So I Am A Demon Descendent!

"What's wrong with the teacher." Pesce also straightened up. Did the teacher think of something? Wushuang War Soul has nothing to do with it, but this melon is too big and eats with relish.

"I thought that refining the Warriors of the Warriors was by some means of putting the uncontrollable woman's war spirits in order to make her obedient. But no, they are killing the Warriors and the Dragon Ball."

Perceived for a moment, she suddenly understood what the teacher meant.

For a long time, everyone seems to have fallen into a blind spot. According to Kurt Kashub: kill the Warriors Soul, win the Dragon Ball, and remake the Warriors Soul.

Everyone's first impression is to win the Dragon Ball, remake the soul of Warriors, and ignore the key information.

Why this is so, because the candidate of Wushuang War Soul is unique, but anyone who knows that history knows that the reason why Wushuang War Soul cannot be copied is as follows:

.....

Deservedly, they feel that the so-called rebuilding of Wushuang War Spirit should be like improving an old machine, changing parts, and making it obedient and easy to use.

After the teacher raised a point, Perce realized that she was thinking in a blind spot.

"Teacher, what does this mean and what does it mean?" Perce's voice was lowered unconsciously, and she even felt the thrilling truth behind her.

"Don't guess blindly, those are meaningless. Let's take care of ourselves as we have a bright future." Old Green's remarks were preconceived. In the short time of Pause's thinking, he also thought about it, only thought The behind-the-scenes matters are complex, and the truth cannot be restored by relying only on the brain.

It's meaningless except to hurt the brain.

Moreover, no matter what the conspiracy is hidden behind the Warriors of the Warriors, it is a matter of Far East China after all. Even if they want to intervene, they must first get their own affairs resolved. There is no old saying in China: You must first settle in when you are outside.

The courier drove for two hours and has left the city. Looking out the window, except for the dim street lights, the world is dark and the cold wind is rolling in the winter rain.

Li Peiyun stopped at the roadside and opened the door of the back compartment.

"You two, you can go." He said.

Cooler looked at his grandfather in surprise and jumped out of the carriage without saying a word.

He didn't expect the other party to be so trustworthy. When it comes to safe places, people will be released. In the movies Kuller has watched, each of the bad guys who tied the ticket is trustworthy, and usually kills them after they have achieved their goal.

If Grandpa hadn't repeatedly used his eyes to signal him to keep quiet, Kuller would have been desperate for a long time and the dog would jump over the wall.

The grandparents stood on the side of the road, bearing the wind and rain, watching the shadow of the van disappear into the night.

"Grandpa, hurry up, let the people in the Holy See be notified," Kuller said. "No, no, we should immediately contact the Road Administration and ask them to block all major highways and highway junctions."

"We were kidnapped by Tatars and were released until dawn, and then from a strange place, slowly and slowly returned to Ruta prison." John Andreas said.

Kuller froze, didn't understand what Grandpa meant. He was ..... giving the bad guys more time to escape? !!

Why is Grandpa doing this? This is unreasonable.

Grandpa got Stockholm syndrome?

Cooler was standing still.

And Andreas has already gone far, he walks in the rain, let the cold rain wet the light armor, wet the hairline, the hair thinning.

The 70-year-old man suddenly thought of his old head, the oath before the Lord, and the task arranged by the old head.

He stopped and looked silently at the direction of the Holy See headquarters.

"Captain Quinn, have you expected all this?"

...

The van wandered around for more than an hour, stopping in a distant suburb, in a wood.

The three Li Peiyun abandoned the car and ran for half an hour on a rainy night, and finally arrived at the temporary base agreed in advance, a rotten tailgate.

From afar, I saw a group of bright lights in the dark rotten tailgate, coming from the eight-story building.

The three of them jumped up to the eighth floor, and the rotten tail floor was an empty shell with a very large window.

The light of the emergency lighting replaced the electric light. A folding table was placed in the middle of the spacious space. Four people, Li Xianyu, Blood Knight, Lyon and Calories, were rubbing mahjong. The table was filled with snacks such as peanut rice and canned beer.

There is also a brand new grill on the side, and there is also a stack of bricks under Jenny's buttocks, dedicated to grilling food, waiting for four uncles playing cards.

The blood knight said: Jenny, grilled chicken wings.

Jenny: Oh.

Li Xianyu said: Jenny, come and chive.

Jenny: Oh.

Lyon said: Jenny, come with some oysters.

Jenny went to cut the oysters again and was very happy.

Old Green said, No wonder it was so fragrant, it smelled downstairs.

Seeing the three of them coming back, Li Xianyu turned his head and spit out the smoke in his mouth. "Come back, is the task well done, is this old man Grimm Adolf?"

Li Peiyun twitched.

He found that he still didn't know much about Li Qianyu, what cigarette a woman smokes, but she looked curious and had an indescribable feeling.

Li Peiyun has seen many women smoke, but they are not as natural as she is ..... evil charm.

Yes, it is evil charm.

This woman, evil charm.

"I'm working hard outside, you guys are here ..... Hey, what's this thing?" Peth was stuck in her waist, her expression was very angry, and she was attracted by Mahjong. She didn't know the thing.

Not to mention, people with such personalities as Pesce and Li Peiyun saw imbalances in this scene.

Lao Tzu is out in the wind and rain to save people. Doing mahjong here ...

"This is also helpless. We can't just let us wait. It doesn't make sense. We might as well find something to do. This is called Mahjong. Li Qianyu taught us to play. Well, it's very interesting." Blood Knight said.

Mahjong was bought in Paocheng. After Li Peiyun and Pais left, the group of them took advantage of the night to enter the city to replenish supplies. Li Xianyu thought that the night was long and the teammates had a lot of thoughts. It would be better to find something to do. Deputy Mahjong.

At first, the three blood knight Lyons said that they were not in the mood to play, and gradually, they got started, and found that ... oh, it was really fun.

So the barbecue went up, the beer drank, and it was fun.

"Hello, old head." The blood knight rubbed Mahjong in the same position as the old gambling stick in the chess room.

Old Green stared at the blood knight, silent for a long time, with a dull "um".

The student of this student is different from what he thinks.

"Top s-class?" Old Green blurted out, looking surprised.

In his explorations, the blood knight's Qi fluctuation was only the top s-class, which was far from half a step.

"He was wounded by the Pope, and it's difficult to recover so far," said Perth helplessly.

Blood knights work hard every day to meditate and regulate the wounds, but the injuries are very slow. The battle in the **** world is like this. The broken bones and muscles are simple. With the vitality of the cells, it can be as long as one month, and it can be restored in ten days.

The trouble is often the air machine that the opponent has left in the body after the battle, just like the bacterial virus remains in the wound, constantly eroding the body.

The blood knight's injury was hit by the Pope. The Pope is a master, and the vitality he left behind was like the most troublesome illness, which could not be eradicated.

Li Xianyu often saw the blood knight meditating and healing during this time, and suddenly he was very fortunate that he had the ability to heal himself. These are stubborn diseases that are difficult to cure for others. For him, he can recover in his breath.

Compared to ordinary blood, he is lucky.

Ordinary blood is just like ordinary people. Fathers and mothers can't be trusted, and they can only work hard to marry their daughter-in-law. He was born with a golden key and was born to inherit the wealthy second-generation family. Don't worry about marrying your wife, because you were a baby when you were an embryo.

Of course, there are gains and losses, and he is more tired than ordinary blood.

"That's right," Old Green nodded with satisfaction. "It's not a shame to lose the position of head of the Templar by being able to retreat under the Pope's hands."

It was difficult to escape the blood in the pope ’s crazy output. Old Green himself could n’t escape.

"That was because of the help of the fallen angel Peth, otherwise it would be cold." Li Xianyu said.

Old Green was immediately attracted to him, and he took a closer look and was taken aback: "Amazing beauty."

Li Xianyu smiled and nodded.

"If I were 50 years younger, I would definitely invite you to eat steak." Old Green said with a smile.

Come on, I'm not afraid of Lao Lang.

After listening to it, Peth laughed suddenly, her expression of grief and joy intertwined.

"The teacher once had a very beautiful Asian girlfriend. He invited others to eat steak, and they promised to be his girlfriend. In a blink of an eye, fifty years passed." Pesi remembered the tone.

"But sir, steak is no longer useful."

"Is n’t the old head of Quinn saying that you have devoted your life to the Lord? Do n’t marry a wife for life?” Li Xianyu remembers well. Without betrayal, men should still be decisive when it comes to taking off their pants. When a woman spreads her legs, she doesn't feel that the man on her body is not her husband's fault. "

Jenny frowned, not quite adapting to the sturdy language style of the old man.

However, she soon didn't care about these, because she was very busy, busy with barbecue, Lao Green was held in purgatory for fifty years, and three meals a day were very weak. At this time, she was eating a bunch of lamb skewers, a bite A bottle of canned beer.

The look of happiness.

The blood knight looked at Pais. According to Quine, Old Green was mad when he was put into purgatory, his mind was confused, and he was normal in front of him.

They couldn't figure out whether he was pretending to be mad or recovering in spirit for fifty years.

After waiting for a few minutes, he estimated that he was almost eating and drinking, and Pace asked, "Teacher, what happened that year? There are no outsiders here. Tell us about it."

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