be fighting?

Looking at the scattered red lights there were a few white, blue and golden light spots next to them, Zhao Yang smiled.

"Is someone a step ahead of us?"

"One step ahead of us? You mean..."

"Let's go, it seems that they are in a bad situation."

While speaking, the sword light flashed on Zhao Yang's body, and the next second, it turned into a sword light and rushed into the office building.

In place.

Looking at the two holes left in his baby's sports car, the blood-colored candle dragon who had just gotten out of the car was about to cry without tears.

"You can't take care of my baby?"

As he spoke, the blood-colored candle dragon jumped violently and chased Zhao Yang with force.

The two seemed to have forgotten.
Chapter completed!