The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"It's nothing, it's just that elder sister Shi taught me some rules." Wu Tiao Wuhui, who was bent over, quickly straightened her back and said a little timidly.

"Sister Shi?" Hearing Wu Tiao Wue's address, Yu looked strangely at Liang Ri, who was still obviously angry with a cold face.

A 24-year-old woman calling a 16-year-old high school girl her sister? They don't belong to the underworld society, why...

Wait, the Liangyi family seems to be a gang-related group.

There was no explanation for the two ceremonies, but they just slowly raised their heads and looked at Yuu.

Seeing the scratches on Yuu's face that hadn't faded away, Ryoichi frowned slightly. "Didn't that silver-haired woman say it would disappear in five minutes?"

"Obviously, you have been cheated." You shrugged, looking at the two rituals speechlessly. "By the way, how did you become like Zhi Zhi, you can actually scratch people?"

After finishing speaking, Yuu's face changed slightly, the same as Zhi? Glancing at Liang Ri, who was pursing his lips, he gave a wry smile.

In order for him not to forget Liangyizhi? It's really childish behavior.

"By the way, Kirie, you don't have a place to live, do you? Are you living with me at Asakami's house?" Yuu, who knew the reason, immediately looked at Wujo Wue, trying to change the subject.

"It's all right..." Wu Tiao Wuhui replied in a low voice.

Before her words fell, Liang Yi coldly glanced at Wu Tiao Wuhui, and said coldly. "Live at Liangyi's house."

"I...I listen to my sister." Wu Tiao Wuhui trembled all over, and nodded repeatedly like a chicken sucking rice.

"...Okay, let's go then." Yuu twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped forward to lift the suitcase.

After a while, the three of them walked out of the hospital lobby and walked towards the black Toyota that had been waiting for a long time beside the road.

In the suburbs of Paris, France, a magnificent church covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters has long been surrounded by raging flames.

At the gate of the church, a middle-aged knight wearing dilapidated silver armor and holding a broad sword looked solemnly at the figure standing opposite him.

The sound of prayers, the sound of sharp knives piercing the body, and the shrill shouts sounded out endlessly.

Hearing the sense of familiarity in the shrill shouts, a bit of bitterness flashed across the face of the middle-aged knight, but his figure did not waver at all, and he still blocked the front door of the church, blocking the figure in front of him.

"Are you attacking the stronghold of the church to start a full-scale war with our holy church? The fourteenth ancestor Fan Feim!!!!"

"No, no, no, I don't have such an idea." Fan Feimu shook his head while wiping his eyes while holding a silk scarf in his white-gloved right hand.

"I just want the thing that is sealed here, the seal guarded by the Knights Templar of the Eighth Mystery."

Van Ferme put the clean gold-rimmed eyes on his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said jokingly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged knight's complexion suddenly changed.

"Sure enough, it's here, the twenty-sixth patriarch, that last corner!" Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, Fan Feimu showed an ecstatic expression on his face.

A few minutes later, Van Ferme pulled out the arm that pierced the knight's moon, and with a light flick, the blood on the sharp claws flew to the ground.

At the same time, a dead disciple slowly emerged from the shadow of Van Ferme.

"Relying on the origin, the unblocking team has already broken the seal, my ancestor!"

As soon as the voice of the Dead Apostles fell, Van Fem's face changed, and he looked at the distant mountains with a little distress.

Above the mountains a few kilometers away, two figures exuding dazzling white light were rushing towards the church.

"The saint of the church? Is it that troublesome angel descending technique again? In recent years, why have inexplicable things always appeared in the church?"

"There is no need to gnaw on these two hard stubbles for the time being, and quickly bring the target to me."

"Europe, the church and Heiji are too powerful, have they been caught in the tail in just 10 minutes? Sure enough, the ceremony should be carried out in the far east."

A few minutes later, two white lights floated above the church engulfed in flames.

"It's one step too late, Alicia."

"There is no breath of life left. All 333 knights of the Knights Templar were killed. Let's go, Karen, and report directly to the Pope to give him a headache."

Chapter 465: Fujino's Trial

A spiral building called Ogawa Apartments.

In one of the apartment rooms, Ryunosuke Uyuu released his mouth from the neck of a woman, allowing the woman in his arms to fall to the ground.

In the room of less than 40 square meters, there were a bunch of men, women and children lying in a haphazard manner, but there were only three people standing upright, and Ryunosuke Yusheng was one of them.

The three of them grabbed a human like an automated machine, bit his neck, then threw him into the room, throwing him into the crowd of people in the room, and so on.

"It's so unpalatable, Mr. Fan has gone crazy recently, insisting that I gnaw on the blood of a hundred people a day, sucking blood, it's not cool to do too much~! It's more tiring than killing people!!!"

Ryunosuke Yusheng grumbled, dropped the 'food' in his hand, bent his knees, and sat on the middle-aged man on the ground with a bang.

"Wow..." The corpse man with his back up was suddenly hit hard, his eyes widened, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and it seemed that he would not survive.

"Master Ryunosuke, this is the necessary preparation for accumulating the strength to fight back." A dead disciple stopped his movements and said humbly.

Those who develop blood here are all dead disciples after the sixth generation of Van Ferme, which is naturally incomparable with the second-generation dead disciple Uyu Ryunosuke, so they are extremely respectful to the complaining Ryunosuke.

"Master Ryunosuke, do you want to take a rest?" Another dead disciple said with a flattering look on his face like a dog's leg.

"Well, you can help me complete the rest of the tasks, and remember to send the new junior to that smelly monk to check the origin."

Ryunosuke stood up, patted his pants, and explained the follow-up matters impatiently.

After finishing speaking, Ryunosuke grabbed the middle-aged man under him, and left the room without looking back. Rather than developing the dead disciples, he would rather experiment with the sacrificial ceremony of the Lalaiye text.

Hmm, how about summoning some unbreakable murlocs? Remember when they seemed to call themselves deep divers?

After Ryunosuke left, the faces of the two dead disciples in the room immediately turned down because of Ryunosuke's blame.

"Ryunosuke-sama's index is 70 people short, right?"

"Half for one person, let those 'hunting dogs' in the urban area catch some more."

"That's fine, but remember to let them limit their power. My ancestor said that there are gods in this city."

The sun is gradually setting to the west.

The student council classroom of the Junior High School of Rien Women's Academy.

The clock on the wall, with its hour hand slowly pointing to 5 o'clock, reminds the student union members of the current time.

"Crack! Crack!"

Asakami Fujino sat on the main seat of the only long table in the classroom, holding a stack of important documents, and gently bumped the long table to organize the documents neatly.