(PS: Today I went to do a small thing with my friends, tossed for a day, those staff played football footwork is too clever, I have to admire it! I just want to scold the street! It doesn't matter if I spend money, but I spent money in vain, but I didn't finish it, and I was tired half to death, so the update was postponed, and I ask my friends to forgive me!)

With the support of the upper realm, the Pope felt a cool cry in his heart, and he couldn't help but think excitedly: "If we can cripple the Huaxia Cultivation Realm in one fell swoop, then the glory of God can spread to the east." The East is vast and populous, and if I can spread the teachings of God throughout the East and destroy those disgusting creatures of darkness, then the world will be shrouded in the light of God, and it will be a great achievement, and such a great achievement will be established, and when I reach the upper realm, I will also be appreciated by the Lord. It's such a wonderful world, and I can't wait. ”

Just as Pope YY was about to be, the Gate of Heaven descended a feather glowing with golden light and ten artifacts of light that shone with white light.

"This summoning feather is given to you, and when you meet that master, you can summon the eight-winged angel. "Again, the same voice, and after that, the gate of the heavenly realm was closed.

And the twelve prophets, because they exhausted the light and holy power in their bodies, all shrank to the ground. Sure enough, the eight-winged angel can be summoned, and the Pope's mood at this time can no longer be described in words. As for the life and death of the twelve prophets, he didn't care about it, with the help of the eight-winged angel, he still had to look at the demon of Huaxia? He also fantasized that this eight-winged angel would torture that demon fiercely, and then slowly kill him, and then lead the Holy See army to sweep through the Huaxia cultivation realm and destroy those dark creatures.

But just as he was about to pick up the feather and the ten light artifacts, he suddenly found that they were all gone. Just as he was wondering, he saw that the Chinese demon from last time was hanging in the air, grinning at him, and his smile seemed to be very evil and obscene. (Wu Lai: you, you're smiling so obscenely.) ）

The Pope didn't even think about it to know that it was Wu Lai who took away the feathers and the artifact of light, so he said angrily: "You, you demon, quickly return the feathers and artifact of light to me." The angry eyes seemed to breathe fire, wanting to burn Wu Lai in front of him to ashes.

Wu Lai pretended to be stupid and said, "What feathers and light artifacts? I don't know what you're talking about." I'm just passing through. ”

The Pope roared angrily: "You demon, don't pretend, last time you destroyed the sacred rites of our Holy See, you blasphemous, you must not die well, return my things quickly." ”

Wu Lai continued to say aggrievedly: "You are so unreasonable, when did I take your things? Don't you slander people, okay? Besides, don't you just don't believe in your God? What's the big deal, there are many people who don't believe in God, don't they still live well." Why should I not die well?"

Looking at Wu Lai's stupid appearance, the Pope was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He wanted to step forward and fight with Wu Lai, but when he thought that he was far from his opponent, he didn't dare to step forward. When he stepped forward, he was looking for death, and the Pope cherished his life quite a lot.

When the Pope saw that Wu Lai was young, he suddenly had a plan: "You Chinese people are too despicable, you said that the war would start on April 15, and you actually came in advance." ”

Wu Lai immediately retorted: "What, you gave us a war letter, and you didn't say that you were not allowed to fight privately, besides, I passed by occasionally, what's wrong?"

Passing by, who would believe it? Passing by, he even ran to someone's church.

The Pope scolded: "You Chinese people are all thieves, and you take other people's things and don't admit it, it's really shameful." Thanks to you, the Chinese people still claim to be the state of etiquette, and the road is not forgotten, but I didn't expect it to be self-deception. ”

Wu Lai was furious: "Aren't they just these broken things? They all fell from the sky, and I picked them up by the way, and they were mine." ”

"No, that's my ......" The Pope began to curse the street like a shrew (1,000 words omitted from the specific content of the street scolding), there is no pope at all, fortunately there is no one else here, the twelve prophets have died of exhaustion due to overwork.

Seeing the Pope like this, Wu Lai was dumbfounded.

MD, who's a scoundrel in the end! I'm sweating, I'm sweating, I'm sweating!

Wu Lai said angrily: "Okay, I have served you, isn't it just a few scraps, what's the big deal, brother is not rare." With that, ten light artifacts flew towards the Pope. A hint of joy flashed in the Pope's eyes, since you are a waste, it is really good, but this point did not escape Wu Lai's eyes.

However, the Pope is quite cunning and cunning, and he is not in a hurry to pick up the ten artifacts, and at the same time, the scolding of the street is not over, and he will stop scolding the street after the ten artifacts are in hand.

"Hey, what about the feather?" the Pope couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he didn't see the feather, he knew that the feather was the most important thing, and he couldn't do without the ten artifacts, and he couldn't do without the feather.

Wu Lai asked fakely, "What feather?"

The Pope replied, "It's that golden feather!"

"Oh, that beautiful bird feather, I like it so much, I keep it for myself. You see, I've finally come here, and I can't go home empty-handed, and even though this is your territory, and good things have rained down from the sky for no reason, I must have a share in the sights. Wu Lai said shamelessly.

The Pope almost vomited blood. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to Wu Lai in a good voice: "This little brother, I'll discuss it with you, okay?"

Wu Lai asked curiously, "What discussion?"

"How about you give me back this feather, and I'll give you an artifact?"

"Uh, well—" Wu Lai deliberately dragged out his voice very long. The Pope saw that there was a play, although he was reluctant to give up one of these artifacts, but that feather was very important, he could summon the eight-winged angel, just to deal with the person in front of him, if he was given it as a specimen, who else could help him?

How do you know that Wu Lai said: "Let me think about it first." ”

"How much longer are you going to think?" urged the Pope.

"Hey, you have to figure it out, it's you who is asking for someone now, not me, if you want me to change, you have to make me happy, otherwise, brother won't bird you. ”

"Then you should think about it. The Pope's forehead began to sweat. He called Wu Lai his ancestor in his heart, and hoped that Wu Lai could exchange with him as much as possible.

Seeing that Wu Lai was still thinking, the Pope flickered and said, "Little brother, you see that this feather is useless at all, and my light artifact is powerful." ”

Wu Lai felt funny in his heart, you treat my brother as a three-year-old child! It's so easy to deceive! This kind of feather brother has seen it before, isn't it just to summon angels? This feather is much better than that feather, presumably the summoned angel must be a powerful guy, Brother Dang doesn't know!