"My name is a saint, a messenger of God!"

When Ning Bufan lifted the white robe and saw clearly the face that was bruised by Ning Bufan, the body of the man in white shook violently, although his body was beaten by Ning Bufan and the pain was extremely painful, but his posture was quite upright, and he looked arrogant that he would not give in if you killed Lao Tzu.

"Saints? Are you sure you're not sick in the head? Looking at the guy in front of him who was dragging two hundred and five like existence, Ning Bufan resisted the urge to smash his fist out again, but he finally spit out what he wanted to ask.

He really doesn't have a lot of neuroses in this world!

"You...... Hum! The young man panted like an old cow and stared at Ning Bufan fiercely, his eyes naturally filled with hatred and hatred, but perhaps he had seen Ning Bufan's slightly trembling fists, he finally swallowed the following words into his stomach, and only raised his head again and snorted coldly to show his disdain for Ning Bufan.

"Why did you come here to kill me?" Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Ning Bufan was not angry, but asked in a faint voice.

"Hmph, killing you is killing you, where do you need so many reasons!" The saint snorted coldly again, still preferring to die rather than give in.

"I'm a person who doesn't like to act violently, I just like to convince people with virtue!" Ning Bufan's whole face seemed to be a little distorted, and he barely showed a smile, but no matter how he looked at it, this smile was full of great chill.

In his heart, he added, that is, if it is not possible to convince people with virtue, then, it is no wonder that he has added fists and feet, even if there is God, he understands him.

"The Messenger of God does not need to explain anything to anyone!"

Somehow, the saint's heart suddenly burst out, and he always felt that there was something in Ning Bufan's words! But the arrogance of being a saint made him unwilling to give in to Ning Bufan, so he glanced at Ning Bufan coldly, and turned his head to look away to hide the chill in his heart.

"Bang!"

"I'm paralyzed on you!"

Finally. Ning Bufan's patience has reached the limit, and he has given this two hundred and five good faces again and again, but in exchange for the other party's cold face. Even the best-tempered people can't stand it, right? Condensed the wolf fist, Ning Bufan grabbed the saint's head and threw it with a punch!

After the punch smashed straight into the saint's head and smashed it away, Ning Bufan took advantage of the victory to pursue. The crocodile stepped out and flew and kicked the saint in the belly.

The saint finally could not maintain his pride as God, and slammed into the wall with a scream, and after a few bones cracked, the saint fell to the ground and trembled.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back just now when I saw your appearance, okay, I'm really a man who convinces people with virtue and doesn't like violence. So let's move on to our business...... What? Already dizzy? After this violent beating, Ning Bufan only felt that the acupoints of his whole body were filled with an indescribable pleasure, as if he had absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, but then he had a depressing thing, this white-clothed saint seemed to be dizzy.

Well, it's dizzy, not dead yet!

"So unbeaten? Return the Messenger of God? Ning Bufan mentioned this saint, shook his head and sighed slightly. Turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window is a polluted river, if you throw this thing down now......

Look at this guy's life. Drown, or live.

Ning Bufan smiled evilly......

Late at night, peaceful.

The night in a foreign country is a little cool, but there is a slight loneliness in the coolness.

Ning Bufan looked at the street girl in the red light district, the couple kissing openly under the bridge, and the frustrated wandering singer who played the guitar and sang not far away......

I have to say. This place is full of romance and vulgarity, elegant and uninteresting.

After sleeping in the hotel for a few hours, Ning Bufan rode a motorcycle to the sky, and under the cover of night, Ning Bufan began to hurry. Eager to see Emily, eager to tell her about her thoughts about these days, and more importantly, Ning Bufan felt that for the first time, he already had a home, and he would soon have a harbor to rest!

It's close, it's coming.

The farther away from Berlin, the more excited Ning Bufan's heart became, and he fantasized about meeting Emily again more than once.

Emily, wait, I'll be here soon!

And, baby in the womb, I'm coming!

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It is a city wall that has been around for almost a thousand years. It stands in the northernmost part of Berlin, across the most luxurious part of Berlin.

No one knew what was inside the walls, and no one dared to approach it, because everyone who approached it had disappeared inexplicably.

On the other side of the ancient and heavy city wall, the old man seemed to feel something, and raised his head slightly. The old man sat on a Bible and it was turned to the last page.

The last page has a few lines of words, but they twist and twist like tadpoles, not like the language of any country.

The Edwards were associated with the Saints' Order, but the Edwards were not part of the Saints' Order.

The Saints and Edwards are simply a partnership. Some of the more ordinary people need the Saints to come forward to pay, and the Edward family is responsible for some of the financial provisions of the Saints' organization.

Their collaboration was mysterious, and they didn't know there was such an organization as a saint except for an old man of the Edward family.

In front of the old man stood a young man who was also holding a Bible, but the young man was dressed in white, and there was an indescribable sense of mystery throughout him. He wasn't almost armed to the teeth like the other saints, he at least had his head out of the air.

It was a very handsome woman-like face!

However, at this moment, the young man stared at the last page of the Bible with wide eyes and disbelief, and when the tadpole text on this page was fully translated, he was shocked.

"The last page, the prophecy of the prophet, it is hard to believe what is in this prophecy, and if I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have acknowledged it at all......"

"What prophecy?" The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the young man. He didn't know much about this young man, only that he knew that this young man was the brain of the Saint Organization, and his strength was unfathomable.

"The thousand-year-old battle between light and darkness will end at the hands of a different youth!" The young man muttered the words, then closed his Bible and closed his eyes.

"Oh? Heterogeneous youth? The old man was a little surprised, "Light refers to, darkness refers to ......"

"The light, of course, refers to us, the messengers of God, but the darkness is the vampires of the Van family, and we have been fighting for nearly a thousand years, each with its own ...... of damage," the young man said softly.

"Are there really alien creatures like vampires?" A little surprise flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Of course, there are many mysterious things in this world! The monsters of Huaxia also exist. The young man finally opened his eyes and nodded.

"You're not here just to tell me about vampires, are you? Ever since I met you, you don't seem to have seen me like this! The old man stared at the young man, and he always felt that there was something familiar between the young man's eyebrows.

He had only known this young man for a few years, and he had always had a white cloth wrapped around his face in the past few years, and it was because of this white cloth that he didn't know what this young man looked like. He really hadn't seen such a completely undisguised situation as today.

"Of course not, Edward, my child ......" the young man shook his head, smiling strangely, but his voice was kind and old.

"Kid? Are you ......" The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly revealed a hint of disbelief.

This title seems to be ......

"Yes, it is me, I gave you this book more than sixty years ago, and at that time, I always felt that my lord had a secret hint that I would give you this Bible, and the prophecy of sixty years later had finally come true!"

"What?" The old man remembered the past sixty years ago.

At the beginning, he was only a young man in his twenties, and the person who gave him the book was an old man of his age at the moment.

"Your whole life will be accompanied by killing, and when the killing stops, it will also be when you die."

That's what the man who gave him the Bible said.

Unexpectedly, sixty years have passed, and the youth of the two seem to have been exchanged.

Sixty years, sixty years? If what the young man in front of him said is true, then ......

Is the prophecy of the prophet also true? Vampires are no longer legends?

Even God is ......

Exists?

What a crazy world this is! (To be continued......)