what are you doing？ ”

Hearing this, Tang Ya's heart chuckled.

She has been working in Amerik for more than half a year, and of course she can understand American and foreign languages.

Tang Ya remembered a legend: deep in the Loki Mountain, there was a hidden ascetic of the Holy See, whose strength was unfathomable.

The person who told her about this legend was a well-known master in Los Angeles.

The legend has come true, with her current Zidan real person's level, she can't crack the other party's Dan domain at all, and with her bra, she can also think that the crooked fruit kernel missionary is a master, a master, a master.

At this moment, Tang Ya was not worried about herself, but Pei Yin.

After all, she was born in a family of cultivators, and she had long understood a rule: monks had to go through the usual process to conduct international exchanges, applying for tourist visas or work visas.

For example, Tang Ya, she has a visa in hand and is not afraid of problems.

But Pei Zhenren, the situation is different.

The International Convention on the Cultivation of Truth is clearly written: monks enter without visas and are regarded as enemy spies.

When it comes to the level of espionage, you will be killed or maimed, and you will bear the consequences.

Pei Yin's trip to Rocky Mountain came too hastily, and it was obvious that he did not have a visa.

To put it bluntly, he is a stowaway, and once he is targeted by a foreigner, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fortunately, Pei Zhenren has also experienced strong winds and waves, and he is not panicked at all.

You know, Pei Zhenren has a heart for cultural output.

I think that after practicing so much spoken English back then, now I finally have a place to use it.

So Pei Zhenren spoke, fluent in foreign language: "Buy my mother-in-law for one day Li Lei." ”

said, pointed at Tang Ya: "Buy a foreign wife every day when you die, Han Meimei." ”

Then he looked at the missionary: "Shall I be quiet?" ”

The missionary replied solemnly, "Michael." ”

Pei Zhenren's backhand is a set of rainbow farts: "Goodenemu, Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson." ”

Hearing this, Tang Ya's heart died.

Big brother, don't slap the horse's fart on the horse's leg, okay?

This is Tang Ya's true thoughts, and I can't wait for Pei Yin.

After all, Pei Zhenren has never exported culture in Europe and the United States, he only understands words, not context.

At this moment, Tang Ya understood the context, and her heart went up and down.

Generally speaking, foreigners introduce themselves by first and last names, such as Tom Hank or something.

The missionary in front of him, Michael, only had his first name, not his last name.

This is unreasonable, and clergy usually introduce themselves by giving their last names.

If you don't say the surname, you are still very confident and can fight, then there is only one possibility......

"Don't!"

"Don't be him!"

"Don't be him!"

Tang Ya's voice trembled in her heart, and a very bad idea came out.

The name Michael, originally Michael, represents the archangel of Western legend - Michael!

Michael is also pronounced Michael, which is spelled Micha'el in Hebrew and Michael or Míchal in Latin.

The name Michael means "like God," and it is the name of the angel mentioned in the Bible, the God-appointed guardian of the Garden of Eden, and the only spirit being mentioned with the title of archangel.

According to the Bible, during the Seven-Day War with Satan, Michael fought to assert God's sovereignty against God's opponents and finally defeated him.

In Western papal paintings and sculptures, Michael often fights with dragons with long blond hair and a red cross (or red cross-shaped sword), which is Satan.

The reason why Tang Ya has that bad idea at this moment is because the missionary named Michael has blonde hair that can't be dyed, and he still holds a red cross in his hand!

Girls are quite sensitive in terms of hairstyles, and the more she looks at Michael's blonde hair, the more Tang Ya feels frightened.

And the red cross, which was so different from the silver cross that the ordinary missionary wore on his chest.

In the face of such a terrifying existence, Pei Zhenren actually dared to export culture, and Sister Jingru couldn't give him so much courage.

In fact, Pei Zhenren is also quite aggrieved, he has seen a lot of Oriental foreigners, and as for Western foreigners, this is the first time he has encountered them in his lifetime.

He just wanted to show off his spoken language and enhance international friendship, where did he know that there was such a complex connotation.

Tang Ya didn't allow Pei Zhenren to show anymore, and said in fluent speaking: "I'm sorry, my husband just came to Amerik for a trip, and he doesn't speak well and doesn't speak very well." Let's go, without bothering. ”

"Visa." Michael popped out a word with a blank face, more like he was giving orders.

Tang Ya has a sentence in her heart, and she doesn't know whether to say it or not.

She brought a visa in her bag, but the problem is that Pei Zhenren just said that she is "Han Meimei", and then showing the visa is tantamount to lifting a stone and shooting herself in the foot.

"I'm sorry, we're out hiking this time, and the visa is in the hotel at the foot of the mountain." Tang Ya said stubbornly.

"Why do you take a corpse with you on a hike?" Michael hit the nail on the head and looked at Tang Wanshan lying on the ground.

Tang Ya's eyes darkened, and she approached Pei Yin and used the Tianfu dialect: "We can't afford to mess with this guy, he is likely to be the archangel Michael, I have a visa, you find a chance to go first." ”

Pei Yin was secretly frightened, he had played a lot of card gacha games when he was hospitalized, and in one of the magic games, there were Michael, Gabriel or something, and the Michael in it was a lot of fierce ones.

The blonde uncle in front of him shouldn't be as fierce as in the game, right?

The answer is: Yes!

The Tianfu dialect that ordinary foreigners can't understand, Michael obviously understood, and he showed off a fairly standard Tang ordinary hair: "It turns out that you are Tang people." ”

After a pause, the accent changed to Tianfu dialect: "Si Channel, I also understand a little bit, Ba Si Deban." ”

Tang Ya's eyes were dark again, and her back was cold.

At this time, Pei Zhenren needs to come out, and his opening is a sad story: "Uncle, the situation is like this, the deceased is her grandfather, who failed to break through in Rocky Mountain, and the Yuan Shen fell." We came this time to bring the old man's body back for burial, and asked the uncle to make it convenient. ”

Michael spread his hands expressionlessly: "Visa." ”

"It's in the hotel, or you can go back to the hotel with us to get it." Pei Yin thought frantically, first get rid of the church Dan Domain in front of him.

"Then you don't have to go back."

Michael said, holding up the red cross in his hand.

It was about the same length as a cross with chopsticks, and two red lights burst out.

An unbelievable scene appeared, there were two more large crosses in the church, Pei Yin and Tang Ya hung on them respectively, and their bodies were locked into a figure of "ten" by the red light.

Michael didn't look at Pei Yin, who was struggling, and his eyes fell on Tang Ya: "That thing doesn't belong to you, hand it over." ”

Tang Ya was confused: "What is it?" ”

Michael said, "Box." ”

Tang Ya's heart was cold, the other party even knew her natal magic weapon, and she didn't admit it: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"No, you know."

Michael still has a blank poker face: "What you don't know is that the box you get is going to bring disaster to the world." ”

Tang Ya was incredulous: "What box has such a great magic?" ”

Michael finally had a hint of a fluctuating expression: "Pandora's box." ”

(End of chapter)