The truth is always in and out of the dust of history, and while being trampled and crushed by the victors, it will occasionally be picked up by someone with a heart and combined into a new truth.

So that it will last for centuries, or ...... Lingering for 10,000 years.

"Lord Able, please stay!"

Just as the birdman showed his friendly side, from inside the door, a group of brocade clothes poured out again.

The first to go was an old man with a white beard.

He wore a dark red cloth robe, a white lining embroidered with tassels inside, and a red four-cornered hat with a square shape and ridges on three sides.

Cardinal?

There was a look of surprise in the driver's eyes, but the appearance was impassive.

The Birdman, that is, Abel did not respond immediately, he first nodded gently at the crowd around him, and then turned around and smiled:

"My dear Bishop Wright, is there anything else you need to tell my lord?"

The old man in red, Wright, first frowned and glanced at a few guards with gray faces, then looked respectful, and bent down to the birdman with his hands together:

"Your Excellency, I am very sorry that such an unpleasant thing has happened at the end of your guidance.

On behalf of the Yin Division, I would like to express my sincere apologies to you, and when the Master returns in the coming day, I will pray and repent to you and my Lord every day. ”

Able smiled and put his right hand behind Wright's head, but he just said, "May the Lord be with you!" and turned away without saying anything.

A fine layer of sweat oozed from Wright's drooping forehead.

It wasn't until the sound of Abel's footsteps was completely inaudible that he raised his sleeves and slowly straightened up, sweating on his sweat.

At this time, a purple-robed middle-aged man behind him looked around, squinting coldly at the onlookers and the coachman.

Then he took a half-step forward, as if he wanted to say something, but Wright suddenly raised his right hand.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered:

"Our Excellency, the Special Envoy, did not take such a trivial matter to heart. Therefore, you must not make your own opinions, otherwise you will only annoy them. ”

"This matter~" He glanced at a few guards with cold eyes: "Only deal with a few parties, that's enough!"

The purple robe sneered, nodded, and retreated.

And the coachman, who had been watching coldly, looked at him carefully at this time, thinking thoughtfully.

......

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Please, I will never dare again!"

"I'll you dog thing, I'm going to die just by saying a few words, I'm ......"

"Woo~Mom~I don't want to die~"

“......”

In a torture training room in the dungeon, several guards were tied to a large copper furnace side by side.

Some cried loudly, some scolded, but none of them could stop the soul flame in the furnace from burning more and more.

The purple-robed middle-aged man, the one who had just stood behind Wright at the door, was looking at the guards with excitement, and from time to time he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lower lip.

"There is nothing more delicious in this world than a heart full of fear in the blood!"

"So~" He laughed strangely with a distorted expression: "Hurry up and scream~ My little hearts! Release your fears, maybe I'll spare him for the sake of who screams the hardest, hehehehe!"

When several of the weeping guards heard this, they all tore out their throats and screamed, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

Even the toughest guy looked at the purple robe with hesitation, but in the end he screamed louder than anyone else.

After all, a creature that can maintain its sanity and integrity in the face of death is either a fearless warrior with great wisdom.

Either that, or the disability of the unintelligent.

And these guards are obviously not either of the two.

"Can you tell me how you went to the bathroom?"

Just when the purple robe was about to reach its peak, a flat male voice suddenly came from behind him, which scared him and broke out early.

Who is it?

The whole Yin Si, it is not for nothing that dares to disturb him while he is eating, but by no means includes the owner of this voice.

He turned his head to look at the prison door behind him.

Standing there was a human who looked exactly like him, but was dressed in a suit of subordinates.

The purple robe narrowed his slender eyes and smiled playfully: "You are ......"

His nose sniffed in the air exaggeratedly, and then he slammed his head with his left hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Aha~ I remember!"

"I remember, you're the coachman!" he bared his teeth: "Hehe, the coachman, a coachman who can change his face! interesting~"

Hehe, it turned out to be a neuropathy.

The coachman, that is, Luo Yang laughed self-deprecatingly, this kind of nervous guy, it is not too simple to play by himself.

After all, you have to be experienced in recruiting everything this year.

"I've heard it said. Luo Yang slowly spoke:

"Trash like you is a psychopathic because of some kind of defect in yourself.

So, I'm curious, how the hell do you go to the toilet?"

"Hehe~" Zi Pao licked his lips, and the desire for food in his eyes was undisguised: "You will know the answer in a while~ Handsome guy!"

Well, the condition changes, and you have to add severe narcissistic tendencies, and hunger.

Luo Yang complained in his heart, and silently pulled out the soul binding rope wrapped around his waist.

Heh~, the purple robe smiled meaninglessly, and there was also an extra rope-like object similar to a soul-binding rope in his hand.

Why do you say something like that?

Because the guy he took out was three times larger than Luo Yang's, and there were several sharp protrusions on it.

Luo Yang looked at the purple-robed guy, then at his own, and was silent.

After a long time, he was unwilling to throw out a sentence: "Big, big has a fart, can it be eaten as a meal?"

After speaking, he threw the soul binding rope in his hand at the purple robe, and the whole person pounced, and raised his hand to be a set of Luo-style combination techniques: Piercing Eye Kick Crotch Strike.

The purple robe didn't blink, and with a flick of his hand, he wrapped Luo Yang's guy around his own guy.

Then with a slight shake, it turned into two pythons, one large and one small, the big one wrapped around Luo Yang's arms, but the small one roared at Xiao Luo Yang insidiously.

No way!

Luo Yang scolded the other party for being shameless in his heart, but he had to step back, and at the same time withdraw his hands to block his guy.

Bang~, a light and crisp whipping sound resounded through the room.

Luo Yang's whole person slammed into the wall, then bounced back, rolled on the ground a few times, and then stopped in front of the purple robe's feet with his face facing the ground.

The purple robe slowly squatted down, caressing the back of Luo Yang's head like a lover, and stopped his hand on Luo Yang's neck for a long time.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a sarcastic smile:

"It's just such a little ability, and I dare to be coquettish in front of this seat, hehe~"

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Yang strangely: "This seat must take a look, the true face under your human skin, is it worthy of this human skin!"