Qi Changqing, Wuqiao and Wang Daoling were arranged to go to bed by the embassy staff. Xiang Que stood alone in front of the window. Not far away, he could still taste the shadows. It was from the Knights of the Roman Catholic Church.
Surveillance, they have worked tirelessly to guard the embassy like ghosts, and stared at the embassy like a fly, and acted like a sworn to stop.
Xiang Que waited for two days, and when he came, he immediately supported a lot of things in his heart, but it was not enough for the person to come. He had to come up with a plan. Both sides had to argue with each other and decide the winner.
He went all the way to the three bosses. If he didn't understand the arrangement, he would be defeated by these three people after he went back.
"I still have to know myself and your enemy. Alas, why haven't that old bat believed it yet?" Xiang Quegang muttered, and the phone rang. The prince's cold voice came from it: "I'm here, I'm here,
In the outskirts of Rome, we cannot pass through the city now. There are too many people in the Roman Catholic Church. Once we show up, they can easily smell the breath of us."
"I have to meet you, I am very eager to understand the strength of the Holy See. For them, only you destined enemies are the most familiar."
The battle between the Holy See and vampires is probably no one can tell clearly about history. Since the blood clans, they have been regarded as pagans by the Catholic Church. God's mercy has never been reflected in the vampires. Those who see them will kill them.
, The two sides can no longer be described as such simply as hatred. Only one side can disappear completely, and it is full of stance to never stop.
During the thousands of years when Catholics and vampires fought each other, they became the one who knows the other's existence the most. There is a saying that goes very well. The one who knows you best is definitely not your relatives or friends, but the enemy who regards you as the enemy of life and death.
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"I'll see you tomorrow"
Xiang Que asked in surprise: "Aren't you unable to enter Rome?"
"What I just said was us, not me. The people I brought could not enter Rome, and I still have no problem," said Ogura lightly.
The next day, the news came from Wang Kunlun. After paying the price of several bodyguards and his nephew, the patriarch of the Breano family cleverly chose to withdraw and not continue to play in this incident.
With the role of holding the smelly feet, they had to give in and bow their heads. While Wang Kunlun led his men into the manor, another group of people broke into Raymond's villa, and strangled the throat of the mafia family leader.
It is impossible to choose to face the fierce Wang Kunlun head-on. This is too expensive. Even if the entire Italian mafia family united to avenge him in the end, what's the use of him? He, his son and nephew.
They had already gone to see Satan, and even if the murderers Wang Kunlun and Xiang Que ended up in a miserable way, they would not be able to see them.
Is a hero who knows the times?
After letting the Breano family shut up, Xiang Que only needs to face the Roman Catholic Church. As for the Italian government, the government will face it, not to mention that the Catholics were finally defeated. The Italian government
They will definitely choose to shut up smartly, after all, they are just waving the flag for the Holy See, and they are not really trying to oppose China.
"Hey, isn't this pig and dog food? Look, what are these foods?" Wang Daoling pointed at the steak and pasta on the table with dissatisfaction, and said, "I'm a little unlucky."
I am satisfied, I may not sleep well, and women may not have it for the time being, but I think it is necessary to take it seriously when eating. If I don’t eat enough, how can I take it? It’s about life and death, and I can’t deal with it!”
Xiang Que said, "Dad Wang, I am also living under someone's roof. This is a very solemn and sacred place in the embassy. Can we have some quality?"
Wang Daoling stretched his neck and said, "Guess what I saw this morning? A female translator, tall, wearing a pair of glasses, short skirt and stockings,... What I said to you is that I don't
The woman who hooks up here is already solemn and sacred, understand?"
Xiang Que was sweating coldly and said, "Sure, my father Wang, can you deal with it for two days first? After doing the serious business, I will take you to have a good time. Don't you want exotic style? It's absolutely fine,
Surely no problem”
"If you say that, it's almost the same." Wang Daoling immediately lowered the standard and frowned and ate the standard Italian Western food.
If it were because of her appearance, Xiang Que would doubt whether Wang Xuan was really the mistake of letting go of the shore of Daming Lake. Wang Daoling is a typical Chen Daoming style. He can easily make all the old and young women captured in every move, but Fatty Wang is so beautiful.
It's quite unsatisfactory. You can taste it just by being fat. He is a person with a low appearance. To put it nicely, he can only be regarded as a fat man who is not very annoying.
Putting aside his appearance, Wang Xuanzhen and Wang Daoling's temperaments are 99% similar in their bones, which is very sexy!
From this point of view, there is no problem with the genes of the father and son.
"Look at my Master Qiao, I'm very calm. The wind can't blow up any waves in his heart." Xiang Que grinned his teeth and smiled at Wu Qiao.
"Actually, I also think...that black stockings female translator is very good," Wu Qiao said with her head raised.
"Oh, Master Qiao is also moved by Fan's heart?" Xiang Que was shocked.
Wu Qiao said shyly: "Well, the heart sea that has not fluctuated for a long time has rippled with waves. When she passed by, I seemed a little restless."
Xiang Que looked at Wuqiao and Wang Daoling, and said speechlessly: "What's wrong? That black-skinned female translator, did she urinate into your heart?"
Wu Qiao gave him a blank look and said, "You are too obscene to speak, and the emotional matters make you describe the feeling of breeding, which is superficial."
Wang Daoling said viciously: "Vulgar, I have to consider whether our Pangpang will get along with you in the future. It's a good thing that your child has been brought into the ditch."
Xiang Que couldn't help saying, "I am thankful to Fatty Wang. I left home to go up the mountain at the age of ten and went out of Gujingguan in my early twenties. The first person I met was Fatty Wang. I used to be a piece of white paper.
Since he met him, he has written a big slutty word on the paper."
"Hmph, do you think your Gujingguan is a pure place? Every good guy, the old Taoist is old and still hooks up with an old nun. If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will naturally be crooked." Wang Daoling looked dissatisfied with an attitude of not accepting
Said.
Qi Changqing coughed dryly and said, "Don't speak with rhythm, can I mess with you?"
Wuqiao was happy: "The enemy is in front of us, let's fight in the first place."
"Three masters, have you finished eating? We have to go see someone after eating."
"That old bat"
"Yeah! I'm waiting outside the city."
Xiang Que was about to leave the embassy, but the Knights Templars outside could not notice it at all. He sat in the back seat in a Mercedes-Benz with a car film, wiping a few from the door of the embassy.
The wandering Templars passed by.
In the distance, Hermann on a high-rise building stared at the Mercedes-Benz driving out of the embassy, closed his eyes and felt the energy inside, only to notice that the three people who suddenly entered the embassy last night left again today.
"What are these people doing?" Although Hermann noticed the unusualness of these three people, he still did not think that this was the helper Xiang Que called. He would not have thought that only three or four people were
The other party’s trump card to resolve the crisis is a whole Roman Holy See. How many people do you call to deal with it?
Unfortunately, Western practitioners cannot understand the perverted strength of those who practice Feng Shui and Yin Yang in the Eastern Kingdoms. They never win with more. Personal heroism is awesome.
Especially the people from Gujingguan are the best ones!
Half an hour later, Mercedes-Benz stopped under the parking garage of the hotel. Xiang Qun got out of the car and took the elevator to enter the hotel room. Wang Kunlun and Ogura had already met the above.
"Swish" Agula's eyes crossed Xiang Que and first fell on Wang Daoling. After a long time, he said in surprise: "Why do I feel a sensation from him... It seems very
Familiar breath”
Wang Daoling rolled his eyes and said, "I'm thinking too much. I have nothing in common with you bats who like to suck blood. I like to drink red wine instead of blood."
"You are from the depths of hell, too," said Ogura.
Wang Daoling and Qi Changqing were slightly stunned. What the other party said might be a bit general, but they both understood the meaning. What the other party said was correct. Wang Daoling was always deep in the Nine Nether Hell and rarely returned to the world.
When Cao Shanjun first met Wang Daoling, he once said that he was not a human being.
Agula looked at Qi Changqing again and said, "Are you and Xiangque the same type of people?"
"The master comes from the same school" Qi Changqing stretched out his hand politely and said, "I have been relied on for a long time, Prince from the blood clan."
Wuqiao nodded at him, without saying a word, and sat aside casually.
Agula said meaningfully to Xiang Que: "There are only four people? This is what you and what you said to have left behind? Xiang Que, why do I feel like you were deceived by you? Is the Holy See so unbearable?
, Just let four of you come out and you want to compete with the Pope's Catholic Church?"
"Isn't you still there, Prince?" Xiang Que said with a smile.
Ogura sighed and said, "I really regret it..."
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