"Hehe......" Wushuang smiled bitterly, he didn't expect this seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old foreign young 'girl' to be able to say such an esoteric philosophy. , the latest chapter of the visit wèn:. She was right, perhaps the greedy devil had begun to devour his already good heart.

Wushuang walked a road of no return, and the thief 'door' gradually moved towards the second prosperous era under his leadership, and there were more subordinates, and he was a young and vigorous young master who naturally couldn't get by, and sometimes he had to get by by making some small mistakes occasionally. Let's talk about the king of thieves, Ma Erye, I still remember that when he was young, Ma Erye was often a regular customer at the police station, if it weren't for Dong Ye's big face, if it weren't for Lu Haotian's father, he would have been secretly in prison.

There is greed in anyone's heart, in the final analysis, it is still to survive, and the way to survive is to steal the "door". This is their housekeeping skill, and the blood that flows in their bones is these. Even the red silk 'door' of the blue butterfly is all played by the girls, all of which are born for stealing.

How can they survive without "stealing"?

This is also a question that has always plagued Wushuang's heart, where will the thief 'door' develop to his generation, and where will he lead it? Will he completely break up the gang, or will he become a generation of heroes? Just as great as his grandfather Wu Gongyao? The latter is obviously unrealistic.

"Master, what do you want?" Lan Caidie asked as she looked at Wushuang's eyes.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to feed the old and young in the Dong family's compound in the future, I don't want to become a demon like Alexander. ”

Grandpa Wu Gongyao was born in a 'chaotic' world, and with the assistance of Mo Xiaoqi, he achieved a generation of hegemony, and people called him a hero. But what if Wu Gongyao is placed in modern times? Grandpa's path is not suitable for Wushuang.

The melody of the organ echoes in the church of Montenegro, bringing Wushuang's mood back to reality. The 'door' of the church was closed, a cold wind blew, and a string of wind chimes hung on the church building rattled.

"Quack...... ......"A few crows flew down from the top cross of the church, frightened by the intruders, and 'messy' and chirping.

"Alexander, brother, stop!" shouted Agata , but her delicate voice was already swallowed up by the wind.

No one in the church answered her except the melody of the old organ, and no one cared about her persuasion as a holy 'woman' who had been called the Messenger of Jesus by the local herdsmen in the Middle Ages.

"Is my friend in church?" asked Mushuang.

"It should be. Agata replied weakly.

Wushuang likes to fight violence with violence, he doesn't believe that there are demons in the world that can never be killed, and that there will always be demons outside the six realms of reincarnation. He walked up quickly, stepped up the steps, and kicked open the big 'door' of the church. The scene in the church made him stunned, and he didn't say a word for several seconds, just staring at the strange scene in the church in a daze.

In front of the four rows of benches in the church, there are more than a dozen young 'women', among the 'women' are Russians, there are 'Mongolian' ancients, and other ethnic minorities, one of whom is very familiar with the figure, is Ma Ya.

At the front is a shrine where the clergy of the church leads everyone to worship, and above the altar hangs a large cross of more than three meters, under which an ancient pipe organ is placed. A man in a gentleman's costume sits there playing a wonderful music. The young 'women' under the altar cast adoring glances at him.

He was relieved to see that his sweetheart was safe and sound, and he did not listen to Agatta's persuasion and insisted on rushing into the church, and quickly stepped forward into the crowd and grabbed Ma Ya's hand.

"Ya'er, come with me!"

But the Ma Ya in front of her was dull-eyed, her expression was gloomy, and she was staring at the "priest" on the altar with affection. No matter how much Wushuang dragged it away, she didn't follow her lover like before, and she didn't even bother to look at Wushuang.

"Mr. Wushuang, come out quickly! their souls have already been 'handed over' to Alexander. "Outside the 'door' of the church, even the Holy 'Maiden' Agata did not dare to set foot in this evil pure land.

"Ya'er, are you a demonic obstacle? Let's talk to you! Let's go home! Let's go back to Xing'anling!" Wushuang is a stubborn temper, which inherits the will of the ancestors, don't look at his usual gentleness to Ma Ya, but he is a full machismo, what he says is a holy decree, and he will never allow his 'female' to oppose it.

When he saw that Ma Ya was still staring at the "priest" with straight eyes, listening to the strange organ melody, a nameless fire was ignited in his heart, and he actually carried Ma Ya directly and turned to leave.

Ma Ya didn't resist, and she didn't have the consciousness to resist, but Wushuang couldn't get out of here, this was not his territory, this was the land that only belonged to demons, and Baron Alexander's soul controlled the entire Black Mountain, and no one could shake his rule.

With a bang, the 'door' of the church suddenly closed, separating Mushuang from his companions. The blue butterfly outside the 'door' and Na Xiu were anxious to smash the 'door', but the big sturdy mahogany 'door' was as unmoved as if it was frozen.

"Hehe......" Wushuang laughed dryly, letting go of his sweetheart who had no ability to resist. What kind of formation has he never seen? The man and bear in the Xing'an Mountains, the 'jade' corpse in the ancient city of Goryeo, and the wax corpse in Bengcheng...... This is the first time I have dealt with foreign evil spirits.

The organ in the church continued to play, uninterrupted by the rudeness of the reckless man. The pastor sat in his chair and immersed himself in the melodious melody of his fingertips, as if this melody was a holy song to purify the evil mood of the world.

"Hey, you, I'm talking to you, you're Baron Alexander?" Wushuang put down his horse, held a dagger in his hand, and pointed at the priest on the altar and roared.

"Don't you think we should 'exchange' it?" said Wushuang again.

The "priest" ignored him and continued to play the music. The melody of the organ has already drowned out the shouts of outsiders at the 'door', and the shouts of the blue butterflies cannot be heard.

Wushuang's glasses narrowed into a slit, his eyes were already full of murderous intent, the sharp dagger flashed with cold light, and there were many dead souls under the sharp weapon. Smack...... Smack...... Smack...... The seemingly calm Musou slashed at the benches of the church, leaving slash marks on the benches. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a brute force burst out from his body, and he gathered the brute force in his palm and threw the dagger violently, and the sharp dagger flashed a fierce cold light in the air, and flew straight towards the priest's chest on the altar.

Unexpectedly, the evil priest did not dodge, and was 'thrust' into the 'chest' with a dagger, blood splattered on the spot, stopped playing with his fingertips, and his head hung down.

"Hmph! But that's it! What kind of ice ghost? Just scare foreigners!" Wushuang said disdainfully.

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