The fat priest bent down and bowed his head, still explaining sincerely, "I am with you, heart to heart, and live in the Great Northern League", and was about to say "Yin Wushuang, shameless, bewitching the quasi-divine beast" when he felt a flame attack in front of him.

As soon as he looked up, he was stunned, and hurriedly knelt on the spot to dodge the flame attack.

Thinking that he was not in place to phrase something, which angered the quasi-divine beast, the fat priest explained again:

"Venerable Quasi-Divine Beast, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm a priest of the Celestial God Cult, please forgive me! I have the same respect for you as I do for the God of creation, and in my heart you are as honored as the God of creation! Such a noble you, you shouldn't stand next to Yin Wushuang, you should crush Yin Wushuang's brain, dig out her heart, and then burn her bones! ”

Yan Shi looked at Yin Wushuang: "Why did the dead fat pig kneel down again?" Are you afraid of me? ”

Yin Wushuang shook his head, took a step forward, and pointed at the fat priest: "He said: Lao Tzu pointed his head at you, you can't spray, are you brain-dead or cross-eyed?" This kind of quasi-divine beast with IQ should go back to the furnace and reinvent it! See my current posture? I'll beat you to your knees and call Daddy! Just like the way I kneel now! ”

Hearing this, the Yan Lion was furious! It's like a mountain of flames!

"Scold me for being brain-dead and cross-eyed, and kneel down and call me dad when I am beaten! I'm furious! ”

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The fat priest can no longer understand Chinese, and he can detect that Yan Shi is even more angry!

His intuition told him that Yin Wushuang must have said something nonsense!

The fat priest's eyes burned with anger, he stood up and pointed at Yin Wushuang: "Shut up!" Huaxia Bichi! You poor creature who can only hide behind the Flame Lion! ”

Yin Wushuang's eyes widened, and without Yan Shi speaking, he "translated" and said: "He said: Yin Wushuang, tell the stupid pig around you, I will kill it!" ”

The flames on the flame lion rose again.

“！” The fat pastor scolded and didn't care about the identity of the pastor.

Yin Wushuang's expression was flat: "He said he was going to you." ”

The flame of the lion rose another layer.

"You've got what it takes!" The fat priest's voice was raised, and he was angry: "I will definitely break your neck with my own hands!" ”

"He said not only to you, but also to your whole family." Yin Wushuang smiled.

"You're such a disgusting, disgusting, like a cockroach living in a dark corner!"

"He said that after finishing your whole family, he will feed your whole family cockroaches." Yin Wushuang's tone was innocent: "He's so arrogant, I can't stand it anymore." ”

"Roar————

The flame lion let out the longest roar, kicked its hind legs, and tore through.

"I'm going to beat you dead fat pig into a cockroach!"

-

The wrath of a quasi-divine beast is not something that a blue-winged angel can resist.

The blue-winged angels can't resist it, how can those **-level little mages and little warriors withstand it?

Arthur could see that the Celestial Cult people were chased by the Fire Lion, who breathed fire from time to time, and they jumped up and down frantically to dodge, screaming from time to time, and scattered in all directions in the labyrinth.

“Help! Help！ (Help)" faded away.

The doubts deepened in Arthur's eyes—

So, what exactly just happened?

Shouldn't it be a battle of ice and fire, fighting to the death?

Why did the Flame Lion help them chase after the Celestial God Cultists?

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yin Wushuang shaking his head regretfully, and said in Chinese: "Tsk, too young." ”