In the face of Father Stella's insensible angry words.

Jianming.

We can't sit idly by.

Coupled with his bosom friend's previous acting skills, he is a little itchy now.

My hands itched, too.

He turned his head and looked at Aoyama with an incredulous skeptical expression.

"Ah......h

Aoyama's polite speech was interrupted again before he finished speaking, and he was naturally very angry.

He nodded, and his gaze was very grim in agreement.

"Yes, and he's the same ...... Mad Dog Father Tiamat Stella we mentioned earlier. ”

Knowing what Qingshan meant, Jianming, who understood it, clasped his hands in front of his chest and pretended to think for a while.

Then he also put on a serious expression like Qingshan and said, "It's decided." ”

His eyes were like torches.

"him!"

Qingshan nodded again, completely agreeing with Jianming's words.

"Eun, as long as everyone speaks in unison afterwards, it's no problem. ”

Seeing that the two of them rolled up their sleeves and were ready to be murderous, Yuanshan, who had not spoken behind him, was now a little anxious.

Monks value harmony, as the so-called going out, more things are better than less!

He hurriedly tried to stop the two from going out of line.

"Wait a minute, you two, that's a big problem!"

"What do you mean, everyone is unified afterwards!?

Giggle.

Aoyama and Jianming turned back at the same time, revealing a wicked smile that Father Stella couldn't see.

He said softly: "It's okay, I'll invite you to eat fried chicken when I go back, and the two of us will solve this problem." ”

"This ...... This...... Oops!"

On being beaten, Yuanshan is absolutely good at it.

Recently, I have only learned to beat people.

Let him challenge the so-called persuasion now.

For him.

The difficulty is still too high.

Can't do it.

If it could be done, there would be no strife and war in this world a long time ago~

At present, he can only be neutral like his master Niu Dachun......

At the same time that several people were discussing beating him up, and then unifying their voices afterwards.

Father Stella had already examined several people in front of him with an energy detector.

The little girl still didn't have any energy at all.

That Taoist priest has the weakest energy response, but its structure is sharp...... It looks like a needle is gathering and looks dangerous.

The monk's energy response was strong...... But it's the complete opposite of that Taoist priest, and it looks very soft...... It gives a feeling of smoothness.

And as for the kid with a handful of white hair in the middle......

He has the greatest energy response, and he ...... with the other two and normal people are a little different.

Father Stella couldn't tell how it was different.

If I have to say it, it feels different.

The form is different.

It seems to be more pure......

Like ...... Something invisible was guarding him......

After savoring it, Father Stella came to a conclusion.

Of the three, no one has more energy than himself.

Can three people ...... No, the two of them together can outsmart themselves.

If it was one-on-one, he would never lose.

But...... Now it's a different story.

After the two rounds of life-and-death struggles just now, Father Stella's energy had long since dried up, and there was not a drop left at this moment.

He should be beaten and humiliated by the juniors of these infidels......

It would be better to let him die with those monsters just now.

He'd rather die a glorious death!!

The monk was right.

It's better not to fight or not to fight.

People value harmony.

Thinking of this, Father Stella squeezed out a false one that could not be more fake.

An embarrassing smile that doesn't smile.

To be honest, with his face, it's still a little scary.

But, as the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person.

He stretched out a hand like that and said, "Pause, pause, pause, no matter how you look at it, I'm just a seriously injured uncle, right?"

Qingshan listened and looked at Jianming, after all, he mentioned the idea alone, if Jianming was not interested, Qingshan didn't need to accompany him to be stupid.

Jianming pondered for a moment, staring at Father Stella's hideous smile as two rows of white teeth clenched together, and the other facial muscles completely unmoved.

Somehow...... He wanted to knock out the teeth of those two factions......

He looked at Qingshan with a melancholy face, and asked in a strange way: "Indeed, do you want to let him make two moves?"

Hearing Jianming's tone, Qingshan wanted to laugh a little, but he still held back, and then threw out two words simply and seriously.

"No. ”

"Hey!"

Jianming twisted his neck and turned his head back to Father Stella in a very stiff manner.

"People say they won't let it!!"

Then the muscles began to loosen. The snapping of knuckle pinching.

He stretched out his neck and said disdainfully: "I'm sorry~~~~!"

"Huh. ”

Qingshan still couldn't hold back his laughter, Jianming's provocative and under-beaten tone like a little gangster was not particularly reassuring when he used it on himself.

He finally experienced the feelings of a persecutor once.

Messing around with Jianming, to be honest, I'm quite happy.

"Oops, what's going on, I don't care!"

"Also, I want to eat the whole family bucket!"

Won-sun had already turned his back and pretended not to see anything.

Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs?

Absolutely impossible!!!

The tiger has the dignity of a tiger, and he will fight until the last moment.

Plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken?

Who would say such strange things??

Will an immortal bird be inferior to a chicken??

The other muscles in Father Stella's face finally moved.

Now he smiled knowingly.

He was genuinely laughing.

He began his prayers.

He's going to fight.

Just keep that hideous, sincere and crazy smile and let it hang on your face.

Father Stella said aloud, "Do you think that together you are greater than me, greater than my God?"

The corners of the smiling mouth crooked.

"Interesting, come on, let's try it!?"

The gray torn trench coat was propped up by his hands, floating in the air to his heart's content, full of momentum.

Turning the steel knife in his hand, he danced a sword flower and loosened his wrist.

Licking his lips, the battle boiled.

"———— Gate ——!"

Qingshan is behind his back with one hand, and the other hand has been pinched into a sword finger, ready to go.

Jianming jumped in place, like a winding arrow, ready to fire at any time.

The stalemate battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"What are you doing with that mad dog?!?

It's a bosom friend.

The sweet voice stopped Jianming and Qingshan, who were about to go to battle.

The two of them looked back at their bosom friend who was kicking the pebbles on the side of the road with their hands on their hips.

"It's useless to talk to him about what you don't have, it's better to go back to bed early, everything is settled, everyone has worked hard. ”

Aoyama has always been the most sensible one.

He immediately replied, "Well, bosom friend, you're right. ”

Jianming was also extinguished by a basin of cold water.

Since all his favorite bosom friends have said so.

Then there is no need for me to continue to mess around and be bored.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go back. ”

The four of them walked in groups, walking and walking.

Jianming and Aoyama didn't ask their bosom friend about the dream about the 'Misguided Heart' last night.

They thought it was just an ordinary dream.

Naturally, there is no need to inform others.

"Wait!!"

Father Stella, who also posed with two steel knives, was bleak in the night breeze.

The group ignored him and went home directly, to be honest, his face was a little ugly.

Jianming turned back to deal with him.

"What's the matter, you still want to fight?"

Father Stella didn't say a word, just glancing back and forth at the three of them.

There seemed to be something else he hadn't seen before.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Aoyama's body.

To be precise, it is the waist of Aoyama.

One of the few small objects hanging from Aoyama's waist exuded an energetic reaction that he cared about very much.

"Why don't you speak?"

Aoyama also began to be a little impatient, after all, he was the one who was staring at him.

He said, "You're weird!"

"You............ You must have no friends, right?"

This time, the bosom friend pulled down the lower eyelids of his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and this time made a sound.

"Slightly slightly. ”

This strange act shifted Father Stella's gaze to her again.

Unexpectedly, his dignity and faith were finally protected by a heretic whom he once wanted to kill......

In the face of the tenderness of his bosom friend, Father Stella also gave his return gift.

He took the steel knife out of his hand and plunged it into the ground.

Then he told the four people the information he had obtained in the previous battle.

This is a warning for them.

"The eyes are not the windows of the soul but the portals, beware of those ............ who break through the windows"

"Monsters. ”

"Amen. ”

Hearing this, the bosom friend's expression became serious.

Of course, others naturally didn't understand.

"Bosom friend, what does he mean?"

The bosom friend shook his head.

Pretended to be relaxed: "Anyway...... Just pay attention to the door, pay attention to the doors and windows, um. ”

"Oh...... My house is a big iron gate. ”

"There is no gate in our temple. ”

"You never seem to come to my house. ”

In this way, the group went back in a daze.

....................................

About ten minutes passed.

Father Stella finally found the old Buick he was driving when he came.

But the old Buick car exuded a foul smell and a fishy smell at this time.

He opened the trunk to pick up some high-purity alcohol fuel that had been stored in the trunk to replenish himself.

Outcome..................

only to find that his trunk was stuffed with dead fish by someone who doesn't know.

It looks like it's been dead for some time, and it's definitely not new.

It is not known who bought it at a low price from the beach market.

I don't know how it got into his car during this time.

It is even more unclear what kind of hatred and what kind of grudge will cause such revenge.

"Hmph. ”

Fortunately, he still has some clue in his heart.

Twisted the music box, in the wedding of dreams.

One by one, Father Stella put the dead fish in a garbage bag.