Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

'wrong!That kid probably didn't use blindfolds, then..." Guessing a certain terrifying possibility, Park Jae-in unconsciously placed his left hand on the cross in front of his chest, and alerted his surroundings with a 12-point mentality.

However, the next second.

A thin and small figure flickered behind him, with short legs flying up and kicking his kneecap with the force of wind and thunder.

"Boom! Crack——"

Liu Wukui kicked the blood-red light curtain with his mighty Fengshen leg, making a tooth-piercing sound of glass shattering.

Little Lolita was originally pregnant with the life of a fairy boy, possessed the innate supernatural power of five-direction Jiedi and a large amount of inner energy. In the past few days, under Feng Baobao's guidance, she has learned the first two moves of Fengshen legs.

Now with the blessing of "Flying on the Vegetables", she can even rank in the top ten in the Haoqi League in terms of speed alone, and her combat effectiveness is no longer the same as when she was in Biyou Village. The grass directly kicked the magic weapon that Park Jae-in relied on for self-protection, which greatly exceeded the expectations of the old magic stick and several bystanders in the back hall.

"Huh? Master, why didn't you remind me that this old guy has a magic weapon!" Little Loli turned her head and glared at her master very dissatisfied.

Meng Lang picked his nose and pretended not to see it: "Remind me, you only have 50 seconds left."

"Humph! Just wait and see!" Liu Wukui snorted softly, and Jiali disappeared from Park Jae-in's vision again.

Seeing this, the old god stick was even more afraid to be careless, and learned his lesson to be careful.

He took out a silver crossbow from his pocket to guard secretly, and at the same time sang a hymn loudly: "When the first angel sounded the holy trumpet, the hurricane and the rainstorm will turn this place into ashes. ..."

As the singing became louder and louder, there gradually seemed to be countless whisperers bowing and praying in the church. The incandescent light on the cross on Park Jae-in's chest became more and more intense, and there was a faint human body The phantom of the white-feathered pigeon spirit appeared behind the old god stick, and spread its wings to protect it.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Is this the famous Angel Teach Pigeon Essence? Should the wings be braised in soy sauce or stewed..." Someone Meng wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth unconsciously, "Fifth Kui, there are 30 seconds left, waste time Be careful, the ice cream shop will be closed for a while!"

"Cut~ I know it! The old magic stick eats my trick Guanyin Silian!"

Meng Lang: (.ヘ°)? ! ?

Seeing the little Lolita's long-prepared kick descending from the sky and kicking Pigeon Jing's head, a series of question marks unconsciously appeared on the top of Meng's head.

'How did the baby bring the baby?Can anyone tell me what the hell is "Guanyin Zulian"?Awei Eighteen Forms can also be handed over to children! '

Just when Meng was doubting his life, Liu Wukui had already defeated Park Jae-in's defense line three times, five times and two times, and with the help of the magic weapon produced by the logistics department, he forcibly took down the magic arrow of the old god stick, and took advantage of it. Bei crushed the top bones of his feet.

"Finish work!"

After completing the task, the little loli brushed the dust off her clothes with a calm expression, imitating Meng Lang's usual tone of elegance and amiability, and said, "Old man, Wu Kui thank you for letting the sea go. Please take good care of your body when you go back. I'll come and break your leg next time when you recover from your injury!"

Park Jae-in, who slumped on the ground and twitched in pain: "..."

Is this kid a devil?Why are the words spoken by such a cute little face so unpleasant?What do your adults usually teach you?

In fact, this question Meng also wants to know.

If it weren't for the fact that he still has business to do, Meng Lang really wanted to pick up little Loli immediately and ask her what she had learned with Feng Baobao in the past two days.

With a dark face, Meng Lang pulled his apprentice and stepped over Park Jae-in, and kicked off his hands that were stretched out in his arms to feel for something.

"what--!"

Amidst the screams of the old magic stick, Meng Lang taught his young apprentice what it means to be elegant and easy-going:

"Don't thank me, Father! Look~ your legs were trembling with pain just now, don't they feel so painful now? Mr. Lu Shuren said that the best way to forget the pain is to divert your attention... ...Look, isn't the pain in the foot much better?"

'Then I td really want to thank your ancestors for eighteen generations! 'Park Jae-in's eyes were red and bloodshot, his mouth murmured for a long while, but he passed out without saying anything, and he didn't know whether he was hurt or angry.

The previous farce had done a good job of dissuading irrelevant personnel. A group of nuns and priests from Bangziguo, who were not aliens, ran out of the church screaming and screaming. They were then set aside with a knife by Meng Lang's shadow clone who was guarding the door. overturned.

...Well, should I say it or not, the profession of nuns is quite profitable, and the pads during plastic surgery are basically high-end products, and even if they are stabbed by someone Meng, there are not many people with crooked noses.

Leaving behind a shadow clone to cast the Phantom of the Heavenly Palace to deal with passers-by, Meng Lang dragged the little loli all the way through the halls and houses, kicking through [-] trap magic circles one after another, and finally came to the door of an inconspicuous office.

Meng Lang cleared his throat, knocked on the door politely, and said, "Hello ~ Yi Ke Si Ke You Si Honey ~"

There was a slight silence in the room, and then a young man's voice came out: "whoisthat?"

"Ichimi~buy nemuyi thorn oil and Fadel~"

The room was silent again, and after a long time, the young voice still spoke, but this time it was replaced with a correct accent: "...Leader Meng, has anyone told you that your way of chatting is really impressive. accurate."

"Oh? I'm really sorry~ Please point out the worst part of my speech, let me reflect on it, so that I can strengthen it in the future."

Meng's tone was as elegant and easy-going as ever, but it easily made the three listeners in the room feel physically uncomfortable.

"Bangdang-"

"Meng! I have tolerated you for a long time!"

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ps: first update

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Chapter 438 Ace Pig Teammate

Facing the furious enemy, Meng Lang spoke calmly and gracefully, spit out civilized and polite characters, showing the demeanor of a school master: "Good afternoon, if Meng has guessed correctly, the three friends from the Angel Church should Is it the behind-the-scenes shit maker who messed with my flower planter this time?"

"What's behind the scenes? We're the master sect... woohoo!" Before the young man in the three-member Angel Cult could finish speaking, his mouth was held down by an old man in a red robe.

"Leader Meng misunderstood! The three of us are just travelers passing by here, and we have no intention of offending the flower growers!"

"Oh? Really?"

Meng Lang pretended to look around, and saw that the office was full of big traps, middle circles, middle traps, small circles, and small traps... In short, there were densely drawn magic circles with unknown functions.

"Old Mr. Gabeng, if I read correctly, the hundreds of magic circles in this room should have been drawn in the last two days, right?"

"Leader Meng, I'm not Lao Ga—"

"Okay, old Mr. Bake! Whatever you want to call it, I won't argue with you, but don't try to change the subject. The question Meng asks you now is, what are these newly drawn magic circles used for?"

"This……"

"What is this! Do you really think I don't know the twists and turns in your place? To tell you the truth, the head of the Tianxiahui, Feng Zhenghao, has sharp eyes and has noticed your unscrupulous attempts a long time ago!" Meng Lang didn't know how to tear up his skin with the Angels, and without blinking, he put a big, round black pot on Feng Laohu's head.

Anyway, it's just a matter of lip service, the angel teaches love to believe it or not, it's good to make the other party suspicious for a while.

"It was Feng Zhenghao who discovered our movements?" Ryan Schmidt lowered his eyelids for a little analysis, and suddenly realized that this possibility was really possible.

After all, it is rumored that Feng Zhenghao is a top witchcraft master. He holds one of the flower planter's supreme treasures, which happens to be about "spirits".

After making up his mind to pay more attention to this enemy who was secretly targeting the Angel Cult, Ryan quietly took out a handful of colorless and odorless powder from his pocket, and wanted to turn around and sprinkle it on the magic circle when Meng Lang was not paying attention.

"Huh? Stop it!" x2