Wang Heng turned the page again and said nonchalantly: "You should go back." ”

Wang Yu froze, was silent and did not speak, but slowly took a sip of black tea again.

"If it was just speculation before, now that someone has chased after you, you should understand." Wang Heng was still looking at the book, his head never raised, and the blue magic power of his fingertips flickered with faint traces.

Wang Yu sighed softly, his stiff body relaxed, shrank softly into the chair, and said with some emotion: "Black tea, it's so fragrant." ”

There was a look of nostalgia.

Wang Heng stopped talking.

Wang Yu snuggled leisurely in the soft armchair, squinting his eyes, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The sunroom was quiet again.

……

"Uh-ah-" Wang Heng stood up and stretched: "Make dinner, make dinner." ”

Youzhu raised her head and looked out the window to see that it was already the end of dusk.

turned his head to look at where Wang Yu was sitting, but he was stunned: "It's gone?" ”

"Something is gone, long gone." Wang Heng rolled his eyes and leaned over to pack up the tea set.

"Gone?" Youzhu tilted her head slightly, thought for a while and had no impression: "When?" ”

"After a snack." Wang Heng replied nonchalantly: "Don't rely too much on spiritual perception, although the eyes are not necessarily reliable. ”

Youzhu stared at the chair for a few seconds, then turned to Wang Heng: "Why are you urging him to go back so quickly?" ”

"What, you like him?" Wang Heng cleaned up the table and quipped without raising his head.

Youzhu looked at him like a fool.

"He's got his own thing to do, and it's rare to be able to run out for so long." Wang Heng picked up the tray: "It's very dangerous outside, especially when some guys who jump off the wall in a hurry have no regard for their faces." ”

Youzhu thought for a moment: "Do your magicians over there often do this kind of things?" ”

"It's not, it's an eventful autumn, the tide is rising, and naturally there will be stinky fish and rotten shrimp that can't help but come out to stir up the water." Wang Heng pushed open the door of the sunroom: "He has to cook by himself." ”

The door was closed, and Youzhu was in a daze.

Although she was raised as a magician, she didn't know it would be so complicated.

The door opened again, and Wang Heng poked his head: "Let me ask, what do you want to eat for dinner?" ”

Youzhu's small hand stroked his lower lip: "Pan-fried saury?" ”

Wang Heng raised his eyebrows in some surprise: "I thought you would order more Western-style dishes." ”

"Do you do it?" Youzhu asked calmly.

"If it's a hassle-free pasta, you can." Wang Heng retracted his head with a smile.

……

The next day, Aozaki Orange visited the Kuenji Temple again.

The face is unusually ugly.

Wang Heng was still holding the book with an old cover, and his fingertips were constantly empty.

Seeing Orange come in, he just raised his head slightly and didn't speak.

Orange didn't speak, just kept staring at Wang Heng.

Youzhu quietly looked at the two of them through the book.

After waiting for a long time, Wang Heng sighed and rubbed his temples slightly: "Miss Aosaki, can I ask what happened?" ”

Orange was silent for a long time, and then said, "Grandfather is dead." ”

"Huh?" Puzzled, the corner of Wang Heng's eyes twitched: "The head of the Cangqi family is dead?" When? ”

"The day before yesterday."

Wang Heng spat out a turbid breath, a little incredulous: "You mean that those miscellaneous fish who hung us here killed the head of the Cangqi family who was close to the fifth law on the spiritual ground of the Cangqi family?" ”

Orange was silent for a moment: "It's not them. ”

"Who's that?" Wang Heng was a little curious.

"Handle pear." Orange said with some disgust.

"Handle pear?" Wang Heng muttered and searched in his mind: "The one of the Templar Church?" ”

"Yes." The answer was so concise that I didn't want to say a word more.

Wang Heng nodded with a little headache: "If I'm not mistaken, the Cangqi family and the Wenshan family are world friends, right?" ”

"Yes." Orange nodded and paused slightly: "Moreover, he can be regarded as a disciple of his grandfather." ”

What kind of strange ethical drama this is.

Wang Heng was a little speechless: "Although I think this is a family matter of the Cangqi family, it's better to ask." Why did Yongli kill him? ”

"I felt like I could kill it, so I did it." Orange's voice was indifferent.

"Huh?" Wang Heng suspected that he had misheard: "What did you say?" ”

"That's what he said, I'm just repeating it." Orange's face was a mixture of disgust and a little fear.

"Tsk." Wang Heng couldn't help but be stunned: "The madman of the Templar Church. ”

Then he looked up, "The Templars don't know how to use magic, do they?" Can he kill a magician who is close to the law? ”

Orange paused: "Flesh." ”

"That means the soul is still there." Wang Heng pursed his lips and lay back, picking up the book again: "I thought it was a big deal." That's what he doesn't want to recover, what kind of death. ”

Orange stared at him.

Wang Heng moved away from the book, a little helpless: "So what are you doing looking for me?" ”

"Go to church." Orange looked at Wang Heng.

"No, no." Wang Heng pursed his lips: "Those crazy people can't wait to kill all the magicians, since they can't control me, why should I go to see the stinky face." ”

"You brought in those who broke the barrier." Orange glared at Wang Heng.

So your grandfather's death has nothing to do with you...... meaning.

Wang Heng looked at the orange speechlessly.

After staring at each other for a minute, Wang Heng got up: "Okay, okay, go go." ”

"It's time to buy groceries." muttered in a low voice, and looked at Youzhu, who had been glancing at them from time to time through the book: "Is there anything I need to bring?" ”

Youzhu tilted her head and thought, "Dim Sum." ”

"Sooner or later, you will become a pig." Wang Heng rolled his eyes.

"No way, I don't have that kind of superfluous stuff in my body." Youzhu replied calmly.

It's true, but it's not as easy as you say.

Holding back the desire to complain, Wang Heng waved his hand, pushed the door and left.

……

Misaki City Wada Church.

In fact, it is the name of the Templar Church in the local area.

After all, the church is not a fast-food restaurant, but a global chain, so the specific name varies from place to place.

Wang Heng nodded, thinking back to the knowledge of the Templar Church.

This is a large force that competes with the Magic Society, spreading all over the world, rejecting heresy, believing in gods, and relieving the suffering.

Of course, the function of repelling heresy is basically the only thing that magicians can do.

The struggle with the Magic Association lasted for thousands of years, but they failed to eliminate the other party, and finally reached a certain degree of compromise in modern times, but the struggle continued in the shadows.

By the way, the Templar Church also uses magic.

Of course, their name is "baptismal chant," a miracle from the Lord.

In Wang Heng's view, none of them are good things, the church is crazy, and the Magic Association is scum.

In short, they are not people.

……

As the façade of God, the church is not shabby.

Obviously, neither Orange nor Wang Heng could have had any good feelings for the church.

But he was not a person who dragged mud and water, and stepped straight into the main hall of the church.

A standard nun approached her.

She looks rather dignified, but her eyes are always closed, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by her movements.

"It's Miss Orange." The corners of the nun's mouth hooked up a sneer: "It's too slow, isn't it?" Coming now, isn't the church always open to the bad guys? If you want to come, it's better to come early. ”

It's quite a poisonous tongue.,Except for her appearance, you can't see where she looks like a woman who serves the gods.。

Wang Heng looked the nun up and down.

The nun also turned her head as if she could see him, and her brow furrowed visibly: "So, you are the outsider?" ”

Wang Heng nodded, then looked at the other party's eyes that had always been closed, and added: "Yes." ”

The nun frowned: "Aren't you tired?" ”

Wang Heng was stunned.

Orange said softly: "Zhou Se is only a frame, she is blind, but she can sense people by good and evil. ”

Wang Heng said: "In other words, I am a big villain, right?" Carrying your life? ”

The last sentence is a question.

Wei Jia just frowned and "looked" at him.

Wang Heng rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the orange: "Don't you want to see the Wenshan Yongpear?" ”

Orange is also a little puzzled, Zhou Se Yujia is not a person who will stop the business.

But before they could say anything, Wei Jia turned around and said, "Come with me, the priest is behind." ”

Wang Heng could feel that Weijia didn't like him, but he didn't seem to hate him.

As a nun who can feel good and evil, and can also feel the bloody intent of murder in him, it is strange enough.

Not to mention the nuns of the Templar Church.

However, he was not curious about it, after all, his position as a magician meant that it would be difficult for them to get along.

Passing through the small door on the left side of the church, there is a row of small rooms that appear to be used to house people who temporarily turn to the church.

Walking past a few huts, Weijia stopped, and seemed to be a little angry and said, "Father! Please be more cautious about sheltering stray cats and dogs, the church's fundraising is not enough to keep dozens of cats and dogs at the same time! ”

In the corridor stood a tall young man dressed in a priest's robe and draped in a cloak.

The height is 1.9 meters, which is the height at which Wang Heng needs to raise his head to speak.

Yongli retracted her gaze at the cats and dogs playing outside the window, looked at the angry nun, and showed a smile: "Weijia, when they bark at you, how can you bear to refuse them?" ”

"Of course I can't bear to refuse." Weijia's answer was without hesitation: "After all, I am the one who supports the running of the church and the troubled funds." ”

Wenshan Yongli listened to Weijia's complaints, and responded insincerely: "Okay, okay." ”

His eyes turned to Orange and Wang Heng, who were following behind Wei Jia.

Gently pushing her glasses, she greeted Orange, "You don't seem to be in a good mood, Miss Orange." ”

"Thanks to you." Orange said coldly.

Yongli didn't care too much, and turned to Wang Heng: "Then, the foreign magician seems to be you." ”

Wang Yu squinted his eyes and nodded slightly: "That's right, temporarily borrow it in the Jiuyuan Temple Mansion." ”

Yongli nodded, and suddenly said, "But you don't look like a magician." ”