In the sky, the Duke of Nicholas came over, and his eyes looked at Zhao Fan in horror. As a blood race, the most afraid of the Holy See, especially the Bishop of Red
The prince is here and dare not compete positively. Unless there is a big difference in realm, there is hope. After all, it is an innate nemesis.
"Don't panic."
Zhao Fan calmly said: "The two big bishop and a group of priests below can't see us."
At the same time, he looked down at the courtyard below, thinking that the Pope woke up and found that Lily was gone, so he dispatched the left and right hands of the outside world and came to explore Lily's whereabouts.
In this way, the preparations before were in vain. Duke of Nicholas dared to impersonate it and will be immediately caught back to the Holy Land. On the surface, the camouflage dresses are seamless, but in the final analysis, it is still the blood race.
It's not worth it.
Now, Zhao Fan's most worried is that Lily's family will be disaster.
Sure enough, at this time, there were three middle -aged middle -aged wearing a black robe, and they came out of the door, and their hands were dragged by one person.
It is a pair of middle -aged men and women and a white -haired old grandma.
The latter, the features of the appearance are the characteristics of the East, it is the grandma of her Chinese people in Lily.
Lily's father is mixed, but it is generally the same as the West, but the hair is pure black.
Zhao Fan opened the glimpse of the pupils and looked down.
Immediately, a anger rumored!
Lily's grandma has been cut off, and her parents, on the edge of dying, will hang in half a breath!
How much hatred does this have?
Zhao Fan's fingers giggled, and he leapt and fell from the air.
"Lord, do you want me to go?" Nicholas asked in a panic.
"Need not."
Zhao Fan's pronunciation fell into his ears, "Looking forward, you can enjoy a bright feast when you are."
"Light ... Light Banquet?"
Nicholas listened to the green light, did it mean that it meant that it was blood -sucking?
How powerful is the Lord. The night when he had a catastrophe, he had witnessed him with his own eyes, so he didn't worry about the other party's fall as a soul slave would die.
Therefore, the blood of Marshall and Burlos and many priests ...
"It's all mine!"
Nicholas' eyes are getting hotter and hotter. If these blood sources are refined, advanced to the prince is a matter of nailing on the board!
Nympho
The next moment.
In the courtyard of the Lily's family, a slightly thin young man suddenly appeared in front of the house, blocking the three priests, and his tone could not be rejected: "Put down people."
"who?"
"Who are you!"
Many priests looked at the oriental youth that fell from the sky, showing their vigilance.
And Marshall and Beros look very dignified, because when the other party appeared, they did not notice a trace of movement and threatened, and their strength would never be weak!
"This Oriental friend, I don't know what happened to this? Our Holy See is performing the task."
Marshall asked lowly, because the night was dark, he did not see the flat face too clearly, but he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw similar.
"Oh? Task?"
Zhao Fan pointed at the family of three of the three priests, and asked faintly: "What is the task, you need to kill an old man with no power of chicken in his hands?
Will die. "
"In the Qing Dynasty."
Beros looked at Zhao Fan proudly, and said with a righteousness: "As for the specific details, there is no advice."
"Oh."
Zhao Fan said coldly: "That's what you teach. I only know that the killing of killing is justified."
His voice was like a killer without emotion.
"Murder?"
Marshall and Beros looked at each other, laughed, and with the surrounding priests laughed.
"How? It's ridiculous?" Zhao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Sorry, not ridiculous." Marshall smiled dismissively: "If you don't leave again, we will treat you as a council as a rebelist and sanction together!"
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded his head, but he moved in place.
These two big bishops and many priests looked at him inexplicably, thinking what it means to "uh"?
Immediately after, in their sight, the young man moved.
Raising the right hand at will, facing Marshall, one of the bishops of the red clothes, and picked up the two fingers to the empty air, as if it was provocative.
However, the creepy scene appeared.
After hearing a crisp sound, Marshall's neck of Marshall was twisted sharply. It was originally straight, and it became a bow shape.
"Marshall!"
"Great Bishop!"
Beros and many priests have seen it, and they have watched it, thinking about you cooperating with the dead youth acting, and do n’t have to pretend to be so true?
As a result, Marshall lost its balance and fell to the ground softly and weakly. Not only that, his breath was falling suddenly.
Until the body was attached to the ground, in the process of such a short period of time, Marshall made a vitality and became a corpse that was getting cold!
"Marshall, this kind of joke is not fun, get up quickly." Beros looked at all this, knowing that it is impossible, but his heart panicked inexplicably.
"Great Bishop!"
The priests called.
But Marshall, who fell to the ground, was quiet like death.
Finally, Beros couldn't help it. In the past, he squatted on the ground and tried to reach out to feel it. The rotation was immediately trembling, even his pupils were shrinking into two points, as if seeing the most scary in the world, the most frightened in the world
What is!
Marshall ... Really dead!
Beros swallowed with saliva, while looking at the uninvited guest of the east side.
At this point, the two fingers that Zhao Fan lifted up, and the two fingers rose easily.
Followed, Marshall's twisted neck showed two clear clearing purple fingers.
"Lord Beros, Marshall, he?" A priest couldn't help asking.
"He died ..."
Beros responded in horror.
"Dead?"
"The Bishop of Marshall has fallen!"
"How do you die? That Oriental Youth, took two fingers to the air!"
"Oh, buy Karma, have you seen the ghost!"
The panic, constantly spreading in the hearts of many priests, they dare not look up to see Zhao Fan again, because the young man who looks harmless is the incarnation of a horrible devil!
You know, Marshall is the existence of the holy realm!
The status is the supremacy of the Holy See!
Now, when you die, you die. The key is that if the clothes are touched, you do n’t encounter it.
Beros has lost his ability to think normally. He is going crazy. What horrible existence has provoked the Holy See? Or, why is this ordinary citizen's family have such an intersection?
However, this family of three, two died of dying, there is no room for rotation.
But Beros was unwilling to die like this. From a humble low -waiting rural priest, he slowly climbed to the position of the Great Bishop of the Red, and paid too much. So, he decided to gamble, and he raised his head and pretended to be hard gas.
Said: "Do you know that the highest level of my Holy See is not the bishop of red? On me and Marshall, there is the Pope of the Holy Land, where the holy realm is like a cloud, it is definitely not you can provoke it.
Click, take the initiative to go to the Holy Land to ask for sin, otherwise, even if you go to heaven to enter the earth, the Holy Land will maintain the dignity of the Holy See to the end! "
"Pope?"
Zhao Fan said disdain: "I came out of the Holy Land yesterday. Didn't he tell you? If I didn't believe it, I said a few words, the five -story hall, Aisha, Pope Ring, Holy Cross.
A altar was done by the elder group to do something good. When I left, I slaughtered five elders. "
After listening to Beros, he felt a dizziness of his brain, and almost fell to the ground. He originally wanted to pull the tiger skin to deter the opponent.
The Holy Land is like his backyard as if you want to get in. If you want to go, you will go. He kills five seniors who have five qualifications than the Pope. Seeing that meaning, even the Pope was cleaned up ...
If the young man says it is true, how can his strength be against the sky?
"Since you know it, that's it, I have no time to waste time with you." Zhao Fan's voice fell, and many priests in the courtyard seemed to be discussing.
Qiqiao bleed and died, and did not have time to change the expression on the face.
There is one of the remaining Beros.
He was lonely between many corpses, crying and asking: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, what are the requirements, even if you mention it!"
"My request is to let this grandma come alive, okay?" Zhao Fan's eyes fell on Grandma Lily.
"this……"
Beros stiffened, and people could not be resurrected!
"No, go to death."
Zhao Fan's voice fell, and no longer gave him any opportunity to breathe fresh air.
Beros immediately cut off his breath and followed Marshall's back dust.
Later.
Zhao Fan moved his palms, and the rich golden light emerged, wrapped Lily's grandma and his dying parents, floating above.
When he fell on the golden -winged Dapeng, Zhao Fan sighed, and said with a cold whisper: "Nicholas, move quickly, I will only give you five minutes."
"Yes, Lord!"
Nicholas licked her lips, and she turned into a blood -colored bat, flying in the courtyard, and then remembered the strange sound of the snoring.
Before Zhao Fan's limited time, Nicholas had a large amount of blood from his mouth and flew back. His stomach was supported ... Topping the slim -fitting pen, he worn the style of maternity clothes!
Zhao Fan tilted his head and glanced at the lower courtyard. The corpses on the ground, whether it was a big bishop or a priest, became a dry dead body.
Nicholas excitedly reported: "Lord, I will fall asleep tonight, it takes almost half a month to wake up. At that time, it will advance to the prince!"
"Oh, that congratulations."
When Zhao Fan said absently, he put his hands on the shoulders of Lily's parents and dragged them back from the "Ghost Gate" ...