Prince Chick is a member of the British royal family and the Grand Knight of the Holy Order of the Holy Order. He swore in the name of the Lord in front of exorcists all over the world, which was enough to prove his sincerity.

I blushed a little, suspecting that such a great knight was not a good man, as if he really had a little bit of a villain's heart.

At that moment, I turned my head to brew the medicine, and my mother-in-law and others said, "Count you lucky!" met Lao Zhang's solid eyes. ”

Speaking of which, the three of them are also unlucky, they have been famous for hundreds of years, but they were cleaned up by a group of young people. Among them, the most miserable is the sword-bearer from the Valley of the Broken Head, this old man was stupidly and stupidly painted by Su Zi'an's soul, if Su Zi'an hadn't handed over the painting, it is estimated that he would only be a vegetative person for the rest of his life.

With Prince Chick's assurance, both the three controlled old men and us all showed great sincerity. At that moment, three disciples of the old man's disciples came over and took the three of them back.

Zhang Wuren glanced in the direction of the round platform and found that His Majesty the Pope, Xu Jianqin and the others were still sitting quietly behind the VIP seat with their eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the things here.

Think about it, the big guys are all giving orders behind the scenes, and as for how to do it, it's the business of their subordinates. They just have to wait for the results.

Zhang Wuren took off his coat, carried the tantric iron rod in his hand, and said, "Right here?" ”

When we caught the three elders just now, it was a fire and a poisonous insect, and the meeting table was already in a mess, and it was reasonable for the two sides to place the gambling place.

At this time, I saw Prince Chick's face ashen, and at that moment, it was as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

Then I saw Prince Chik close his eyes and take a step back, and said, "I'm sorry, Zhang Wuren!" ”

A feeling of extreme uneasiness suddenly surged into my heart,! This son of a son is lying to us!

As soon as the idea came to him, hundreds of knights with two-handed swords surrounded him from all directions. They are cloaked in cloaks embroidered with crosses, dressed in leather armor similar to those of the Middle Ages, and their eyes are indifferent and expressionless.

He Zhonghua exploded on the spot and said, "Prince Chik! What do you mean? What about the good bets? Do you want to nod your face? ”

An unknown holy knight sneered, "Gambling fights? Don't look at who you are! What qualifications do you have to bet with the Grand Knight? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did our faces suddenly change color, but even the exorcists who had retreated far away were stunned and looked incredulous.

What is Prince Cheek's identity? What's the occasion here? In front of exorcists all over the world, one second he swore an oath in the name of the Lord, and the next second he started a siege with the members of the Knights?

As China said, does he still want to nod his face?

Zhang Wuren couldn't help it even if he was calm, he said, "Prince Chik, what about your faith?" ”

Prince Chick still kept his face open, but I noticed that his right hand, which was holding the knight's sword, was trembling slightly, and his eyes were complicated. Thinking about it, in front of the world's exorcists, it is estimated that after the Vatican Council, Prince Chick will no longer have the face to stay here.

The Zhong brothers opened their mouths and scolded: "Your grandma is a turtle bastard!" Deceived people to your grandfather's head! Also members of the royal family? Or is it a great knight with faith? Are you still a fucking man? ”

Zhang Wuren glanced at the holy knights who slowly surrounded him, and then asked the Zhong brothers to stop scolding, he stared at Prince Chik, and said word by word: "Prince Chik, you are also the one who came back alive from the Sea of Unjust Souls, with your ability, you may not lose a bet with me, and with your arrogance, you will not do such a thing, well, is there something wrong with His Majesty the Pope?" ”

When Prince Chick heard the words of His Majesty the Pope, he suddenly raised his two-handed giant sword and loudly interrupted Zhang Wuren's words: "Stop talking nonsense! Zhang Wuren! Either you lay down your weapons and take them, or you can kill them from here! ”

The boss of the Zhong family scolded: "Damn! Lao Tzu chopped off your little white face first! ”

There are hundreds of people on the other side, all of whom are the backbone of the Holy See, plus there are special case offices, old monks from Tianzhu, and schools such as the Onmyoji Association to help out. On the outskirts of the cathedral, soldiers armed with guns are watching.

Now that we have no hostages, fighting each other is definitely a dead end!

At that moment, Zhang Wuren stopped the Zhong family brothers, and then threw the tantric iron rod on the ground with a bang, stretched out his hand and patted the dust on his body, and said, "You won, Prince Chik." ”

When he threw away the tantric iron rod, it was equivalent to being captured.

He Zhonghua has always been the only old Zhang Ma's head, Zhang Wuren threw away the tantric iron rod, He Zhonghua also scolded his mother fiercely, and said: "Prince Chik, you are really our nemesis." Three years ago, you lost a gambling battle in Qinghai, but you smuggled away the glacier snow corpse, and three years later, your shameless kung fu cultivation is even more perfect, and you don't even dare to gamble on the process! Okay! Lao Tzu admits planting! ”

He also threw away the demon knife to suppress the ghost with a bang, and then hugged his arm, looking like a hanger.

Wen Taizi and Su Zi'an didn't say a word, and silently threw the sharp cone and the soul sealing pen on the ground. I sighed and threw the burning stick out.

Only the Zhong brothers were scolding there, they had to fight with Prince Chik, and it was funny to think about it, when the Zhong brothers were still conjoined people, they were split into two people by Prince Chik's sword, which led to less and less tacit understanding between their brothers.

Unexpectedly, three years later, he was cheated by Prince Chik again, which is good, and it is estimated that even a life will be lost.

Who can be blamed for this? Prince Strange Cheek is shameless? Or do you blame us for being careless?

He Zhonghua said: "Old Zhong, don't toss, didn't the fortune teller of the Yuan family give you a fate?" Say you two will die in a place of ice and snow. The Vatican is sunny and sunny, and it is not winter, and it is not your burial place. ”

The boss of the Zhong family said: "Yuan Tianming's kid is stupid, who the hell knows whether he is accurate or not?" Besides, if these grandchildren kill our brothers and we half-dead, and then throw us somewhere like Greenland or the North Pole, who am I going to reason with? ”

I almost didn't laugh out loud when I heard this, and if it weren't for my fate, maybe I would have really had to laugh with them. But as soon as I saw the gallows on the round platform, I couldn't laugh anymore, the Zhong brothers had someone to approve it, but I didn't have anyone to approve it.

Zhang Wuren glanced at the Zhong brothers meaningfully, and said, "Don't struggle, let's gamble ourselves!" ”

I know what Zhang Wuren meant by a gamble, tossing it to the present, that piece of dog skin plaster should be about to chase over, this thing is very tight, and it is extremely domineering, and coming to a holy place like the Vatican will definitely cause a riot.

If you fight hard now, even if you can kill Prince Chik, it is estimated that everyone will have to die tragically on the spot. It's better to let them go to the gallows, these gods are procrastinating, and they may be able to hold out until the dog skin plaster catches up.

In this situation, it is better to have an accident than not to have an accident.

The Zhong brothers are not stupid, what I can think of, they can naturally think of it. At the moment, he also scolded and threw away the guy thing in his hand. Compared to us, these two guys have a lot more things to do, there are corpse liquid in bottles, there are bronze mirrors to suppress zombies, there are strange little gongs, and there are some scattered things.

As soon as we gave up our resistance, we were surrounded by Holy Knights with men. It's just that what they are carrying in their hands is not a two-handed giant sword, but a bracelet and anklet made of stainless steel, which in addition to being hard and abnormally hard, is also engraved with incomprehensible teachings.

I guess it's to prevent someone from using some strange means to untie the chains, right?

The group of holy knights were quite heavy, and even if we didn't put up the slightest resistance, they still carefully pressed us to the ground first, and then all of them were handcuffed and chained.

I was pressed to the ground by two knights, but my mouth taunted: "Prince Cheek, I think you should not mix in the circle in the future, just the fuck you did today, if anyone dares to believe what you say in the future, I will screw off my head and kick it as a ball!" ”

Prince Chick said expressionlessly, "Maybe your head will be screwed off in a while." ”

After he said this, he turned around and left, but I don't know what's going on, but when I saw the back of Prince Chick, I had a very inexplicable strange feeling in my heart.

It's like ...... Despair?