"That's nature, Mr. Kirley. ”

Countless blood-red points of light floated in, converging into a black-haired and red-clothed boy. Wang Yu stood aside, looking at Yan Fenglizheng's body, with a regretful expression on his face hidden under the mask.

Really, if I could take his blood myself.

I don't know if Father Mapo minds?

Coveted the blood of the clergy of Yanfeng Lizheng, but the young man was not blinded by those petty profits. He squatted down and patted Yan Fengqili's shoulder like an old friend after a long absence.

"How, do you feel that joy and joy? is it more beautiful than you imagined?"

The awakened monster nodded, although it didn't look any different from before, but the twist in Yan Feng Qili's heart had begun to sprout. And what Wang Yu wants to do is to water the blood of innocents on this seedling and give birth to a beautiful evil flower.

And after squeezing the last drop of blood from Yan Feng Qili, he wiped it out.

"What am I going to do next?"

The priest, whose face had not yet disappeared, looked at the young man with a slight expectation in his eyes, like a devil before hunting food, and his heart was full of the purest evil happiness.

But Wang Yu shook his head as if he was angry, and sighed deeply.

"Qili, by now, haven't you seen your true nature?"

"My essence?"

Yan Feng Qili stood up, not caring that the pool of blood under his father was slowly decreasing.

"yes, your essence. ”

Seeing that Yan Feng Qili didn't care at all, Wang Yu was not so secretive. Originally, his previous actions were intended to be seen by the priest, and since he did not react to this temptation, he could rest assured that he could boldly search for the last ointment on Yan Fenglizheng's body.

As soon as the young man shook his hand, the old man's sturdy body quickly dried up and turned into a hideous corpse. All the blood was drawn out, and it gathered into blood balls that were collected by Wang Hao into the wide sleeves of the Hanfu.

"Derive pleasure from killing your loved ones, reap the joy of your own pain and the pain of others, this is you, O Qili. ”

Wang Yu's eyes under the mask looked playfully, looking at Yan Fengqili, who was contemplative.

"This is the twisted evil of you, in the cloak of holiness. ”

"If you don't know what you're going to do now, I'm disappointed. ”

The priest looked up thoughtfully and asked the boy.

"You mean to say that I should go and find pain before I can have joy?"

For Yan Fengqili, it doesn't matter whether his job is a holy son of God or a vicious devil, as long as he can feel that joy and emotion again.

"Tut-tut-tut. ”

Wang Yu stretched out an index finger and shook it at Yan Feng.

"It's too superficial, it's too superficial. What you need to do is to spread pain in an unknown way, and then approach people with your deceptive skin. Isn't it wonderful to think that a man who has lost his wife and daughter is telling his pain in front of a priest without knowing that the sanctimonious man in front of him is the author of his suffering?"

Yan Feng Qili's eyes seemed to light up, and his originally confused eyes suddenly became firm, like a child who had found a good toy.

"yes, why didn't I think of it? That's it, it's a game that makes you cheer when you think about it. ”

"Is that so? Hehe, then I'll go first. As tuition, I accepted Yan Fenglizheng's right hand. ”

Wang Yu replied with a smile, and the scarlet spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and the axe-like spear head easily cut off Yan Feng Lizheng's right hand, and was once again put into the bottomless sleeve of the robe by the young man.

Wang Yu glanced at the lobby, and the Assassins who had put on a posture of preparation for battle cautiously gathered towards the young man, causing him to let out a disdainful sneer.

"Qili, what does this mean?

The priest, immersed in joy, raised his head and dismissed the malevolent servants.

"Assassin, go back!"

"Yes, Master"

The only woman among the many Assassins glanced at Yan Feng Qili with some embarrassment, the Berserker with the Demon Divine Spear brought them a sense of threat was too strong, and the current Wang Yu and Yan Feng Qili were only a few steps away, if Wang Yu had the heart, he could even kill Yan Feng Qili in an instant.

As if seeing the Assassin's embarrassment, Wang Hao laughed softly and put away his treasure.

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything. ”

The mild chuckle turned into a hideous maniacal laugh in the next second, and the maniacal laughter that matched the Berserker's job made the nerves of the Assassins, who were very bad at frontal combat, tense up again.

"And, just because you bastards want to stop me? don't kid hahahahahahaha!!!hahahahahahahaha

None of the humiliated Assassins made impulsive choices, and as Assassins lurking in the shadows, this painless contempt could not cause any ripples in their hearts.

"Alright. Goodbye, Mr. Qili, I hope you can show us the results we want. Good luck, bye~"

Waving his arms, Wang Yu once again turned into an invisible spirit and disappeared into the church.

"Master, can this Berserker be trusted?"

One of the Assassins asked aloud, and when Wang Yu scanned them just now, the Assassins had the illusion of being stared at by a wounded beast, and that kind of desperate killing intent made even the old man in the mountain a little frightened.

"Of course not, I still don't know what his purpose is. ”

Answering Assassin's question without hesitation, Yan Feng wiped the blood from his face and walked towards the inside of the church.

However, this supreme joy is real, and it doesn't matter what the purpose of the Berserker is.

"Father's body is at your disposal, Hassan should have done this kind of thing, right?"

"That's right, don't worry. The name of 'Hassan of a thousand faces' is not in vain. ”

Deliberately preserved by Wang Yu to keep his face intact as the raw material for the Assassin's painted skin, Yan Feng Lizheng's body was about to be stripped of the last of its belongings, under the orders of his son.

"I'm going to rest, and I hope you won't let me down. ”

The Assassins bowed respectfully, saluting the Master, whom even they feared.

"I will not disgrace my life. ”