American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

After putting things away in Pluto Church, Yorks returned home without stopping, taking Irene, who still looked confused and continued to digest the gun.

When they returned home, what awaited them was a sumptuous meal and a nervous Liz Murray with her hands tangled together.

York was not surprised as to why Liz Murray was at home, because Eileen would definitely give her the key to the house. What surprised him was the sumptuous meal.

There is everything on the table, including pre-dinner soups, staple dishes, and desserts.

It was hard for him to imagine that such a little person could make so much food.

Yorks subconsciously glanced at Irene, who was standing next to him with a smile on his face and seemed very proud.

"You did it?" Yorkes asked.

Liz Murray nodded nervously. She was so nervous that she was breathing heavily.

This was not only heard by Yorks, but also by Irene. She walked over with a gentle expression, grabbed Liz Murray's hand directly, and gave her support.

Yorks twitched the corners of his mouth, but it was rare for him to send out any encouragement.

"It's really nice. It smells great."

After saying that, under the gaze of Liz Murray, who showed joy, and Irene, who looked as expected, he walked into his room, ready to deal with the slipperiness all over his body.

Now, the huge home has been divided into two areas for Liz Murray, who lives here temporarily, and Irene, who will live here at school in the future, and Erin, who doesn't want to live outside.

His room is a relatively different kind of restricted area, which means you can't enter without his permission.

"Fortunately, the room has its own bathroom and bathroom." Yorks shook his head, took the clothes he wanted to change, and walked into the bathroom.

"otherwise……"

Yorks complained in his mind, took off his somewhat dirty divine robe, and went to the sink to clean the traces of battle remaining in his hands.

The mirror in front of her reflected York's naked figure.

Compared to other muscular men who have layers upon layers of muscles, they are a bit bloated.

Yorkies are the type where you can clearly see the dividing lines between muscle groups. The fibers are clearly visible and tightly interwoven into a tough network. The lines are so smooth that each muscle is closely attached to each other, and the texture and lines are faintly visible under the skin.

On the whole, he is very lean, with no excess fat covering him. Whether he is still or in motion, he shows a strength and explosive power.

"It's just that the skin is a little tender."

Yorks glanced at himself in the mirror, and he was used to it. He kept rubbing his hands vigorously, repeatedly brushing off the invisible dust on his hands.

Then I started to wash my body until it was a little slippery.

There is no dirty feeling when you touch it. It is just smooth and smooth?

Yorks didn't know why this was true, but he also felt something.

The novels I read in my previous life were always inseparable from the purification of my experience.

It probably means removing toxins, waste and impurities from the body, making the body healthier and purer.

In his impression, the protagonists who cleanse their menstrual veins and cut their marrow are usually in pain.

And he...

Yorks recalled the unbearable process in the car and said uncertainly: "I should be the same, right? It's just that the results are a little different from those of the protagonists."

Yorks touched something slippery and molten in his hand.

"Compared to those unknown things that the protagonist leaked in the end, I don't smell bad at all, and I don't feel dirty at all, so what on earth is this?

never mind……"

Yorkshire shook his head and washed it off. For him, as long as the result was good, then everything was acceptable, no matter what it was, dirty or otherwise.

It's just that he hasn't yet figured out what abilities this all-round physique brings.

The turbulent water washed over York's body and finally stopped.

"The only thing I can think of is the experiment of scratching it with a knife."

Yorks looked brand new, put on a change of clothes and walked out of the bathroom, thinking only of the previous experiment.

The attributes of personal panels all influence each other. Just like his previous experiment, directly cutting the wrist with a knife affected life...

"What I feel most right now is that my strength has become stronger and my body is as light as a flying swallow."

Yorkist clenched his fist and punched forward lightly.

There was no extra movement or posture, but the sound of explosive air rubbing against the air resounded in the huge room.

"The punch is indeed heavier than before. I don't know how much it will weigh. Can it reach the ton level?"

Yorks put away his fists, looked at the decorations knocked down by the wind in front of him, shook his head and headed to the living room.

He didn't have any testing equipment, so he couldn't actually feel the weight of his punch.

Even if someone else has the testing equipment, he can't go over and do a side test because he's afraid of damaging the equipment with a punch.

Even so, Yorks can also feel that he now has the potential to become a superman. Even if he cannot feel the weight of his fist, he can still easily smash the wall with one punch.

In addition to this, the most perverted thing is that due to the relationship between physique and life, he will not start to fatigue after a few heavy punches like a heavyweight boxer.

Rather, it is able to maintain a heavy punch and maintain maximum power output without feeling too much fatigue...

"Have you made your school arrangements?" Yorks sat at the head of the dining table, looked at Liz Murray, picked up the steak she had just cut with a fork and put it into her mouth.

Liz Murray subconsciously glanced at Sister Irene in front of her and found that the nun was smiling encouragingly at her.

"Sister Irene arranged for me to go to Ms. Camille's private school, and I will report there tomorrow."

"oh."

Yorkshire swallowed the perfect quality beef and said calmly: "Liz, study hard and don't let this opportunity go."

Liz Murray nodded seriously: "I will, Father Yorks."

As she said that, she stared at the priest and changed from her previous retreat: "I will definitely go to college to repay your kindness."

Hearing that this seemed to be a vow or something, Yorkshire smiled. To be honest, he didn't actually need anyone's repayment, but he just liked the feeling of others being grateful to him and trying to repay him, because he really couldn't stand the white-eyed wolf. .

"Okay, when you are admitted to college, I will attend your opening ceremony."

Liz Murray's face lit up with joy: "Really?"

"Of course, kid." Yorkshire put down the fork and knife in his hand and said with a smile, "I never lie to people."

Yes, he never lies, although he may occasionally hide something.

"This guy must be hiding something. Alas, it's really hard to imagine him becoming a bishop."

In front of the table overflowing with ancient fragrance, Gabrielle looked at the report she had just received and couldn't help but feel worried. She even raised her hand to pinch her eyebrows.

After reading these reports and comparing them with the reports sent below, he could feel that Yorks had deliberately concealed something.