Being thought about by a man made Chen Xiuzhu feel a little chilly, especially for such a powerful man with top combat power. Goosebumps all over his body immediately after the other person said those "affectionate" words.
The middle school girl who originally threw herself in Chen Xiuzhu's arms was now squatting obediently on her back, using her petite body to support Chen Xiuzhu, allowing him to face Hilfa conveniently.
The unique fragrance of the girl lingered on the tip of Chen Xiuzhu's nose. However, the pain and fatigue on his body at this moment had taken away most of Chen Xiuzhu's energy, and the rest was all transferred to the body of the armored man, Hilfa, who opened his lips with blood.
, Chen Xiuzhu asked in a normal tone as much as possible.
"Come for me? We have had festivals before?"
Hilfa, who claimed to be the Sacred Heart Guard, shook his head. The armor made a sound of metal friction as he moved, which was clearly heard in everyone's ears. Then Hilfa said again in a strange accent.
"Don't get me wrong, there is no feud between us, and I have no ill intentions in coming here."
Glancing at the Cang Yi on the ground and his men who were lying on the ground and groaning, Chen Xiuzhu's eyes twitched a little, and he complained in his heart, even if you don't have any malicious intentions, you are like this. If you have any malicious intentions, do you want to kill everyone?
Hilfa seemed to see Chen Xiuzhu's thoughts and said in that weird tone
"Don't worry, they are fine. The Holy Son doesn't have to worry."
Holy Son? What the hell?
Chen Xiuzhu was confused
Fujitora was confused
Everyone is confused
Then everyone's eyes focused on Chen Xiuzhu
Chen Xiuzhu's crazy fan Sparta suddenly had a picture in his mind at this moment. The heir of a hidden power. Because he was tired of the power disputes, he left that power in frustration, hid his identity, and became an ordinary person.
He is a member of the navy, but his graceful appearance made him shine with unparalleled elegance even in the ordinary navy. His admiration for Master Fu Dou in his heart suddenly increased exponentially again. His cute big eyes were full of small thoughts.
Stars, couldn't help but murmured
"You are indeed worthy of Master Fu Dou. It turns out you have such a powerful background."
At this moment, not only Sparta, but also the blind Fujitora turned his head and "looked" at Chen Xiuzhu in surprise.
Brannew even opened his mouth wide, his sparse and shiny head shining brightly under the sunlight, his triangular eyes trying to open wide, his face full of questions and surprise.
"Ahem, Holy Son, it turns out that Master Fu Dou's identity is so precious." Meiqi Ke shook his strong body and looked at Chen Xiuzhu's unconscious words in a rough voice.
As if a chat box had been opened, all the soldiers who could still move began to talk.
"Holy Son, how big an official is that?"
"Idiot, the Holy Son is not an official"
"what is that?"
"Yes, um, it seems, should, maybe..."
"Tch, you don't know either, right?"
"So what"
"But since he is the Holy Son, he should be one of our own, but why does he attack us?"
Someone's words suddenly stopped the discussion. Everyone stopped talking in unison, their eyes widened, and the fire of gossip was burning in the depths of their eyes.
At this time, Chen Xiuzhu's face was gloomy, and his heart was pounded repeatedly by thousands of grass and mud horses. Others didn't know his situation, but he himself knew very well that he was definitely not the Holy Son that the other party said, but
, my damn soul came through and possessed this body. Who is the original owner of this body and what kind of experience it has. I don’t know at all. Could it be that the family members of this body found it?
Got it
This idea was quickly rejected by Chen Xiuzhu. When he was in the Chambord Islands, he had a chance encounter with the other party. If he was really the Holy Son of the other party's force, there was no reason why they didn't recognize each other at that time, but waited until now to get to know each other.
Yes, so this inference should not be valid
His thoughts were flying rapidly, and suddenly two rays of light flashed through his bright eyes. As if he thought of something, Chen Xiuzhu's face instantly became serious.
As if he had the ability to read minds, when Chen Xiuzhu's face showed solemnity, Hilfa nodded slightly, and the weird accent in his mouth sounded again
"Yes, Your Highness the Holy Son, I am here for the Sacred Heart in you."
After receiving the other party's affirmation, Chen Xiuzhu's heart sank.
His Royal Highness the Son of God and the Guardian of the Sacred Heart, what he said in a high-sounding way was actually for the mysterious nightmare stone in his heart.
But why did the other party call himself the Holy Son?
How did the other party know about the Nightmare Stone? You know, I have never told anyone about it.
The most important point is, what is the other party going to do with the Nightmare Stone in his heart?
All of a sudden, there were endless questions in my mind. Subconsciously, my eyes filled with questions were cast towards Sylfa, who was standing like a sculpture on the opposite side.
The other party seemed to really have the ability to see through people's hearts. Following Chen Xiuzhu's eyes, Hilfa said in a weird accent.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son must have many doubts in his mind at the moment. There is no need to worry. As long as His Highness the Holy Son follows me back to the Kingdom of God, he will get the answer himself."
After saying that, the crisp sound of metal friction sounded again, and Hilfa's tall body slowly walked towards Chen Xiuzhu following the footsteps.
"Keng"
The light of the knife flashed, and the sound of metal impact hurt everyone's eardrums.
The snow-white navy cloak dances with the wind, and the two powerful characters on the cloak exude a chilling atmosphere with the sea breeze.
"Uh-huh, this Lord Guard, has he forgotten my existence?"
The blind stick in his hand slowly closed, and the shiny blade slowly gathered its sharp sword energy. Fujitora's burly body was like a rock standing in the wind, firmly blocking Hilfa's forward steps.
Hilfa once again drew two cross-shaped broad-bladed swords from his hands. The instant confrontation did not allow him to gain any advantage, and he seemed to have suffered a small loss.
The red pupils moved slightly until his eyes fell on the wide sword body of the cross sword in his left hand.
On the blade of the cross-blade sword, which was originally like a work of art, a small gap suddenly came into view. His pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but stir up a wave of emotion in his heart. You must know that these two broad-blade swords are the sharpest and hardest weapons in the Kingdom of God.
, at this moment, he was actually damaged by such an unknown old man. The original thought of despising the other party gradually gained ground.
The red pupils turned slowly, and his eyes fell on the blind old man in front of him. Sylfa's weird accent sounded again.
"I, Sacred Heart Guardian Hilfa, may I ask who you are?"
When Fujitora heard the other party solemnly asking about his identity, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, and a surge of pride arose in his heart. He stood up straight, let the sea breeze lift the cloak behind him, and said loudly
"I am Captain Fujitora of the Marine Fighting Detachment!"