Bart had an extremely poor sleep last night.

Panta, who used to like to drink and abuse him, is now cute in his eyes, because compared to this drunken holy warrior who likes to drink to rot, the Squewell who sits on the suspended staff of Hades in a black mage robe makes him feel even more creepy, and he often thinks that he has seen the Death Reaper, the messenger of Hades, the moment he enters the hall!

There was also a pile of snow-white blowing snow that was the complete opposite of the black Skver, and as long as his gaze swept over Barth's body, Bart felt as if he had been raped by an incomparably sharp sword.

However, these two were not excessive, because Murtha had his great sword by his side, but it just blocked the way to the back house.

It's not your fault that the sword is big, but your sword is too much to block a three-meter-wide door, causing Bart to carefully avoid the sword every time. And, most depressingly, none of the three guys seemed to need to rest, but kept their eyes in the direction of the hall door, as if they were waiting for something.

Coupled with a panta who was squeezed into the beams of the room and lying down drinking, the whole hall made Bart feel extremely cramped, and every time he entered the hall, he would unconsciously hold his breath.

Before dawn, Bart finally walked out of the gatehouse next to the gate of the house, and instead of abundant energy, a night's sleep brought not abundant energy, but continuous nightmares and weakness, Bart smiled bitterly: Is it also wrong to be sensitive?

The four of them got together, and Bart's peculiar instinct was always a reminder to his master that it was dangerous! But Bart couldn't control the feeling, and he was still complacent about this particular instinct! It's a blessing and a curse to be miserable because of this instinct now.

Bart stretched out the door, he wanted to go out to breathe, so as not to be scared out of the room by the guys in the house, but only when he walked out of the door, a cold aura suddenly flashed around him. Bart suddenly stiffened - what a terrible killing intent! If it weren't for his own special intuition, other people, even if they were at the golden level, might not be able to discover this deeply hidden killing intent.

Holy Tier Assassin!

The momentum is so powerful, it is necessary for a Saint-rank martial artist, but to hide this kind of killing intent that penetrates deep into the bone marrow almost seamlessly, that only a Saint-rank assassin can do it.

Bart turned his head sideways, but just saw a young man dressed in ordinary black with an ordinary face that people would forget when they saw it.

The young man in black felt Bart's gaze, and almost at the same time turned his head sideways and smiled and nodded to Bart, and Bart suddenly felt like a lightning strike, and his body trembled. It's terrifying, even Andre, who had two pairs of light wings that day, was not as terrifying as this person!

Andre was nothing more than coercion, and the killing intent in this person's heart was almost frozen into ice, restrained and intense.

Bart smiled weakly, but his heart couldn't help but cry bitterly: Another one?! Do you still let yourself live in this house?!

Bart was stunned there, but the man in black had already walked into the hall, and the eyes of the four people in the hall looked at him in unison, relatively silent for a moment, or Panta lazily greeted the visitor: "You can't change your appearance?" Every time I see you, I have this face that is going to die, and I am annoyed to death! ”

A soft smile appeared on the face of the man in black: "Little Greens, you are still as naughty as back then!" ”

Panta scratched her head in annoyance and sat up, "Hey, how many times have you told you, you are not allowed to call me that!" Bother! ”

The man in black shrugged: "Okay, little Grims! ”

Panta lay down again in anger, and took another sip of the bottle in his hand.

Squewell finally spoke: "Teacher, you're here!" ”

The man in black smiled and said, "Little Weiwei, don't be too serious, otherwise no beautiful lady will want to go to your bed!" ”

Skewell: "...... Teacher, I'm still a virgin! ”

The man in black was stunned, but then shook his head with a wry smile, this Skerwell is simply a wooden head.

Turning his gaze to Murta, who had already stood up stiffly and lowered his head: "... Old... Hello Teacher! The man in black looked Murtha up and down with a slurp: "Hehe, look, you are a little bull, you secretly took the woodcutter I put in the firewood room back then and ran away, and now you have grown up!" ”

Murta's face flushed, her lips squirmed a few times, but she couldn't think of a word of justification.

The man in black let go of Muerta, who was about to suffocate his illness, and looked at the last person in the hall: "Blowing snow!" You, who are brothers, have done a good job in the past few years, and you haven't let these little ones go the wrong way! ”

As soon as the words were spoken, only Skewell of the other three did not move, Panta's face changed drastically, and Murtha suddenly realized.

"Ah, it turns out that the blowing snow was sent by this old fellow, no wonder...... Hum! Panta wanted to say something, but thinking about how much she had taken care of her for so many years, she couldn't say anything, so she could only stare at the man in black fiercely with her eyes.

Murta, however, understood why the mysterious Blowing Snow had gotten into the organization in the first place.

Blowing Snow respectfully saluted the man in black: "It's all the teacher's guidance!" Otherwise, my brother would still be living a muddy life and wasting his time. ”

The man in black smiled: "You are humble again!" However, you're right, it's a lot of effort for you to find these disobedient guys and unite them! ”

Fuxue shook her head: "But there are still two people who haven't arrived this time." ”

The man in black waved his hand casually: "No need, the Temple of Light has made a move!" Naturally, they will see the news and rush over! ”

Blowing Snow was taken aback: "The old guy of the Pope of Light really can't help it?" ”

The man in black laughed: "Five cardinal archbishops, twelve cardinals, and nearly two hundred members of all three ranks of the Holy Inquisition, do you think this kind of strength will be used by the Pope of Light for a ride?!" ”

Blowing Snow sighed, lowered his head and pondered.

"One more thing! The Pope of Light is missing! Under my watch, this guy suddenly disappeared, not even a breath left, as if he was no longer in this space. There was a rare doubt on the face of the man in black, this incident caused him far more trouble than ordinary people, after all, he had been monitoring the Pope of Light for an extremely long time, but this was the first time in the past hundred years that he had lost a trace of the Pope.

Coupled with the sudden big move of the Holy See of Light, this made him put down other things and rushed to Bielefeld before the Holy See army.

The other four people in the room fell silent at the same time.

The disappearance of the Pope of Light, at this particular moment, undoubtedly added more variables to Bielefil's situation, and the absolute main forces of those Light Temples rushed to Bielefeld in large numbers, could it be aimed at Wende. Wood's?