"Hey, what's wrong with Uncle?" Elia in the carriage asked.

"It's okay, it's okay," Li Wenwen cleaned up the blood stains on his hands and said casually, "It's just a little flying insect to death." ”

Li Wenwen returned to the car and held the reins: "Hey, come here, little ghost, come and recognize the way." ”

"Stupid is the most troublesome." Elia grumbled, "Hmm...... Take the other way. ”

Li Wenwen took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, while Iliya moved to the side with a disgusted expression.

"Hey, weren't you arrogant before?" The black clerk squatted on a tall and thick wooden pillar, "Quickly show your previous momentum!" Yes? ”

The black clerk was now in a dark martial arts training ground, and his right hand passed under the left shoulder of a tall and muscular man, carrying the man like this.

And the man's left arm disappeared from the elbow down - it was directly torn off by the black book, and his legs were maliciously twisted and discounted by the black book.

Even so, the man tried to attack the Black Book with his only intact right arm—probably the only way he could think of escape.

With a warm smile - although the smile that Black Clerk thought was kind to the man's gaze was actually terrifying due to the strange patterns on Black Paper's face, he took the punch, and then slowly twisted and broke off the only intact arm.

"Hey, Berserker." The magician's voice rang out from the empty training ground.

"Cut," the black clerk casually threw the man to the side, "Hey, magician, what are you doing?" ”

"How's this gladiator?"

"It's okay," the black book jumped off the wooden post, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and stepped on the gladiator's left arm with his right foot, "Hey, what the hell are you looking for me, ah?" ”

The gladiators screamed loudly.

"Hey, it's noisy!" The black book was annoyed and increased the strength of his feet, "Don't scream! Didn't you see what I was talking about? Yes! ”

The gladiator was frightened by the black paper's intimidation, and the aggravated pain on his mutilated left arm continued to stimulate his brain, but he did not dare to speak at all.

"Do you want to find some stronger opponents?" The magician said in a seductive voice.

"Hahaha...... "Hey, magician, you're really, silly and cute." ”

"......" the magician fell silent.

"Hey, magician, tell me what you want me to do as soon as possible, and I can promise you while I'm in a good mood right now."

“…… I'll go to a church and help me grab a scepter. ”

"Yes, you can say no to that a long time ago, and what?"

"Just don't let them find out about you."

"No problem, no problem, no one will know if they're all dead, right?"

"So arrogant...... Not quite right? ”

"Hey, hey!" The black clerk stomped his right foot hard—the gladiator at his feet couldn't hold back any longer, and screamed in pain, and the arm was almost useless—and shouted angrily, "You're a berserker!" You ask so much, isn't it good for me to summon the assassin directly! ”

“…… Well, you can do whatever you want. The magician reluctantly said, "Someone will take you to that church in a moment." ”

"Wouldn't that be nice?" Hei Shu stretched and walked towards the door of the martial arts training ground.

The gladiator wept tears of emotion because he had survived, and prayed to the gods he knew.

"Surprise!" The black book that was originally in the doorway suddenly appeared behind the gladiator.

"Don't, don't!" The gladiator looked in horror at the shoes on his head, twisting his mutilated body and begging for mercy.

The black book stepped down with a smile.

"Hey, magician, are you still there?"

"How?"

"Remember to ask someone to clean up."

"This is it, right?" The black book asked the person who was leading the way next to him.

"yes, then I'm leaving." The man leading the way, who was supposed to be a servant of the magician, bowed respectfully to the black book, and then turned to leave.

The black clerk walked over and knocked lightly on the door that had been opened.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A lovely nun, about sixteen or seventeen, walked by and asked softly.

"Miss, may I ask you, is the new bishop here?" The black clerk put his hands on the nun's shoulders.

PS: I wrote these in the morning, I took a nap at noon, and when I got up, I received the news that my grandfather was gone...... This time may be stopped for a few days.