Liang Ke lowered his head slightly, and secretly observed Sister Joanna's reaction with the corner of his eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Seriously, although Liang Ke has been able to see this tall beauty almost every day for the past few days, the contact between the two sides is just a few words of greeting, and then they go their separate ways, this is the first time that Liang Ke has seriously looked at this girl who has lost her mind.

If you are looking for a word to describe Joanna in Liang Ke's dictionary, it should be "Qingli". A few strands of bangs hung naturally in front of the slightly narrow forehead, and the long brown hair was tied behind the head by a refined jade double butterfly hairpin, like the flowing water in the mountains, shiny and shiny, and silky draped over the shoulders. The thin eyebrows did not add any traces, and flew diagonally to the sideburns, and a pair of long eyelashes on the left and right were dotted on the big blue eyes, flickering as if they could speak. The small Joan nose hangs under the high bridge of the nose, like a sparkling white crystal. The slightly thin lips are ruddy and slightly damp, like cherries after rain, and people can't help but want to pick them and hold them in their mouths. The whole face of the little nun is like the work of a master craftsman, and with the shiny Shengxue skin, Liang Ke feels a little beautiful and unreal. As soon as Liang Ke's thief's gaze moved to the nun's bulging chest, he was interrupted by Joanna's coquettish call.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No......" Liang Ke replied with a divine expression, and then immediately realized that he had slipped his mouth, quickly retracted his gaze, and buried his head lower. Damn, these delicate little feet are also beautiful, and I don't know what it looks like inside the boots. Liang Ke stopped the blasphemy in his behavior, but he did not stop his psychological reverie.

"That'...... When are you going to see?" the nun was too ashamed to look into Liang Ke's eyes, twisting her head and staring at her shoulder. Joanna didn't understand why she could ask such a stupid question, and later she learned that in fact, the handsome man who walked between the bishop and the sheriff, swaying freely, had crept into her heart at some point.

"Enough of it...... So far, but, you're too watchful, it's not enough!" Liang Ke cheekily climbed up with the help of a ladder.

"Flim Flam, just ...... You thought when you were holding me just now...... What are you doing?" this time Joanna didn't run away from her gaze, but stared at Liang Ke with those big deep blue eyes.

"This ...... I thought, I can't let you get hurt anyway, I have to protect you. Liang Ke's face did not change color, his heart did not beat, and his nonsense came smoothly.

"You're lying, huh, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Looking at the bad look on your face just now, you must not have thought of good things. I tell you, if you dare to blaspheme a nun in the light of God, you will be burned at the stake, you have thought clearly. The nun's speed of turning her face was faster than turning the book, and Liang Ke, who had just climbed the pole with joy, was poured cold by this basin of cold water.

"You...... Don't be so ruthless! Anyway, I saved you!"

"It's because you saved me, otherwise if you looked at me so lustfully just now, my slap would have already fallen on your cheeky skin, hum!" After the nun finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her pink and slender little hand, and gestured in front of Liang Ke's left face, and the hand almost fell on Liang Ke's face. Liang Ke secretly wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and secretly thanked the coachman for opening the door in time just now.

Calm had returned to the carriage, and in a moment the carriage had reached the gladiatorial arena. Liang Ke got out of the car first, still politely stretched out her hand, and the nun hesitated for a moment, and then quietly helped Liang Ke's arm and stepped out of the carriage. Joanna led the way, through a boulder-paved passageway, up several flights of steps, to the open box on the west side of the Colosseum for distinguished guests. This Colosseum is oval, wide from north to south, narrow from east to west, and the box is just at the highest point on the central axis, and it is the afternoon at this time, looking down on the entire gladiatorial arena from west to east, and the view is very good.

Mu Tuo was wearing civilian clothes today, and when he saw Liang Ke coming in, he warmly summoned Liang Ke to sit down.

"Haha, let my brother wait for a long time. Your complexion today is much better than yesterday, have you taken any panacea?" Liang Ke sat in the soft leather chair and picked up a cup of Jia Qian Qian coffee, this coffee tastes slightly bitter, with a faint vanilla flavor, and it doesn't taste as mellow as the coffee Liang Ke drank in the past, but people here like this taste, and Liang Ke can only follow the local customs.

"Oh, this old man can see it, and hey, hey, hey!" said Muto, who laughed wickedly and waved Joanna away.

"I really let you talk. Mu Tuo looked at the door of the box, then reached out and put his hand on Liang Ke's shoulder, lowered his voice and said: "Brother, I got an elixir, I tried it last night, and the spring breeze was once, and I regained the confidence I had twenty years ago......! Tut-tut, hehe, brother, you know. Liang Ke looked at the old guy with a lewd smile on his face, and his heart was extremely disgusted, but he still had to be clever in his mouth.

"Congratulations to my brother, and I don't know which girl is so lucky to be favored by the bishop. ”

"Hahaha!

"Oh, you mean...... Joanna?" Liang Ke heard the old guy say that he might know, and Joanna's name popped up directly in his mind, for some reason, it seemed that Joanna, who met in Pingshui, had become a taboo, Liang Ke grabbed the handrail tightly with both hands, his body was slightly straight, as long as he didn't say a word, the next moment he would reach out and wring off the old thing's head.

"Shh......h I said, brother, you really dare to think that you will not dare to say this nonsense in the future. The old fellow looked nervously at the door again, and lowered his voice.

"What?

"Don't touch it, don't say it, do you know who her grandfather is?" the old guy mysteriously sold a pass.

"Could it be the lord of the castle?"

"City Lord? Hmph, how could I be afraid of him. Joanna's grandfather was the Archbishop of the Eastern Diocese, Lord Kai Duc Anse, who was not only in a high position, but also terrifying in his own magical powers. Even in front of the Pope, the old guy can straighten his waist. Where would I dare touch his granddaughter. I'm talking about another, hehe! another. Muto seemed very apprehensive when he talked about Joanna's grandfather, always touching his ears from time to time.

"Since her background is so prominent, how could she go to such a poor place to be a nun. In Liang Ke's mind, the second generation of officials is also looking for a good place to develop when they go to the grassroots level.

"Oh, that's not because of the archbishop's trust in me. The old fellow straightened his chest and straightened the oil-stained sleeves of his robe, trying to make himself look more imposing.

"That's natural, since the palm pearl is sent here, it must be quite trusting of you. Liang Ke said this, but he was thinking in his heart, I'm afraid it's because you're stupid.

"That's, that's. Hehe!" the old man chuckled smugly.

"Brother, what day is today, this gladiatorial arena is almost full. Liang Ke couldn't see his self-righteous face, walked to the stone railing on the outside of the box, and leaned on the mottled railing to look around. The stands on the fourth floor were already full of people, looking at the denseness, there were more than 10,000 people, people watched the carriage racing on the gladiatorial arena, while talking about the strange things they knew, the gladiatorial arena was blank, and it looked like a fairyland from a distance.

"Don't you see the huge poster in front of the Colosseum? Pragart, a gladiator from Uwang and known as the undefeated god of war, wants to challenge the manticore, the king of Warcraft in this gladiatorial arena, this is really a rare battle. I wouldn't usually come to such a stinky place, but today I made an exception to accompany my brother to watch this battle. The old guy threw a nut in his mouth, clucked the skin, and spit it into the tray.

"Oh, which of them do you think will win?"

The old guy didn't answer directly, but slowly chewed the flesh in his mouth and ate it into his stomach, and then said slowly: "Everyone thinks that brute bull can win." ”

"So, what do you think?" Liang Ke felt that the old guy had something to say.

"Of course I want my bet to win, hahaha!" the old fox was still secretive.

"And you crushed the manticore?"

"Yes, I'm getting old, and I have to prepare some pension for myself. So, of course, you have to win with high odds. The old fellow smiled mysteriously.

"Oh, I just heard Joanna say that the odds of that god of war are already six to one, is the odds of the manticore higher than that?"

"Yes, the Manticore pays eight to one. Just now, the odds have changed. Mu Tuo spit out the nut skin in his mouth, and also walked to Liang Ke's side, pointing to the people in the individual stands below who braved the cold and expected to overturn their bets. "You look at those stupid guys, their faces are full of excitement, their eyes are full of longing, as if after the game, they can all be winners, this is the charm of gambling, as long as you don't open the cards, you are a psychological winner. But in another hour, yes, an hour at most, most of them will lose their living expenses for the next year, and they will have to think about what lies they will use to deceive their hard-working wives, and those who are even more greedy may hang themselves on the big tree outside after they are gone, only then can they get real relief. If they are lucky enough not to die, they will still repeat the process, which is the toxicity of gambling. Muto squinted and commented. Although Liang Ke did not have a good impression of this Bishop Mutuo, he also felt that his words were very reasonable.

"Then the old brother can guarantee that he will win?"

"Of course, why bet otherwise?"

"How?"

"Because I set the rules. Hahaha!" After Mu Tuo finished speaking, he glanced at Liang Ke proudly, turned around and sat back in the wide chair that was soft and deep.

"Oh, so this gladiatorial arena is yours, brother?" Liang Ke was quite surprised, he learned from the Book of Jonah that in order to ensure the firmness of the faith of believers, the church does not allow the clergy to have their own private property, and unless they make great contributions to the church, the church will give the distinguished people some church-controlled land and commercial property. Obviously, it is difficult for a person with a humble position and an average magic skill like Mu Tuo to obtain this kind of honor.

"Don't say that, how could it be mine. It's just that those believers know how to make money under God's light and are protected by God, so they naturally want to express their gratitude to God in a way. The old guy described his dry stock as as holy as Shenhui, and this kind of language art shocked Liang Ke so much that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Brother is really the most faithful servant of God, hehehehehe!" Liang Kepi smiled and catered to Mu Tuo.

Just when Liang Ke resisted the urge to vomit and patted Bishop Muto's ass, a bright and long trombone sound came from the sky of the gladiatorial arena, and he didn't know what magic was blessed, the sound seemed to be in everyone's ears, clear but not harsh, and with a nice stereo sound. After a few breaths, the trombone faded away, and a rich, high-pitched, rhythmic male voice took its place.