Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

"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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ps: second update

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Chapter 441 Reporting the Victory for the Martyrs

[Phantom A: Squad Leader Ding, Squad Leader Ma!Where are we?

Phantom B: Don't know?I just remember that the motherland sent people to pick us up, and the national anthem was played many times, I'm sure I remember correctly!Squad Leader Ding, you have seen a lot, can you tell where this is?

Xu Ying C: I have seen many farts!It's just that I ate brown rice buns a few years more than you. This window doesn't look like our flower planter. Could it be... We failed to aid North Korea?The Northeast has become the concession of the ugly emperor?

Phantom A: Huh? !That's not okay!I went to fight the foreign devils!The soldiers of our flower growers can't let the enemy live in peace even if they are ghosts!

Xu Ying B: Xiao Lin, don't worry, have you seen those two people over there?One of them is yellow-skinned. Judging by his upright face, he must be a flower grower. Let's go and ask him what's going on?

Xuying C: Squad Leader Ma, I have already discovered what you said before, but we seem to have the power of ghosts and snakes here. I have tried many times but have not been able to get out of this circle...]

Although the voices of the three heroic spirits were very low, if Meng Lang hadn't possessed a high level of knowledge and arrogance, he might not have felt their presence, but Meng Lang immediately realized the seriousness of the situation after "listening" to what they said.

In the next second, Meng Lang shot Alessandro sharply with murderous eyes, and his tone was as cold as eternal ice: "Have you insulted the heroic soul of my flower planter?"

Alessandro only felt a chill on his neck, and the icy long sword that was supposed to be in his throat had already touched his skin at this moment, and his hairs stood on end in fright, as he faintly felt the boundless pressure of reality coming from all directions. The surge made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

He is very clear that his next explanation is very important, and even if he says a wrong word, he may end up decapitated... In fact, Alessandro, who was gifted since childhood, can clearly feel that others Regarding the degree of kindness and malice towards himself, the reason why he dared to fight against Meng Ban, who is recognized as the strongest in the alien world, is largely because he did not feel much malice from Meng.

But now it's completely different. At this time, what he felt from Meng Lang's body was not even considered malicious anymore. It was a viscous, bloody, cruel murderous intent that could not be washed away by pouring three rivers and five lakes. !

Alessandro couldn't believe it. They were just three holy souls who could only be transformed into ordinary angels. Meng Lang, a lunatic, was actually planning to kill the illegitimate son of the pope for them?

Isn't he afraid of starting a war? !

However, even though he didn't quite understand what the other party was insisting on, Alessandro still understood the simple truth that a good man would not suffer in front of him. Suppressing the fear, he replied in as calm a voice as possible: "Mr. Meng, please don't get excited and listen to my explanation!"

"I started drawing these 120 psychic matrices last night. I finished the last stroke shortly before you just entered the door. I didn't have time to activate it with holy light. I can swear to God on this point!"

"...According to my estimation, it should be the holy light cast by the Archangel Gabriel I summoned just now when he was fighting with you. Three of them were summoned by accident."

"Mr. Meng, don't worry, without the continuous guidance of the holy light, the psychic matrix has stopped working, and there will never be a new holy soul to be summoned again.

As for these three holy souls... If you don't mind, I can be responsible for sending them back to the cemetery to rest in peace. "

"No need."

Meng Lang withdrew his long sword expressionlessly: "Bishop Alex, I believe your explanation, but please don't make things difficult for me. The flower growers don't welcome people from the Angel Church to do anything here."

"Understood! I'll take Marcus and Ryan to buy a plane ticket to Sweden and transfer back to the Holy See. It just so happens that herd immunity is being carried out there and you can board the plane without waiting for a medical report. I guarantee that there will be no delay! Is it okay?"

"Bishop Alexis is a sensible person." Meng Lang curled up a playful smile, "Reminder~ there will be other people staring at you along the road, you'd better persuade your two companions not to make any small moves, otherwise there will be consequences conceited."

"I see!" Alessandro drooped his head and sighed softly, "Then Mr. Meng, we will meet later... No, it's better not to see each other again, neverseeeacha!"

"I'd like to borrow your good words." Meng Lang waved his hand casually, signaling the other party to get out of here.

After walking a few steps, Alessandro suddenly turned around.

"Um...Mr. Meng."

"Are you annoying! What else is there?"

"I can't get out of this thing you planted outside."

"...wait."

Meng Lang took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Liu Wukui: "Du-doo-hey, Wukui? Tell my avatar that the sealing barrier can be removed, and let Alessandro take the others away... Well, the task is over, please wait for a while for ice cream, I will take you there after I finish the work at hand."

Hanging up the phone, Meng Lang turned on the phone's camera, took random photos and sent the map of the magic array to the logistics department for them to study. Then he waved a ring of sword energy to destroy the map on the ground.

As soon as the array was destroyed, the three heroes immediately felt that the power that bound them in place had disappeared, and they looked at meng lang one after another.

"Brother, are you a flower grower? What year is it now? Have we won the War to Aid North Korea?" A "veteran" who looked about 20 years old with a little immature face couldn't wait to ask Meng asked the man.

Although the other two did not speak, they clearly wanted to ask the same question from their eyes.

Meng Lang took a deep breath, slowly took out a red-skinned military officer's card from his pocket and spread it out. He unconsciously raised his chest, raised his head, and stood at attention...

"It is now the year of No.70 of the People's Republic of Flowers, Meng Lang, Major of the Red Army of the People's Republic of Flowers, reports the results of the battle for the martyrs!"

"In the battle to aid North Korea, our army sacrificed the names of the heroes and the wounded. We killed the ugly enemy soldiers on the spot and united with the enemy soldiers. We wounded nearly 120 million enemy troops, captured more than 10, and another 48 enemy troops or Dead or flee can't be counted!

In this battle, our army is brave and fearless, and has perfectly achieved the strategic goal of defending against the enemy outside the country... It is precisely because of the brilliant results of the martyrs who fought so hard that no one in the world dares to bully us again! "

As he spoke, Meng Lang bowed slowly, and a tear wet the ground.

"Seniors, we... have won!"

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ps: first update

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Chapter 442 Meng Lang I'm Sorry

"Hey hey... you won? It's good if you win!"

When the three heroic spirits heard Meng Lang's report, their dark faces were full of smiles, and they all grinned stupidly.