"What's wrong with you?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and grabbed the Pure Moon Sword in his hand.

This is not the first time he has seen this anomaly, and it cannot be ruled out that something has been stuffed into his body.

The heretics here seem to enjoy such despicable acts.

"My head hurts......

Old Tang crouched on the ground with his head covered in pain, feeling as if his whole body was about to burn, and his consciousness and vision were constantly heating up.

It's the song!

Don usually likes to listen to songs, Dong Chou, Taylor, Britney...... He also has his own opinion on the appreciation of music, and if his head didn't hurt so much now, he might still comment on this song.

But that song isn't a question of whether it's good or not!

The old ballad seemed to have turned into an invisible blade, churning wildly at his brain, and something that had been forgotten and sealed flowed out and returned to his body.

……

Ten minutes ago, Old Tang took off his bandit suit, picked up a black trench coat worn by the staff here, and tried to find a place to hide and wait until it was safe to come out.

Then he felt that his little pistol did not give much security, so he turned back to the thirtieth floor, intending to pick up the three-barreled knife that was in his own intestines.

Then, he came across a group of black monsters gnawing happily at the three barrels of corpses, and the monster that turned around had a intestine in its mouth.

"Private ...... Intimate Marseille!"

Old Tang was so frightened that his face turned green, and he screamed and fled for his life, while the group of black monsters chased after him.

It didn't take long for him to catch up, and the black monsters were frighteningly fast, and a few of them blocked his retreat with a few agile wall jumps, encircling him.

Just when Old Tang lamented that he must work hard to exercise in the next life, these monsters did not attack his intestines, but just surrounded him, and their dark golden eyes hooked directly at him.

It wasn't until the cold-faced guy with his own light and flame effect appeared that he was finally saved.

But then, Old Tang suddenly began to have a headache, as if something was digging into his heart.

"Reminiscences, Your Highness Norton."

Someone whispered to him.

"What Your Highness...... I'm just an inconsequential passerby."

Don whispers to himself (Norton is pronounced similarly to Ronald in American pronunciation).

He endured his physical discomfort and honestly followed the cold-faced little brother who saved his life upstairs.

……

"Remember, Your Highness Norton."

And so they sang to him.

Old Tang curled up on the ground and covered his ears, trying to isolate the strange ballad, but to no avail, the song seemed to hit his heart.

"Mingming...... Help me......

He struggled to crawl to the holy angel—

Ronald. Don was not religious, but it was only in the holy light of the angel that he could isolate the maddening pain.

It's just that he didn't notice the golden flame blade in the angel's hand.

"Find the singing heretic, brother. To live."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"Understood."

Chu Zihang nodded and quickly left with a knife.

As for this netizen in front of him......

The other party hugged his calf, like a man in the water grasping at a life-saving straw.

Although his face was slightly softened, he still looked like he was tormented by pain.

「……」

Lu Mingfei squatted down, and the pair of light wings behind him stretched out, wrapping Old Tang who was lying on the ground holding his legs.

If the psionic brilliance had no appasing effect, then he would have given Old Don a merciful death.

With the influx of psionic brilliance, Old Tang's painful moans were much lessened, and his eyes lit up with a clean golden light.

It is as if the radiance of an angel is washing

His tormented soul.

"Living...... It's alive......

"It doesn't hurt that much anymore...... Which bastard is singing, like he killed me......

Old Tang was panting holding Lu Mingfei's legs, as if he had been amnestied.

「……」

Even Lu Mingfei himself was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the spiritual energy brilliance on his body was really effective.

"Wow, Captain, your angel appearance is really getting more and more eye-catching!"

"From this day forward, you are definitely the prettiest cub in Kassel!"

Fingal's flattering voice rang out from the side.

Fingal ran back with Eri Uesugi bound by the dragon rope.

As if realizing that something was wrong with the ballad, he decisively chose to join Lu Mingfei - it was always right to hug the solid thighs of his own regiment leader.

But he suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the way his head was staring at him.

"Private Marseille, Captain SAMA! I didn't see anything!"

Fingal sensed that he might have seen something he shouldn't have seen and quickly turned around.

「……」

Lu Mingfei sighed and glanced at the source child.

It seems that the training of this combat brother must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"What about the head of the Miyamoto family?"

He asked, not seeing the head of the Miyamoto family.

"He said he was going upstairs to make sure there was no one in the computer room, and I told him that in horror movies people who had to go apart were often the ones who died the fastest, but he wouldn't listen to me."

Fingal said with a shrug.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang downstairs, and the singing came to an abrupt end.

Apparently Chu Zihang found the singing heretic and a battle took place.

"Alright, let it go, Don."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Ronald, who was still holding on to his legs. Don said coldly.

"Okay, okay, no problem, Brother Ming will be my eldest brother in the future, I will listen to you whatever you say!"

Although he was a little reluctant, Old Tang still quickly got up from the ground and nodded to Lu Mingfei with a smile.

"Fingal, he'll leave it to you to see, he may have something stuffed into his body as well."

Lu Mingfei pushed Old Tang to Fingal.

"What did I get stuffed with? Wouldn't it?"

Old Tang looked frightened when he heard this, and his hand unconsciously covered his buttocks, "I remember that I haven't been drunk outside during this time!"

"It's not going to explode, is it?"

Fingal took a few steps back suspiciously.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to study this topic with them, "Besides, Brother Fingal, have you thought of a way to untie this dragon rope?"

The dragon rope looked like a good alien alchemy creation, and he intended to collect it in the Weeping Angel Warband—

may be in the habit of self-sufficiency in the Weeping Warband's self-sufficiency of scavenging materials, and seeing good things that can be used, Lu Mingfei thought about seeing if he could recycle them.

"Commander, you're a strong man! Where did I get this ability, I have to come from the Vice Principal!"

Fingal said.

"Then you're going to bring her back to the academy with you?"

"As long as you want, Captain, then I will definitely help you bring this flower girl back to the Black Moon Pavilion...... Hey, hey, hey! Where do you want to touch the pervert's paws! Wait a minute, the head of our family will chop off your claws!"

Old Tang suddenly walked over, staring at the Painted Pear in his arms in a daze, and stretched out his palm to look like he was plotting against him, Fingal hurriedly took a few steps back and shouted.

"I'm not...... I'm just looking at this chain with some familiarity......

Old Tang hurriedly explained.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm again in Fingal's extremely distrustful gaze, and gently rubbed the bronze chain that tightly bound the painted pear coat—

The dragon rope suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a bright cyan color

Flashes of light, countless strange dragon texts flashed across the surface of the chain.

Then it slowly let go, like a well-behaved little snake, leaving Eri's body and swimming silently to the ground.