After another shotgun pusher, which combines cutting-edge technology and the essence of war, the battered eagle fell to the ground and could no longer get up.

But just as Huai Shi was about to pull the trigger again, she found that there was no bullet in the chamber of the gun.

There was an embarrassing click.

Immediately afterwards, the Flying Demon screamed violently, and in the midst of the surging darkness, several different afterimages were separated, rushing towards Huai Shi with fierce poison.

Huai Shi instinctively wanted to open the Bone Burial Sanctuary, but after reacting, his movements stopped for a moment, and he had lost the space to dodge.

The Flying Demon is already close at hand.

The sharp wings converged, the knife wheel slashed, and the meat grinder opened the entrance at him, and couldn't wait to hug him into his arms!

On the hill, Lawrence frowned, raised the cigarette butt in his hand, and aimed it at the head of the Flying Demon—a ray of frost lingering over the firelight in the essentia.

Ten Plagues of Green Day.

- Frost and Hail!

The Calamity power borrowed from the distant frontier was pinned on Lawrence's fingertips, enough to bring down the terrifying power that would annihilate any sublimator below the fourth order with a single blow.

Ready to go.

And at that moment, he saw that Huai Shi raised his hand, picked up the shotgun that had long been out of bullets in his hand, and aimed it at the head of the Feiyuan Demon.

Smash!

There was a loud roar, shards of planks and curved barrels bursting into the air, blood splattering.

The brutal force exploded in the blow, passing through the gap between the knife wheels and pouring down on the stunned face before the barrel shattered.

It's dark, it's sudden.

The brain struggled to function in the midst of turmoil, and fell into a brief period of sluggishness and stiffness. All the apparitions that were separated dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi threw away the weapon with only half of the barrel left in his hand, aimed at that face, and punched hard!

Now, in the state of overrun, this is a blow that belongs to the basic application of the drummer, and it has the essence of Luo Lao Liucheng.

The heavenly drums are swaying, and the thunder is thundering.

In the midst of the loud noise, the Flying Demon flew out upside down, and it was no longer possible to maintain the state of transformation, and the unconscious sublimator fell to the ground, no longer silent.

"That's it?"

In the hustle and bustle that gradually ended, Huai Shi finally glanced at the Flying Demon on the ground, and then raised a foot and kicked it on the skull, completely overturning him.

Eventually, he turned around and walked to the wreckage of the locomotive, rummaged through it, and found the dusty thermos bottle and breathed a sigh of relief.

Patted the dust and oil on it.

Thankfully, it wasn't broken.

This is the old soup he stayed up late last night and cooked for a long time......

With that, he reached out and pulled open the last door, pushing his hand up the mask and smiling at Ryoma Mifune, who was stupid behind the door.

He picked up the thermos in his hand.

"Dalang...... Ahem. ”

Huai Shi said softly: "That, Mifune, recently my sister-in-law is worried that you are not in good health, afraid that you will spread the faith and cultivate believers every day, and you will be tired...... I specially made a bowl of chicken soup for you, and I asked me to deliver it quickly. ”

Stretching out his hand, in the sound of Mifune Ryoma's exclamation, he removed the old monkey's chin, tilted the water bottle, and approached little by little: "Come, while it's hot." ”

The boiling thick soup that had just come out of the pot was instantly poured into his lungs, causing Ryoma Mifune to feel bursts of heat and severe pain in the paralysis of the forbidden medicine, and screamed heartbreakingly.

But in an instant, the heat in the fragrant chicken soup spread, and it exploded in an instant, evolving countless strange and wonderful illusions that far surpassed all forbidden drugs, engulfing him.

Sweet dreams come in an instant.

Inch by inch, it devoured his consciousness.

After pouring this bowl of chicken soup into his stomach without a trickle, Ryoma Mifune was already rolling his eyes and unconscious.

"That's it?"

Outside the car, Lawrence, who didn't know when he appeared here, sighed, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and couldn't understand: "So, what are you calling me for?"

Aren't you all done by yourself, pull me along?

Catch jellyfish?

"Look at what you said, everyone is a green day, of course we have to help each other!" Huai Shi replied seriously, "How bad it is to be alone all day, everyone participates in outdoor activities together, enhance friendship, why is there nothing to do?"

Lawrence just wanted to roll his eyes and ignore him.

"Is there anything else, I'm leaving...... it's okay"

"Don't, it's not good to leave this way!"

Huai Shi subconsciously looked around, trying to find something that would make Lawrence feel a little involved.

When he saw Mifune, who was fainting, and the bare shoulders under his shirt, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ahem, that ...... Do you know how to draw?"

Lawrence looked at him puzzled, for a long time, and nodded: "It will be a little." ”

"I'll leave it to you. ”

Huai Shi touched his pocket for a long time, took out a marker pen and handed it over, and pointed to the three boats on the ground: "Look, don't you want to vent your anger to the big boss of the Chiba family? Such a difficult task, of course, depends on the seniors!"

“......”

Lawrence lowered his head and looked at Mifune's bare upper body, and couldn't help frowning, but looking at the marker in Huaishi's hand, he couldn't help but itch his hands.

What great material!

Originally, he didn't want to pay attention to this kind of, but what could he do...... It was a wonderful day when I first debuted and sprayed anti-astronomical slogans everywhere in London.

An artist's heart begins to leap to try.

Especially Huai Shi smiled so sincerely, looking forward to it, it is not good to chill the newcomer's mind...... Draw two strokes, draw two strokes, what are you afraid of?

Try it!

It's all here......

With this in mind, Lawrence, who was talking about juvenile madness, took the marker and looked at Mifune's body,

Tentatively, one stroke, then another, another stroke...... By the time he reacted, a crooked thing had already been drawn.

At first glance, it still looks like it, but after so many years of strength, Lawrence was very relieved: "How about this?"

"Yes, wow, it's a pity that a little bit of color and verve is missing. ”

Huai Shi took the pen, bent down and began to fill in the blank next to him: "Look like this, like this, and like this...... Isn't it much better?"

Lawrence's eyes lit up: "You can add a little bit here!"

"If that's the case......"

After a long time, the fainting Flying Demon on the ground let out a hoarse moan, and was about to wake up.

And the two who were immersed in art creation finally ended perfectly.

Looking down at the artwork jointly completed, the two glanced at each other and nodded with satisfaction.

Can't help but give high-fives.

Support!

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The drone in the sky quietly overlooked the whole process, watching the people of the paper group leave without looking back, and after a long time, the flying demon woke up, woke up the three boats and the eagle on the ground, and fled away in terror.

"That's it?"

Chiba Ryuji in front of the screen snorted unhappily and raised his eyes: "You old guy is fooling me like this?

"Don't worry. ””

Sheng Tianmu patted his fan to reassure: "Isn't this not over yet?" The Huai Paper Group promised me that they would definitely be ashamed of the alliance or something, and they always have to have a little trust in young people, right?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the picture of the drone suddenly went black.

The old man froze in place, and before he felt embarrassed, the picture lit up again.

This time, it has been switched to the church of illumination......

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By the time Mifune Ryoma and his party fled to the Shinsho in Kyoto, it was already half an hour later.

Before the panting Mifune Ryoma could speak, the emissary from the Pope reminded him coldly: "Mifune Priest, you are late. The puja has already begun, and because of you, the Holy Maiden has been speaking on it for an extra half hour. ”

"Something happened on the road! I was attacked!

Mifune's panicked defense was interrupted by the messenger before he could finish speaking.

"Since it's still intact, it doesn't mean it's a big problem. The Lord's decree says, "Let you hurry up." The messenger reminded in a cold voice, "You should know how important this puja is to us.

This was the third time the Holy Lord had urged, and she was annoyed, very annoyed—"

In the silence, Mifune swallowed dryly and spat at the mouth, nodding frantically.

"Give me three more minutes, three minutes will be fine......"

He had to clean it up again, otherwise this Eve was dirty, not to mention preaching and teaching, and he would probably be said to be begging when he walked up.

After hastily changing his clothes in the bathroom and washing his face and hands, he regained his dignity as a messenger of light.

Regardless of the level of character and what he has done, being able to climb to the position of the main priest as an ordinary person is enough to prove Mifune Ryoma's own talent.

No matter what happened, once he got into the groove, his mood quickly calmed down, away from panic and uneasiness. Even the hatred of the group of attackers was left behind.

Taking over the delicate and solemn scepter from his assistant's hand, he once again became the projection of the Holy Spirit on earth.

As soon as I walked into the backstage, I heard the female voice full of tenderness and pity at the front desk.

As the saying goes, when the time comes to retribution, when you pick up the knife, original sin has already eaten away at your heart. Only forgiveness and an egalitarian heart can lead us through discrimination and prejudice, man's original sin and karma—"

On the podium, the saint, dressed in plain robes and full of compassion, raised her hands and called out to the believers and the audience in the audience:

"Put down the sword and hatred, O good believer, join hands with our former enemies and take the ship of love through this earthly sea of suffering.

No matter how cold the world is, it will become as bright and vast as a golf course......"

In the audience, the fanatics had already burst into tears, and if this was not a solemn letter office, they would have danced and cheered.

Our Lady's teachings are so wonderful!

The joy of hearing the true meaning is indescribable!

Under the divine light, everyone showed a smile yearning for happiness.

Infected by this atmosphere, in the VIP table, those guests who were invited to the table also involuntarily showed a look of recognition.

Understanding.

As the saint's words ended, the roof was almost overturned by the enthusiastic applause.

Everyone wanders in this lighted paradise on earth.

When the applause finally gradually dissipated, pinching the critical moment of the decline in enthusiasm, the saintess on the stage opened her mouth just right and stretched out her hand to lead the backstage:

"Now, I would like to ask the priest of Mifune to join me in telling you about the wonderful changes that occur in the soul and consciousness when you practice to the realm of light. ”

So, amid the sacred and solemn chanting, Mifune stepped out and waved his hand to the devotees, smiling kindly.

The solemn countenance is not angry and self-threatening.

This divine breath, before it is spoken, can make people appreciate selfless love.

It successfully raised the atmosphere of the venue to a new height.

"Today, I am here to bring you some insignificant experiences, which are wonderful experiences that a small believer feels when they become enlightened, and I hope it will be helpful to you. ”

Mifune Ryoma smiled, walked up to the podium, took a deep breath, and prepared to tell the beautiful scenery that he had seen through many dimensions in his practice.

There was a sudden trance in front of him, and the open lips suddenly stopped.

His face turned red.

When I saw the faces with polite smiles in the audience, I was stunned.

The scene in front of me seems to be different from before.

"It's all fake. A voice whispered in his ear, "They're lying to you." ”

Lie to me?

Mifune was puzzled and at a loss.

"yes, they lied to you. ”

The voice said, "This group of hypocrites, pretending to be moved and understanding, but they are all just acting, all acting! They just want to use the faith of the sect to accomplish their own ends......

Don't you know that these people are willing to do anything to make more money and get higher power!"

Fury.

At this moment, Mifune felt that it was anger burning!

Just thinking of this, Mifune, who was able to deal with it indifferently in the past, was already furious.

I can't take it anymore!

At this moment, his soul seemed to soar in anger, and once again returned to the divine ninth dimension, merging with the great Holy Spirit, holding the Dharma and the truth in his hands, turning into a thousand rays of light!

Therefore, it is even easier to perceive that the fools in this world are so filthy!

This group of hypocrites is so presumptuous!

It would be a great shame for such a filthy being to dare to steal a precious place in the sanctuary of light and tarnish their faith!

He had never felt it so clearly in his cultivation, and the wrath of the Holy Spirit was pouring into his soul in a steady stream.

"For the sake of illuminating the Promised Land, let's go, Mifune!"

The gods of the Cosmic Sanctuary sent blessings and commands in his ears: "Use the power of light on them!"

At that moment, Ryoma Mifune's eyes widened involuntarily.

The kind face turned into an iron-blue color, and it was already full of hideousness.

He clenched his fists.

"Someone!"

On the podium, the monk who received the divine will slammed the table, opened his mouth, and roared: "Prepare - !! to hunt demons"

The roar of rage instantly echoed in the pulpit, turning into thunder, breaking the silence, and the rolling echo echoed in the ears of the believers for a long time, leaving everyone in a state of confusion and bewilderment.

Difficult to react.

Only the saintess next to her quickly turned her head and glared at her quietly, glaring angrily.

Bastard thing, what are you talking about?

Immediately after, it was dark.

Boom!

Before she could make a look, she saw that the noble and delicate staff of the Three Boaters had been lifted and smashed against that compassionate face.

"Bold and demonic, I can see at a glance that you are not human, and you will not reveal your true form to me!"

Ryoma Mifune roared, raised his blood-stained staff, raised his hand, and chanted a divine incantation from the Paradise of Light with the words of the Holy Spirit.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Jizo, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Ma Coax !!"

picked up the staff in his hand, aimed at the demonic dark demon disguised as a saint, and kept smashing down.

Ignoring her terrible screams and wails, Mifune roared angrily and smashed down the scepter again: "The carving insect has a small skill, and he dares to get an axe - Dawei Tianlong, Dawei Tianlong!!"

There was a loud bang, and the staff was actually broken by the angry Mifune.

In front of everyone's eyes and all the dignitaries, Mifune Ryoma threw away his broken staff, rode on the saint's body bare-chested, picked up the iron fist burning with the flame of light, and sent down divine punishment.

"Say it! Are you a demon!!"

In a fit of rage, he tore his robe, revealing the solemn picture of the Paradise on his back.

Around the black celestial dragon, which was distorted to the point that it was completely invisible, auspicious clouds that looked like squid whiskers floated. In the corner, a pink hair dryer is just the finishing touch, giving it a perfect vitality.

At the top, a green sun rises high on the thin spine, radiating a dark green striped light.

The light of the green sun shone on the earth.

"Great!"

Among the panicked believers, Huai Shi pressed the shutter of the camera.

In this way, staring at his perfect work from afar, he turned around, gave a thumbs up to the sluggish believer beside him, and praised him heartily: "It is worthy of being a high-ranking monk......! Oops, the teeth are flying, oops, the thunderbolt means, the bodhisattva's heart, it's too powerful!

Look, look, that demon repented, and she cried...... She cried!"

In the frightened screams of the believers, the saint lay on the ground, already fainting, her hollow pupils reflecting the gorgeous dome.

Under the purification of the fist of holy light, tears finally flowed out.

After the two more 8,000 words are completed, Duoduohu pounces for a monthly pass~

(End of chapter)