Wushuang turned his head and held Ma Ya's hand, thinking that when Alexander died, the souls of these young 'women' who had been accused by him would also be released, and they would be free...... The update is so fast. But Ma Ya's eyes were still glazed, and her body still stood stiff looking at the bloody priest.

"Let's go...... Walk...... You...... Let's go......" Ma Ya's expression stiffened, and these words were vaguely squeezed out of her mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Wushuang didn't hear too clearly.

Although Ma Ya's eyes are dull, her love for Wushuang has surpassed the shackles of the soul, it is a subconscious buried attachment and protection to his lover, he does not want Wushuang to die for him, even if he is about to face the same death and eternal loneliness. She raised her hand little by little, and her body trembled violently, as if she was 'fiercely' fighting against the bound soul.

Her little hand lightly touched Wushuang's body, as if to push him away, but she was too weak, or her soul no longer had enough strength to control her body. After touching Wushuang, her little hand still slid stiffly on her sides.

"I won't go! If I don't take you back, I won't leave if I die!" Wushuang hugged his sweetheart tightly, his chest was full of self-blame, he was too careless, if he hadn't slept and talked with Ma Ya all the time that night, it wouldn't have caused such a tragedy.

At this time, Wushuang turned his back to the priest who had fallen on the altar who had just been killed by him with a knife, and suddenly a faint sneer came from the altar, breaking the calamity of the reunion of the next two.

"Hmph...... Humph......"

Wushuang turned his head suddenly, and found that the priest who had been stabbed in the heart by himself just now actually stood up staggeringly, and he still had his dagger 'sticking' in his body, the blood was almost dry, and the gentleman's outfit with a 'straight' pen was dyed blood-red.

This guy wouldn't die so easily, or he wouldn't be an ice ghost, or he wouldn't have been able to give the Siberian herdsmen a nightmare for thousands of years. Now he doesn't have any helpers, he doesn't have any way out, he has put his heart down, and he fights with this demon for 'sex', and it's a big deal to walk the Huangquan Road with his sweetheart.

Thinking of this, Wushuang did not retreat but advanced, rushed to the altar in a few steps, kicked the bloody priest to the ground, and pulled out his dagger.

"Laugh at you, uncle! Lao Tzu can kill you once and kill you twice!" he scolded indignantly. A knife stabbed him in the heart again. He could feel the thrill of the sharp dagger already slicing his heart tube in his chest.

Pulling out the dagger, his face was already stained red with blood, and if someone crashed into the church at this time, it would be difficult to tell which of the two of them was a demon. Wushuang's eyes were full of anger, his 'female' person did not allow anyone to blaspheme, let alone insult anyone, that was his bottom line, as long as anyone touched the bottom line, even if he was a demon in hell, Wushuang would dare to fight with him upside down.

With a miserable scream, the priest's body began to dissolve rapidly, as if it had been poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, and finally turned into a pool of pus and blood in front of Wushuang's eyes.

"Damn, you're out! Alexander?" Wushuang knew he wouldn't be so easy to deal with.

"Hmph...... Hum...... Very good, very good, you are very good, for a thousand years, no one has ever dared to challenge me, you are the first, Central Plains, I like your soul, stay. Baron Alexander's eerie laughter was heard from the church.

"Do you want to keep me?" you can come out and go it alone! Give her back my friend's soul!"

"Their souls, one of them will be my wife, and that is their destiny and God's will. And you, Oriental, you will be like her, your soul will also be a part of me, I like your evil, just like I once was. Alexander's voice echoed in the church for a long time, and Wushuang looked around, the whole church was so big in a palm, but he could not be found.

Outside, the other companions frantically tried their best to smash open the big 'door' of the church, but it was all in vain, this big 'door' was strong and indestructible, and the pain of Lan Caidie's little hand was still intact.

"Agata, my sister, don't let your efforts go in vain, you can't kill me, just think what if you went to great lengths to find the Holy Grail of Jesus in the first place? I'm the pride of my family, the pride of our East Germanic people, right?"

"No, brother, open the 'door', today is the time for our brothers and sisters to make a break, let them go, they are innocent. If your cold blood needs a warmth, then my sister is willing to use my life to reawaken the goodness in your heart. Agata said outside the 'door'.

"I used to think so, my sister is a holy 'daughter', and your blood will be incomparably holy, but now I have a new sacrifice, this oriental man is very good, I like him very much, and his soul will be with me to rule this frozen kingdom that will always belong to me. In his mouth, it was as if Wushuang had become his appetizer.

"Huh, huh?" Wushuang sneered, and out of the corner of his eye, he had already found the source of Alexander's occurrence, this guy was actually hiding in the cross directly above the church altar.

A throwing knife was thrown, and it was directly 'thrust' into the cross, and just a thousandth of a second before the blade of the dagger touched the cross, an illusory shadow of a man suddenly flew out of the cross.

Wushuang was also frightened, and quickly retreated to dodge, the illusory shadow was Baron Alexander, the legendary Siberian ice ghost.

He wears a black 'coloured' tuxedo and a Central European gentleman's top hat on his head. The moment he landed, the pool of viscous blood on the altar reunited with his ethereal body, thus forming his true 'flesh' body.

This guy is very white, there is no blood 'color' on his white face, his face is very handsome, even if he is placed in the east, he is definitely the Oba who makes thousands of 'women' fascinated, compared to Nalan Hong, but his cold eyes are 'revealed' with an incomparable deep cold that makes people daunting.

Perhaps it was because Wushuang flew to break his Dharma Gate, and countless wisps of light smoke flew out of the cross, which once symbolized the Holy Spirit Jesus, and each wisp was inhaled by the girls next to the bench, which belonged to their souls.

"Brother, brother...... 5555...... Why are you so stupid?" Ma Ya regained her senses, hugged Wushuang and wept bitterly.

"I'll tell you one last time, let us go!" Wushuang stared at the Ice Ghost Baron Alexander with a resolute gaze.

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