For the first time in the twilight, Nottingburgh was in such a state of anxiety, and the ancient city, which had all its glory in its glory, was now as precarious as a lonely boat floating in a storm, and for only one reason, the least likely old Bronte had an accident. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the splendid Sistine Chapel, the Pope was sending a detachment of elite troops to investigate, and he had never been so angry, as could be seen from his orders, and now all the knights had only four words left on their minds - desperate.

Cold sweat broke out on his slightly white sideburns, and the Pope kept making crosses on his chest, but the Holy Spirit did not seem to appear, the idol in front of him was still dim, and his hands trembled more and more violently.

"If you can see, dear God, please protect your faithful Richard through this calamity, and all that will be remembered in Nottingburgh will remember your glory, and dear Beronte, if you have ascended into the sky, please protect your pious people・・・・・・"

Richard XII's eyes were lowered, and his chest rose and fell violently.

I saw the wicked・・・・・・ it was so unscrupulous, the Holy Soul of the Book of Revelation had been extinguished・・・・・・ and a cruel demon had been born・・・・・・ my heavens・・・・・・ which would devour all light and spread like a plague with iniquity・・・・・・

He dragged his lead-filled legs to the window, and the brave knights below were in high spirits, and they would travel four blocks to the old mansion of Old Bironte, and then find the murderer and let the disaster die in the bud.

The crimson sun pierced through the huge glass window and fell on Richard XII's face, and he did not feel warm at all, and the haggard face was reflected in the bright window, and the once vigorous spirit had long been replaced by a bloodless paleness.

Before he brought death into the world・・・・・・

God willing・・・・・・

He chuttered "Amen" and knelt down slowly in front of the window, praying meticulously, while the disaster-stricken Nottingburgh let out a devastating roar.

My dear God! What's going on! Qin Yunhao looked at the painful death of the old Belante, and his heart couldn't help but tremble... No, I never thought of killing someone! ・・・

He wanted to see how old Bronte was doing, but suddenly there was the sound of neat footsteps outside the house, and he saw a knight in full armor in a faint reflection from the window.

Their purpose is not difficult to guess at all, Qin Yunhao took two steps back in a panic, I have to try to leave, they will never trust an Oriental without any identity.

Qin Yunhao immediately went to the second floor, he put on his own makeup, in fact, it was just a death mask, he was ashamed of it, but he had no other way, at this moment it looked like a complete Westerner, the mask fit very well, no matter what expression there was not the slightest flaw.

Then, it's time to race to the death.

Qin Yunhao stuffed a stone pillar into the quilt and threw it out from one window, and at the same time jumped out of the other door, he soon fell to the ground with the broken glass, and without the slightest delay, he immediately ran towards the old block, and the knights divided into two ways, checking the situation of one side respectively, and when they stepped over the corner, all they saw was a back in the distance.

"Over there, keep up!." The knight shouted and chased after more than ten knights, but when they reached the fork in the road, Qin Yunhao was gone, and they were divided into two roads again to chase one side respectively.

Qin Yunhao breathed a sigh of relief next to the wall, a large shadow fell from the dense treetops outside, which happened to hide his figure, and when he saw the knights running hurriedly, he knew that he had temporarily avoided their sight.

Run, stinky guys, and run as far as you can.

Qin Yunhao passed through the gloomy path and went up the old road in the old city, and the white-clothed knights in front of him interrogated passers-by one by one.

Qin Yunhao took a deep breath・・・・・・ they don't recognize me.

So he walked calmly, just a troubled young man who was bored in the evening, and he walked with a flirtatious smile and hummed a little song, enjoying the last sunshine that was about to pass away.

Soon someone noticed him, and a knight ran over with a spear in his hand, blocking Qin Yunhao's path.

"What's going on?" Qin Yunhao was the first to ask.

"Don't worry too much." The knight was about to put his gun to his neck, "How did you get here?" ”

"Hey, be polite." Qin Yunhao frowned and stepped forward, "Look, my house is here, I just flipped over the wall... Don't be so loud, okay?" Let my grumpy old dad hear that I have to get a lot of sticks again. ”

The knight stared at him for a long time without speaking.

"I said, "Did you have anything to do with me?" His movements showed his helplessness at the moment, "If it's okay, I have to go, I have to go to meet my dear Mary, it's not good to keep her waiting." ”

The knight withdrew his spear, measured his body and made way out, and the knight's gaze stayed on him as Qin Yunhao walked in front of him.

Without any suspicious movements, the knight had no choice but to continue his mission.

The smile retracted, and Qin Yunhao quickly hid in the crowd, he tied up his long hair, lifted his coat and threw it into the garbage heap, revealing a close-fitting black vest. His body was covered in beads of sweat, and his muscular muscles were a healthy wheat color in the sun.

He was a sports-loving guy who was sweating profusely at this time.

I should be glad that they don't have any information about me yet, Qin Yunhao is heading north, and there is only one place where I can escape.

His gaze swept to the tall bell tower to the west, and the sun hanging next to it shone brightly on the white marble of the upper floor, casting the long shadow of the bell tower over the majestic cathedral.

Sistine Chapel.

Fortunately, every pope is a weak scholar who is helpless.

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