Su Hexiang in Bai Quartz's eyes is probably just a good-looking, bright and lovely innocent little girl - there is no other merit.

And in view of his memories of the shadows of his youth, he was always disgusted with this unworldly, pure young girl like a white rabbit - because these people who had never experienced the misery and misfortune of the world were always too simple and too happy - and they often did not know it, so that they could easily arouse the jealousy of those who were already in darkness like him, and as time went by, it turned into a deeper antipathy.

This is undoubtedly a kind of pathology, and Bai Quartz is actually well aware of his own pathology - but he stubbornly insists on not wanting to change it, so he, a person who seems to cherish flowers who lingers in the land of fireworks all year round, actually does not cherish flowers - at least he will not cherish and pity Su Hexiang, the flower of green lotus.

But he forgot—forgot that his evaluation from a sick state was by no means pertinent, and that the lotus that was clear and rippling but not demonic often came from the mud.

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Outside the church, on the other side-

Su Hexiang, whose hair was rubbed with green silk by prunella grass, was somewhat unconsciously combing herself—both in her inner heart and in her outer hair.

With her fingers, her black hair was like a trickle, slipping from her fingers and then over her shoulders, and the brightness in her eyes was like a lake in autumn, but now there are too many emotions in this lake, which is a little bleak.

As a war nun who grew up in the Holy See, Su Hexiang may indeed be as ignorant as Bai Quartz thought, but since she was able to pass the selection of the Holy See and become the personal attendant of Her Royal Highness the little Holy Maiden, she has received some affirmation - especially in terms of quality, so her innocence and purity and the stubborn persistence of some little cuteness, if it is evil in the eyes of some sick people, then this is also the problem of the world, not her or their fault.

This is a little bit of the middle two, but Su Hexiang and some of the prunella grass who vaguely guessed that this thought so, and if the future history declared that this statement was wrong, presumably they would still die without repentance at that time.

The surrounding cemetery was silent, Su Hexiang slowly stopped the movements in her hands and then put her hands together and began to pray - she didn't want to participate in the actions of the rest of the people who disturbed the dead, but she was still uneasy because of her own bystanders, so she paced here for a period of time, wanting to send some prayers to these dead who escaped to make amends, but along the way, she subconsciously did so, but she also continued to think about her own problems.

But there are some questions that cannot be understood by thinking about it alone, so as mentioned above - she is a very persistent and serious girl, and in some respects extremely remarkable, and she does not think that she has any behavior that is in accordance with the judgment of the Holy See against her, then there must be something wrong in it, and since it is not herself who is wrong, it must be the problem of the Holy See, then she, as a nun of the Holy See, is obliged to find out that error and correct it.

It's just that there seem to be a lot of people who don't want to give her that chance.

Su Hexiang had been closing her eyes to pray or meditate before, but she couldn't spot the movement under the soil for the first time, so it wasn't until that moment that she opened her eyes with a little doubt.

In a flash, the earth rolled, and thin black arms burst out of the ground.

The look of doubt turned to shock, and the girl shrank back as if she was a little chilled, her hands folded together slightly stiffened, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Xiaoxiang! Danger! Get closer to me!"

Just as she was a little startled, an anxious voice came from behind—its voice was slightly distorted, and it was even more difficult to hear when it reached this point, but the owner of the voice was familiar to her, and she quickly began to act.

But by this time it was too late.

As soon as Su Hexiangfang turned around, he saw a dark emaciated figure blocking behind him, and the flesh and blood skin on Zhou's body squirmed from time to time - as if it was melting, and it looked extremely disgusting.

But Su Hexiang didn't frown, let alone turn her head - she was not an ordinary woman, but a papal war nun, and she had turned those extremely real combat training into instinct in her daily life, and she was better than a novice - she was not a novice.

So she stepped out and stepped on the dirt.

A deep footprint appeared on the ground, as if it was about to be embedded in the soil, so the footprints were surrounded by half-canopy mud, and Su Hexiang, who was wrapped in a cool spring breeze, came together.

The black figure's body moved, and it suddenly increased its speed - raised its right hand, which had been turned into an arm blade, and immediately slashed down in the wind.

Su Hexiang snorted softly, her delicate nasal voice seemed to convey contempt, but it could only make people feel cute, she did not use weapons - because the contemporary saint did not like it, so she used the priest fighting technique.

- And that's what she's best at.

Su Hexiang rushed forward, not completely avoiding the other party's slash, but in an instant, he bent his left arm at the end of the opponent's arm blade, and then the tip of his arm was bent at the tip of his elbow, and he guided the horizontal huge force upward.

There was no pause—as soon as she stepped on her left foot again, her body leaned forward again aggressively, and her small, crystalline nose almost brushed against the opponent's squirming and corrupted chest, and then she crouched completely, taking her right foot as the axis and her body as a snail, while her left foot stretched out, and it crossed the ankles of her legs under the tremendous force of the opponent's upward lift—not to cause the opponent to fall, but to make him stagger backwards.

So his hands supported the ground and his waist swayed, Su Hexiang jumped up in the opposite direction under his head and feet, and the pair of black dirty boots that looked plain and stained with mud from a few previous steps broke through the air again, directly picked at the opponent's neck, and then kicked in the jaw.

As if through a thick dictionary, the kick made a dull sound after touching the opponent's body, and the boot deformed slightly, and then suddenly burst as if it could not bear the force.

It's enough to cause a concussion.

But it doesn't seem to have any effect.

The figure with a whole body in pitch black only tilted his head slightly, as if he had lost the strength on his feet, and then regardless of his extremely strange posture, he raised his right arm and slashed again-

Su Hexiang's mood cooled slightly, and his fighting spirit increased, and under the expressionless wrong leg, he had completed the complete close range of bullying and straight in, and at the same time as flashing the attack, he launched his own close fight.

And so the battle continued.

Elbow protrusion knee, slashing palm and punching, Su Hexiang did not take advantage of the situation very rarely, but chose to suppress people with force and break the enemy with strength, and in a very short period of time, he had hit all the theoretical weaknesses of the human body, looking for the most lethal parts of the opponent's body.

It is a pity that the dead do not have weaknesses.

But it will still fall—

Su Hexiang, who got up with a somersault, glanced at it, confirmed that the other party still had combat power and was not even damaged at all, and couldn't help frowning slightly, but the other party had fallen and the road had been opened, and she had already seen more black shadows in the corner of her eyes gradually becoming encircling, so she didn't dare to entangle anymore, and ran directly in the direction where the voice came.

The green silk on her forehead swayed against the wind, and on her side was the uninterrupted sound of rolling dirt, Su Hexiang walked forward quickly, the corner of her eyes continued to sweep the scene around her, her heart was surprised and stunned but even more anxious - the previous temptation had proved that she couldn't help the other party with her bare hands, so it was impossible to defeat so many monsters, she didn't know why the mysterious man didn't make a move, so she was very worried about the summer withered grass who made a sound-because compared to herself, her lover's kung fu on fists and feet was almost nothing.

'That idiot—don't leave the brigade!'

The talent who is around him now is the object that should be worried the most - Su Hexiang did not figure out this truth like Hai Jinsha, but he did temporarily let go of the burden in his heart like him, and turned to worry about another person.

Xia Wither didn't know that he had unwittingly loosened the shackles hidden in his heart by two people who were extremely important to him, and even if he could know, he would not be happy.

Because his situation at the moment is extremely bad.