Wu Yong held the silver needle and walked towards Rogge.
Rogge asked nervously: "What do you want to do?"
Wu Yong waved the silver needle and said, "Whether you are a werewolf or not, let me take a needle and try."
Swish.
Rogge's expression changed.
He had just seen Wu Yong's magical acupuncture skills. Even though he didn't want to believe it in his heart, he didn't dare to risk it. So, he instinctively stepped back two steps.
"Why, are you scared? I'm just testing it, what's there to be afraid of?" Wu Yong said with a smile.
All eyes were focused on Rogge.
Someone loudly said: "Mr. Rogge, he doesn't believe it, just prove it to him and give him a loud slap in the face with the facts."
"That's right, I don't believe that he can conjure a werewolf out of thin air."
"What a ridiculous thing to say."
Rogge was groaning inwardly.
These hateful guys, instead of speaking for him, are clearly putting themselves on the fire.
Watching Wu Yong approach step by step.
There seems to be no way to stop it.
Rogge gritted his teeth and became cruel.
Well, since it is unavoidable, then take the initiative to reveal your identity.
Although it is more troublesome.
But it's not impossible to solve.
After all, I had a careful plan and took all variables into consideration.
He snorted coldly at first, then threw his head back and laughed.
His reaction surprised everyone.
"What happened to Mr. Rogge?"
"What is he laughing at?"
"How strange."
After laughing for about half a minute, Rogge stopped laughing. He stared at Wu Yong with a slight anger and said: "Yes, I am indeed a werewolf. I was also the one who poisoned Marseille. Now I am very curious about how you found out.
of?"
ah!
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Everyone stared with big eyes and couldn't believe their ears.
Rogge is a werewolf! He even poisoned the Bishop of Marseille!
God!
So crazy!
Including the protagonist of Marseille and the Messiah, everyone could not accept it for a while. Their eyes were as big as bells and they could not say a word.
When Wu Yong saw him revealing his identity, he put away the silver needle and asked with a smile: "Do you really want to know?"
After getting Roger's nod of approval.
Wu Yong joked: "I hope you won't be too angry after hearing the truth. In fact, I only saw your golden blood, and I am not sure that you are a werewolf and that you were poisoned. I just said that I can use a silver needle to kill you."
Show me, I just deceived you, but I didn’t expect to actually deceive you."
He spread his hands, looking helpless and in need of a beating.
What!
After hearing this, Rogge almost vomited blood and cursed the shameless guy in his heart.
At this time, the Bishop of Marseille finally recovered from the shock. He asked puzzledly: "Why? Why is Rogge doing this?"
His two reasons included not only his confusion as to why Rogge was a werewolf, but also his confusion as to why he was poisoned.
He had not been in contact with Rogge for more than a year and a half.
I thought they had a deep friendship, but I didn't expect something like this to happen today.
Rogge sneered and replied: "My lovely Bishop of Marseille, the answer is obvious. Because I am a werewolf, and you are the bishop of the Holy See, and you are very likely to become the bishop of the Pope. For thousands of years, your knights have killed me.
I have so many relatives, but I only killed one of you, a cardinal, so why is it so strange?"
The Bishop of Marseille said: "But we are friends."
Rogge curled his lips disdainfully: "That's what you think. I have never regarded you as a friend."
The Bishop of Marseille's face was as black as carbon. He was silent for a while, and then waved his hand to Rogge: "Forget it, in this case, go ahead and don't let me see you."
"Walk?"
Rogge repeated it, and suddenly burst out laughing, very wildly.
"My Lord Bishop, you seem to be joking with me. I have already revealed my identity and have not achieved my goal. How could I leave? In fact, according to the plan I just made, you can still survive until the early morning. But now
It seems that this time has to be advanced."
After Wu Yong took action and rescued the Bishop of Marseille.
Rogge adjusted the plan in time.
He planned to wait until the early morning to attack the Bishop of Marseille again.
But his identity was exposed in advance, so he had to change his plan again. He was too lazy to hide and planned to kill the Bishop of Marseille directly.
Swish.
He glanced over with murderous intent in his eyes.
The Bishop of Marseille's expression changed, and he quickly raised the cross hanging around his neck.
"What are you going to do! Don't try to get close to me. My cross is made of silver and has been prayed for several years. As long as you dare to get close, you will be destroyed physically and mentally immediately."
In the records of the Holy See.
Werewolves are afraid of silver, so the cross is also made of silver.
But in Rogge's eyes, there was no fear.
He walked towards the Bishop of Marseille with a smile on his face, and said with a carefree face: "Don't be stupid, my Lord Bishop. If I were really afraid of your broken cross, I would have died countless times after so many years of contact. You
The cross may work on ordinary werewolves, but it is ineffective on me. I am a super genius among werewolves."
"Ah! Bad guy! Die!"
Just talking.
Behind Rogge, a scolding sound suddenly came from behind.
Turns out to be the Messiah.
While Roger was talking to his father, the Bishop of Marseille, she quietly sneaked up behind him and stabbed him in the back with the cross she was wearing. Unexpectedly, she actually stabbed him.
It’s on Rogge’s body.
"Ah, it hurts!" Rogge yelled, his face full of pain.
Messiah succeeded with one blow and danced excitedly: "Hahaha, liar, didn't you say that you are not afraid of silver? You were beaten half to death by me."
There were cheers from the whole place.
Everyone gave the Messiah thumbs up.
"Awesome, Miss Messiah!"
"As expected of the daughter of the Bishop of Marseille!"
"I remember that there is an old saying in China: a tiger father has no dog daughter."
The praises are endless.
Even her father, the Bishop of Marseille, smiled happily and said with emotion: "Well done Messiah."
Just when everyone was rejoicing.
Rogge suddenly changed his painful look. He straightened up and said: "Don't be stupid, stupid guys, I'm just playing a little game with you. Do you really think that this kind of child's method can...
Are you hurting me, a genius among werewolves?"
Hahaha.
Rogge looked up to the sky and smiled: "We werewolves are known as genius butchers. We have unparalleled strength, thousands of times better than your stupid humans. However, our fear of sunlight and silver is our fatal flaw, and it is precisely this that makes us
I have to be suppressed all the time. Unfortunately, these weaknesses are ineffective against me."
"I, Rogge, am not afraid of the sun, let alone silver."
"I am a genius among genius butchers!" (To be continued)