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Chapter 440 Meng Lang: A "Little White Boat" for everyone!

"What are you? Stay away and don't disturb the old man playing the piano!"

Pushing Alessandro to the ground, Meng Lang held the ice sword in his palm, rubbed it slightly, and transformed it into an ice qin.

Angels are composed of the "spirits" of countless believers. Although they have been blown up by themselves on the surface, they can be summoned again at any time as long as the star points that make up the angels are still there. Meng Lang wanted to see if he could use other methods to remove them once and for all. This trouble.

"Hi, all you idiots who don't open your eyes and believe in the angelic teaching, I'm giving you a piece of "Little White Boat".

"Zheng~zheng~zheng..."

Alessandro, who was sitting on the ground, listened to this piece of music, and suddenly felt an urge to climb the mountain...

Even he, a foreigner with a high level of holy light cultivation, would be affected by the sound of the piano, not to mention the star points scattered in the room, which disintegrated one by one at the turn of the tune, turning into smaller star points until disappeared without a trace.

"You... what did you just do?" Alessandro got up from the ground, only to feel that his mind was still dizzy.

"You care about me?" Meng Lang curled his lips, and turned his eyes to the much dimmer Bright Magic Book in the other party's arms, "Give this book to Kangkang!"

"do not want!"

"Give me Kang Kang!"

"No!"

"I asked you to give me Kangkang!" Meng, too lazy to pretend to be a decent person with the other party, kicked Alessandro to the ground with a flying kick, and snatched the magic book of light.

In the next second, bloody runes flowed on it.

'Um?So the so-called bright magic book turned out to be this kind of thing? '

Originally, Meng Lang thought it was a magic weapon similar to a soul-calling banner, and wondered if he could snatch it back and give it to Feng Xingtong as a trump card. Who knew that this book turned out to be just a book similar to a locator? Something... This is much more terrifying than the soul-calling banner he guessed before!

After all, no matter how strong the magic book is, it stands to reason that there is an upper limit to what it can carry the "spirit", but now Alessandro can rely on only one coordinate to recruit a combat force that is less than half the world from half the world. Is it just a slightly weaker pigeon spirit?

If you use the Xian family from the Northeast as a reference comparison, if all the "spirits" stored in Fantegang, the headquarters of the Angel Cult, are summoned into an army of angels, they will be dozens of times stronger than the Xian family group in the Northeast. Not only that.

This is by no means good news for the flower-growing alien world...

Feeling that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier, Meng Lang casually threw the Bright Magic Book back to Alessandro.

The strength of this young second cardinal lies in its natural fit with the angel summoning technique. The function of the magic book is only to help reduce some summoning time. Even if it is destroyed, it will not bring much loss to the Angel Cult.

That being the case, it's better to let this foolish guy go for the time being. If possible, Meng Lang wants to add fuel to the flames and help him secure his position as the next successor of the Angel Sect.

If the leader of the enemy turns into a pig, the threat to the flower growers will be reduced a lot.

Thinking of this, Meng switched his expression to the [passionate] mode: "This... Bishop Alex, right? The two of us don't know each other now, I wonder if you would like to make friends with me?" Where's your friend?"

The honest pastor shook his head resolutely: "I don't want to! My mother said that if someone hits you once, he can hit you a second time. This kind of person should either stay far away, or call other friends to fight back.

And I'm just notoriously upright, not stupid!You cut the Archangel into a star, you are definitely a heathen, my dad won't let me be friends with heathens! "

"...With all due respect, what your mother said is somewhat reasonable. Isn't it a bit too much for your father not to let you be friends with pagans?"

Alessandro scratched his head: "Although I also think it is a bit too much, after all, many scientists I admire are not religious, but my father is the Pope after all, so there is nothing wrong with making such a request to me. That's what my great-grandfather asked him to do!"

Meng Lang: (￣ー￣)...

Son, the amount of information you leaked is a bit too much, right?

I said, how could the Angel Cult arrange for a fool to be the heir?The co-author has been a family business as early as I don't know how many years ago.

"...Okay, if you don't want to be a friend, then let's not be friends, then let's get down to business, please answer my question according to the law, is that okay?"

"Can I not answer? Dean Marcus told me not to talk to strangers."

"It's okay if you really don't want to answer, then I'll beat you up."

"... Sir, what would you like to know?"

The honest priest saw the terrifying black qi emanating from Meng's body, swallowed his saliva and immediately became aware.

With a serious expression on his face, Meng Lang cut to the chase and said, "What is the purpose of you and your companion coming to the Flower Planter? Did you succeed?"

"Of course I'm here to preach to the 170 seven holy souls! Didn't you come here just after drawing the magic circle?" Alessandro replied without thinking.

"..."

Meng Lang clenched his fists silently. Although he had guessed this possibility a long time ago, he still couldn't hide his anger when he heard that the other party wanted to hurt the heroic soul of his country rationally and vigorously.

After a long while, Meng Lang asked in a deep voice: "Don't you know that the martyrs of our country don't want to believe in your shit angelism at all?"

"Why? Those who can become heroic souls are the most noble souls. It is the responsibility of every priest with a conscience to extradite such souls to heaven for pleasure!"

"Snapped!"

Meng Lang couldn't bear to slap the other person's face. Such shameless remarks were an insult to every noble person.

"Dean Marcus is right! You flower growers are unreasonable and violent!"

Alessandro covered his swollen cheeks, and hopped vaguely: "I can only resort to force if it makes sense, I can't blame you for being a developing country after so many years, you will always learn Can't really cook freely!"

"Lend your auspicious words!"

Meng Lang didn't bother to explain to the other party, it was more in the interest of the flower growers to keep this kid confused.

"What the heroic souls of our country's ancestors want is to leave a prosperous and prosperous life to their children and grandchildren. They are not interested in your paradise... Let's go, I will find someone to take you on the plane back home."

"You're not them! Why don't you know that they don't yearn for heaven! Sure enough, selfish people like you will never understand the meaning of freedom..." Alessandro argued unconvinced.

Meng Lang couldn't bear it anymore, he drew an ice sword from the void and pressed it against the opponent's Adam's apple: "Shut up, if you say another word, I will send you to see your God immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Meng felt that the room immediately became quiet, only the voice of Alessandro swallowing saliva nervously... and three phantoms in old military uniforms who appeared in the magic circle at unknown times. Small voices of conversation.

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