Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

The two voices in unison came from Meng Lang and Alessandro who had just been let go by Marcus.

With a flick of his hand, Meng Lang formed a piece of black ice in the void, freezing the colorless powder he saw in his knowledge-colored arrogance in it.

Alessandro was not as chic as he was. He scrambled to the ground, trying to cover the magic circle with his body to prevent the powder from falling on it.

"Mr. Facial Paralysis, may I ask what you want to do?" Meng asked with a sneer as he looked at the crystal-clear powder inside as he waved the ice puck in his hand.

"Yeah, Ryan! Do you know what you just did?!"

Alessandro got up from the ground and shouted at his companion furiously: "It took me a long time to complete these 120 psychic matrices! With the materials we have in hand, it is impossible to draw them again. How dare you Trying to destroy it with a ghost soul? Are you crazy???"

Ryan Schmidt covered his face in pain.

My lord second bishop!Do you want to be so naive?The enemy bosses are attacking the door. You don't need to help me destroy the evidence together... What kind of operation is this kind of stabbing your teammates and then selling yourself?

Pig teammates also have a limit, right? !

Marcus hurried over to smooth things over, and at the same time winked desperately at his teammates: "Your Excellency Alessandro, I think you must have misunderstood, Ryan must have accidentally spilled the alchemy potion... and Aren't you setting up a prayer formation these days?"

"Dean Marcus, what's wrong with your eyes? Abnormal twitching of facial muscles may be a precursor to cerebral thrombosis. Shall we go to Generdu General Hospital to take an MRI for you? I heard that the hospital at Huahuajia's The examination fee is cheap, and you can afford it without medical insurance.”

Looking at Alessandro's clear eyes full of concern, Marcus managed to escape a mouthful of old blood.

The expression on that old orange-peeled face perfectly interpreted what it means to be "all thoughts are lost", even Meng, who is an enemy, couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable when he saw it.

To be honest, when the other party is stupid enough, it is difficult for you to tell whether he is playing back.

"This... sir, what is your name?"

"Alessandro! My name is Alessandro Buffon! You can call me Second Bishop Alessandro."

"...It's too much trouble, I'll call you Mr. Duck by keeping the first and last."

"Sir! I don't think the title 'Mr. Duck Calling' is appropriate. First of all, I am a clergyman who vowed to serve the Lord for life. My position is the second cardinal. Secondly, even if it is according to the habits of you flower growers, you should Call me Bishop 'Alex' or Bishop 'Buffon', I think..."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think!"

Someone from Meng unceremoniously interrupted Alessandro's pointless debate, and silently put a label with the word [dzz] on him in his heart.

"Mr. Yaming, as the person in charge of the flower planter's alien affairs agency with a certificate, I have the right to ask you the necessary questions. I hope you can answer the following questions truthfully."

With that said, Meng Lang looked down at Marcus and Ryan Schmidt, and hit the sleeping holes of them with all his strength like lightning.

"what are you doing!"

Alessandro suddenly saw someone from Meng attacking his companion, and without thinking about it, he took out a simple book with a white-gold halo from his arms.

"When Dean Marcus and Ryan persuaded me to act secretly, I didn't want to. Now I know that the flower planter is really so aggressive! Obviously we don't have any malicious intentions, why do you still want to hurt my companion? !"

The second cardinal, who was not very bright, was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Cunning villain! The Almighty will punish you!"

As the voice fell, the book in Alessandro's hand was automatic without wind, and the sound of pages turning could be heard endlessly. The white-golden light shone like a small sun in the small office, and Meng Lang frowned when he saw it.

"Wu Kui, you go out and wait for me first."

Hearing Meng's serious tone, Liu Wukui immediately nodded obediently: "Understood, Master!"

"and many more!"

Meng Lang fought back to stop little Lolita, pulled out three blood-colored ice needles from the back of her head and waved them to the ground. In an instant, three identical "Meng Lang" appeared in the office. Alessandro was so scared that he held up the bright magic book His hands trembled slightly.

Regardless of his reaction, Meng said directly to his avatar: "I want to try the weight of this light magic book, the movement should not be too small, you take the two things on the ground out, and be careful to hold your breath!" Don't let them die, don't forget to cast a layer of enchantment around them after you go out, got it?"

"Understood!" x3

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ps: second update

Bow to step down (sorry, this will continue to add more code!)

Chapter 439 Isn't Angel Meng Lang Just a Pigeon Spirit?

After sensing that the sealing barrier had completely covered the entire room in his knowledgeable arrogance, Meng Lang looked at the bright magic book with more and more special effects with great interest.

"Mr. Duck, you didn't stop my avatar from taking your two companions away just now, and you must have figured it out that I didn't hurt them. In this case, I advise you to calm down and be careful about stealing chickens." Otherwise, he was caught as a duck."

"..." Alessandro held back his chest, unable to move up and down. For a while, he didn't know whether to complain about Meng's name for him, or to ask what it meant to be a duck.

After struggling for a long time, the second bishop with a clear mind decided not to worry anymore. The fourteen days of immune isolation when he came to the flower planter almost didn't drive him crazy. Now he finally met someone who seemed afraid to kill him. How can the powerful in the world have any reason to let go?

Alessandro held the book of light magic to his chest with both hands and sang loudly, "When the lamb opens the seventh seal, Judgment Day will come to the world! "

Meng Lang didn't try to interrupt the opponent, but chose to fold his arms to appreciate the increasingly glaring light. While waiting for the opponent's move, he secretly analyzed it in his heart.

"Well, judging from the energy it currently reveals, the magic power contained in this broken book is stronger than the three Deathly Hallows of the mage society, almost twice that of Fang Tian's painted halberd. The supreme masterpiece of alchemy for nearly 2000 years... I don't know if the knight will not die with bare hands and can be grasped by the magic trick! '

Of course, Alessandro would not have thought that Meng would stare at his baby as soon as he met, and he still kept singing.

"When the first angel sounded his trumpet, hail and fire mingled with blood were thrown to the earth—and a third of the earth was burned, and a third of the trees, and all the grass was consumed."

After the chanting, a phantom of a dove spirit with countless wings on its back and a nearly liquid holy light lingering around it gradually solidified in the room.

Someone in Meng complained in his heart: "With so many wings, it should be the Archangel Gabriel who is in charge of Monday. That's right... By the way, don't foreigners have dense phobias about wings?" '

"When the second angel sounded his trumpet, a mountain of burning fire was thrown into the sea—so a third of the sea became blood, and a third of the life in the sea perished, and a third of the ships were destroyed .”

"If I remember correctly, Tuesday should be Uriel the Angel of Fire, right?"

However, to Meng's surprise, it was not the second pigeon spirit that was summoned by this chanting, but a purple flame that lingered on the previous pigeon spirit.

"When the third angel sounded his trumpet, a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from heaven, and fell on the third of the river and on the fountain. The name of the star was Wormwood, and the water A third became bitter, and a third died because the water became bitter."

'Wednesday should be the sun angel Raphael... By the way, it seems to be "Apocalypse"? '

As a result, as expected by Meng, the sword of flame, which symbolizes the pigeon spirit of the sun, appeared in the hands of the pigeon spirit of dense fear.

"When the fourth..."

"Chong-"

Just when Alessandro was taking the trouble to add buffs to his pigeons, Meng Lang, who was too lazy to listen to him continue reading the family planning report, slashed at him with a huge black ice sword. The dense frightened pigeon stopped it with a sword.

Feeling the strength of the backlash uploaded by hand, Meng smiled disdainfully: "Is this the pigeon spirit taught by your angels? How dare you come to my flower planting house to make trouble with only 5 Xiao's strength?"

As he said that, he pointed the Heavenly Demon Bodyguard between his eyebrows, backhanded away the opponent's flame sword with his greatly increased strength, and then he took advantage of the situation with a spiral cut to cut under the ribs of the pigeon, and immediately saw countless star points shining with faint light It escaped from the inside, but not long after, more star points were attached to the sword wound, healing the wound of the pigeon spirit.

Meng Lang could see clearly in his domineering eyes. Although those "star dots" were small, when they were zoomed in, they were clearly faces with weird smiles on them!