"Hide!" the young master didn't finish shouting.!

It was only at this time that the young master's eyesight was restored, and he could not see things very clearly, but the first scene he saw when he opened his eyes was that Scar's burly body had turned into a thin layer, and after a moment of flying in the air, Scar's body was torn apart and fell like rain.

"Scar!" the young master was sad in his heart, and he still didn't finish the second sentence. + Passion

Because he himself was hit by the powerful energy unleashed by the apostles, and flew out in the midst of the large group of guards. Even with protection, he was still knocked into the dark, and he couldn't get up for a long time, and the other guards didn't have such a luxurious defense as him, and almost lost his life.

"Found you!" the overly excited apostle, who had rushed over his head, stopped and turned around, his eyes covering Townsend who was holding on to a wheel, "Hey, hey, hey...... Townsend, Quelsa, you're okay, you're very durable. ”

"Always ......" Townsend vomited a mouthful of blood, but a smile appeared on his face, it was a big smile. Then, Townsend took a breath, his eyes clear and firm: "It's always been like this!", "Are you laughing?", at the first time, Bivigny did not read Townsend's smile, and was even very puzzled: he was so miserable and in such pain, why didn't he despair, not fear, not plead?

He hadn't even given up yet......

The smile on his face was like a harvest full of swelling, like a stunned young man who gets happiness every day and is full of confidence all the time, but doesn't it hurt to be beaten? Isn't this kind of suffering miserable? Isn't it terrible to be an excellent apostle like himself?

"Laugh?" Bivigny felt himself almost lost in doubt, "his extremely sensitive heart began to twitch violently. He felt that time had gone back to ten years ago, and that he had been trampled on again, and in an incomprehensible way.

"How dare you laugh!?"

So he roared and threw a punch into Townsend's armor.

"Bang!", Townsend flew high and used a different way this time, so Townsend flew very high, and the landing point was actually on the city wall: he flew very quietly this time, because he was already in a trance.

However, what is even stranger is that no matter how painful it is, Townsend just won't be unconscious. Because he was not reconciled, because he had a fire in his heart, because Bivigny was an apostle!

From the day of Harveytown, the Apostle was Townsend's lifelong enemy!

The battle against the mortal enemy should cover all levels, and those who are in favor of the mortal enemy must be resolutely opposed, and those who are opposed by the mortal enemy must be resolutely implemented; The attitude towards mortal enemies should be one of no compromise, no retreat, no fear!

If you can kill, you will kill, if you can fight, you must fight, and if you still have a breath, you have to go all out!

Even if it was death, Townsend still looked at Bivigny with contempt; Even if he dies, Townsend will not show the slightest weakness; Even if he died, Townsend wouldn't let Bivigny get the slightest pleasure!

"Avoidance is just a tactic, it can't be an attitude!", when he flew to the highest and was about to fall, Townsend actually laughed: "That's how it should be in Harvey Town...... This kind of me is the real me......", "Harvey?", in the distance, Bivigny, who was standing on the ground, made an exaggerated listening gesture: "What is it?", Bivigny's face was full of doubts, and he grabbed it with his hand, and a coalition general who was crying and running away dozens of meters away gave him a magic trick to suck him upside down and flew over, Bivigny turned his palm and pressed his head, the general's eyes rolled and his seven orifices bled out.

"It turned out to be a small town ......", Bivigny sighed, and he snorted coldly, "The figure turned into a streamer afterimage, and it was under the city wall in an instant." Then he stretched out one hand, and an invisible force came out of his palm, and he "pressed" Townsend who had just fallen to the city wall, and the timing was exactly right.

"Bang!", the metal armor behind Townsend crashed into the stone bricks, bursting out with a puff of sparks. If it weren't for the Dead Leaves' preparation, this impact would have cost him half his life.

Townsend spurted out a small mouthful of blood, but he couldn't spurt it far, and the energy in his body seemed to be drained.

"Harvey, what's going on?", Bivini asked suspiciously, "Say it, pariahs" and give you a good time. ”

"You want to know?", Townsend looked down at him, very indifferent, "You can't, you have to call your mother to ask." "What do you mean?" Miraculously, Bivigny asked rhetorically.

"I don't have this friendship with you. Townsend smiled, "No more, no less, showing eight white teeth: "Your mother's conditions...... At least a little more than you. ”

"A little more?", the apostle's reaction was even slower than that of ordinary people.

"That's right, just a little. Townsend had to remind him.

Only then did Bivini realize that he had been insulted by the star in front of him.

"I'll let you have more!", Bivigny waved his hand, Townsend "clicked", and slid out more than ten meters with a sound, and the sparks splashed!

"I'll make you laugh!", Bivigny swiped his hand again, and Townsend scraped back along the city wall with a "click", and sparks splashed!

"Are you scared?", Bivigny's whole face was completely distorted: "I'll help you write a scared word!"

Far and near, countless people saw sparks burst out from the city wall, the heavy armor on the back of the dazzling Townsend, which had become hot, and smoke was emitting from every crevice, and the flying sparks even burned a few strands of his hair.

"Do you regret it?" Bivigny held Townsend steady and asked sharply, "Would you like to write a word of regret for you again?"

"You're a mother, uneducated!" Townsend smacked the apostle, blood mixed with spit sprayed on his face: "Just a fucking word, you can write it wrong!"

Bivigny had spit on his face, his expression was frozen, his mouth was half open, and he was speechless, he was actually scolded by Townsend's words, borrowed the idea he had come up with with so hard work, and actually gave Townsend to step on the soles of his feet casually!

"I'm going to kill you...... I'll kill you all!", at this time, he shouted this sentence over and over again, and his words were indistinct, and his tongue seemed to be knotted.

He was no longer angry and furious in his heart, for he recognized Townsend's gaze, and there was only calmness and madness in it, and extreme calmness was wrapped in extreme fanaticism, calmer than the wisest priest, more fanatical than the wildest believer.

His communication with Townsend was almost blank, he didn't know what Townsend was afraid of, he didn't know what Townsend loved, he had no other way to vent except pain and death threats. But Townsend made it clear that he was not afraid of death, he despised him until he died, and he was better than him until he died!

Bivigny could kill him, with a finger on his fingers. But he did it without any sense of accomplishment, without any pleasure, only a mountain of frustration, powerlessness, and shame—this is the feeling of failure!

"I'll kill" The dignified Apostle looked around, pointing to Pfister in the distance: "I'll start killing from him!"

Pfister stood still, his expression was very focused, as if he was preparing an ultimate, but he would definitely not be able to finish it for a while.

"You kill. Townsend said, "Kill it for the master." ”

His face was indifferent, and his eyes were extremely contemptuous.

"That's what you said!" Bi Vini gritted his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and he was so aggrieved that he was about to cry: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you now, I'll summon a divine beast to eat him! I won't leave you any scum!"

The head of the court is speaking to Auston, and the content revolves around the grading of the abilities of the strong, involving many hidden aspects. Auston listened intently, his face calm, but his eyes lit up from time to time to some point in the court's first remarks.

At this moment, one of the torturers who had been sent out to inquire returned, and he stood in the distance and saluted. Behind him was a priest in black robes, about the same age as the head of the court, whose badge indicated that he was also of medium rank.

"The head of the court!", the criminal priest trembled: "Back to the head of the court, the monk on duty in the foreign affairs court came to visit." ”

"See. The courtier's explanation stopped, and he waved his hand to let his men retreat. After that, he looked at the returning foreign affairs court monk, his face was very unhappy, and it was the expression of "you bastard is in trouble again".

Auston next to him was very puzzled, because he had been on duty in the Foreign Affairs Court before, but he didn't know the black-clothed priest in front of him. On closer inspection, he noticed that the micromark on this man's robe was missing a seam from the outer edge of the Foreign Affairs Court.

The black-clothed priest with a somewhat gloomy face walked slowly, he first made a very traditional and rare bow to the head of the court, and then glanced at Auston next to him, he meant that you should get out of here, cute boy.

The head of the court did not open his mouth to let Auston go, and Auston had to continue to stand in place with a clear pretense of confusion.

The black-clothed priest, who was about the same age as the court leader, saw it and had no choice but to sigh: "I heard, there is trouble here?" The head of the court said lightly: "Shenwei Court can change the stone statue at most, and I don't need to pay for it." "Yes, Shenwei Court has always been noble and leisurely, otherwise how would you choose it?" The black-clothed priest said with a look of embarrassment: "So, can you tell me whose trouble it is?" and "Of course it's your trouble, the trouble of the Little Foreign Affairs Court." The head of the court turned back to Auston and said, "The little foreign affairs court, it is different from the foreign affairs court that you are familiar with, commonly known as the fate planning hall, and some of the apostles' patrol affairs are also under their control. But the apostles are creatures who are not subject to it all the time. Seeing that the court leader was still indifferent, the black-clothed priest could only sigh again: "I just received the news, Bivigny, this bastard", the court leader lazily opened his mouth and yawned, indicating that he was not interested in this kind of prevarication.

Auston couldn't help but be stunned, if you are angry, you will scold the apostle in your heart, just scold the apostle in your heart, scold the apostle in front of yourself who you just met, what do you mean?

"Don't get me wrong, young man. The black-clad priest saw Auston's concerns: "I scold the apostles for not having to pick an occasion. ”

"Understood. Auston understood that he was very high-end, and in front of this kind of character, he had no chance to take the initiative to speak, so he followed: "I have a small problem, the senior scolded just now, according to the rules of Shenwei Ting, this has to be fined." The following does not count the number of words: A reader left a message about the plot in the previous chapter, after the sacrifice of the deacon of the flag, Pfister "stuffed something in his mouth". I've checked the previous article and found that I made a mistake when I uploaded the manuscript version. This is my omission, and I would like to explain it to you.

Because Zhanji has written three editions over and over again, and there are more revisions in the middle, I am currently using a notebook when writing the manuscript, and the screen is quite small, so it is easy to confuse the new file with the old file...... This is not the first time, and it seems that it needs to be done with more care.

Another: Does anyone know how to solve the problem of condensation when turning the pages up and down in ASUS notebooks? This has also bothered me for a long time......

Another one: The plot is here, shouldn't everyone cheer for Townsend and the prince?