"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Even though the tuxedo man was only half right, An Ying still pretended not to know anything.

Drop a word, and want to leave again.

Seeing that An Ying still wanted to leave, the tuxedo man continued to laugh and said, "Don't you want to know why the Templars are gathering so much? ”

Isn't it because of me?

I don't want to know!

An Ying was not at all interested in this topic of tuxedo men.

Seeing that An Ying was indifferent to this topic, the tuxedo man who had been smiling and pretending to be mysterious opened his eyes wide, revealing a stunned expression.

But immediately, he smiled again: "You don't think that only the immortals you serve want to come to Andromeda, do you?" ”

An Ying's heart sank.

He didn't turn around, but went straight back to the stall. He looked at the tuxedo man and motioned for him to continue.

Seeing An Ying retreat, the tuxedo man took off his top hat, bowed slightly, and introduced himself: "I serve the great Lord of the Mille-Feuille, and I am a Mille-Feuille Master of the Mille-Feuille Association. ”

Is the Lord of the Thousand Layers the title of the evil god believed in by the person in front of him who claims to be the Master of the Thousand Layers?

There is only one evil god that An Ying knows now, and that is the Dire Witch. So when he heard the self-introduction of the mille-feuille, he felt very unfamiliar.

Seeing one or two from An Ying's expression, the Mille-Feuille smiled and said, "It seems that you don't know about our Mille-Feuille Association, you should have recently believed in immortality and become a doomer, right?" ”

An Ying was silent, and he had nothing to say about the secrecy of his coming to this world.

The mille-feuille master acquiesced to the evil god believers who only entered the doom world because of the evil god, and he continued: "Although our mille-feuille association is not visible, it is also an organization of famous fairy stars, and you will get to know us roughly if you inquire about it later."

I'd love to know, which immortal you serve? ”

An Ying was silent.

Do you want to use the Dire Witch to fill up the number and perfunctory the "peers" in front of you?

After thinking about it for a while, An Ying still said, "The immortal I serve is the noble Dire Witch. ”

Upon hearing that An Ying was a believer in the Dire Witch, the Mille-Feuille's eyes lit up: "It turns out that you are a newcomer to the Night Witch Tea Party, and speaking of which, I have had a few transactions with your higher-ups. ”

Got a new message from the Mille-Feuille, the Dire Witch's followers organized a Night Witch Tea Party, and Annel secretly remembered it in his heart.

If you encounter it in the future, you must avoid it.

After all, he was the one who pretended to be the Dire Witch Evil God and was discovered by the Dire Witch herself.

Maybe the Dire Witch has given orders to her followers to catch him as an impostor!

The mille-feuille master stared at An Ying up and down for a while, and kept shaking his head: "It's really strange, how could your immortals choose you, a newcomer who has just become a doom, as the container for coming......"

An Ying was shocked, he was a vessel for the evil god to descend to the nether?

For a moment, his eyes became fierce: "How do you know?" ”

The mille-feuille smiled slightly, and began to fry a new mille-feuille cake again: "If you are not a vessel for the immortal descending, how can you be crushed by the manifesting temple goddess to bleed?" ”

His appearance in Temple Square just now was seen by this mille-feuille?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, An Ying glanced at the sparse crowd nearby, and asked in a low voice, "You saw it all just now?" ”

"What do you say?" The mille-feuille continued to laugh.

"So you're following me?" An Ying suppressed the anger in her heart, restrained her emotional changes as much as possible, and stared coldly into the eyes of the mille-feuille.

I thought that the Mille-Feuille Master would answer yes, but Mille-Feuille was surprised by An Ying and shook his head: "No, it was the Supreme Immortal who used me as a medium to see your performance in the Temple Square. ”

An Ying knew this ability, because he could also select Erin through the Heart Source Fire and observe the movements around Erin.

When this mille-feuille told him this, did he want to threaten him to do something?

An Ying stared at the Mille-Feuille Master uncertainly: "What is the purpose of telling me this?" ”

At the mention of this topic, the mille-feuille smile appeared on his face: "My lord said that you are too weak, and you are so easy to be discovered by the people of the temple, so that the immortal you serve cannot come.

My Lord has made me wait for you here, and I will give you a gift for self-defense. ”

"No thanks!"

An Ying didn't even think about it, so she refused.

Would an evil god be so kind to let his followers give other people's followers gifts for self-defense?

There must be a conspiracy in this, and he won't believe it!

"You can't say no, pick one of these five mille-feuille cards!"

The mille-feuille's smile gradually froze, and his voice suddenly turned cold, freezing like falling into an ice cave.

Facing the cold look of the Mille-Feuille Master, who was no longer amiable, An Ying knew that if he rejected him, he would most likely be killed on the spot.

The situation is stronger than people, and An Ying doesn't want to burp on this strange alien before she finds her way home.

He lowered his head and looked at the five mille-feuille cards spread out on the stall.

The background color of the mille-feuille card body is all the color of the yellowed scroll, revealing a quaint atmosphere.

From left to right, each card has a weird pattern framed by a rectangular border on the top, and the text of Andromeda is stamped underneath each pattern:

bells and whistles,

Prairie viper,

High nuts,

Disappearing black cut,

Looking back.

An Ying raised his head and looked at the mille-feuille division again, and saw that the mille-feuille's eyes were still cold-blooded and ruthless, so he had to bite the bullet and stretch out his hand to one of the mille-feuille cards.

That's you, High Nuts!

An Ying picked up the mille-feuille card called High Nut, and said to the mille-feuille master, "Can I leave now?" ”

The chill on the face of the mille-feuille retreated: "It's okay, remember to use it when you encounter danger, the mille-feuille technique in the mille-feuille card will have unexpected effects!" ”

Finally able to leave here, An Ying didn't think deeply about why the Thousand Layer Master said that he would be in danger later, so he hurriedly left here.

After walking away, thinking about today's bad luck, An Ying was in a very bad mood.

Only by becoming stronger as soon as possible will it not be at the mercy of others.

Looking for Erin and asking her to introduce her to the temple and learn more about Doom?

No, doesn't this reveal that I am now in the "evil god" weakness period?

Will be hacked to death by Erin in the name of the Templar Goddess!

So who to turn to?

Soon, An Ying's mind conjured up the gentle smile of the young priest Feng Ling, who was as warm as the breeze.

Feng Ling once seemed to say that if there is anything that the doom doesn't understand, you can ask her for advice.

It's up to you, Fengling!

As soon as Feng Ling was chosen, An Ying, who was walking on the way home, shook his head again and denied the plan.

The temple library where Feng Ling is located is in the temple square, and the statue of the temple goddess has appeared because of his appearance.

If he went to the Temple Library to find Feng Ling recently, wouldn't that be tantamount to hitting the muzzle of a gun?

Now it's okay, the only people who can ask for help are temporarily denied by him.

How's that to be?

Just as Annying was struggling with how to learn more advanced Doom knowledge, he didn't notice that he walked into a deserted street.

A cold wind blew, and a dark shadow crept out of the house on the side of the street and passed quickly in front of him.

Startled, he stumbled as he pondered, and almost fell to the ground.