Rural Shennong

Everyone else was frightened by Fabilo's ferocious face, and Diqueline was naturally frightened enough.

When she came back to her senses, her face was still a little pale: "Mr. Chen, thank you for helping me out."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "It's a small effort, but nothing to worry about."

"Diqueline, you have to be careful of the Holy Court's revenge. I will leave you a phone number. If you need my help, you can contact me at any time."

People who have many friends and many paths, making the holy court uncomfortable, are naturally drawn into his friend list by Chen Ping.

Fabilo III led five red-clothed archbishops and hundreds of holy court knights. He came majestically, but when he left, he was like a bereaved dog, embarrassed.

The Holy Court lost not only face, but also the prestige accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

Their ugly faces were completely exposed to the world.

As soon as he got on the helicopter, Fabilo suddenly raised the Pope's scepter in his hand, his eyes full of horror.

This scepter, which has been passed down for hundreds of years and condenses the power of countless beliefs, unexpectedly has several cracks.

"Pfft!" Fabilo III spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Chen Ping's mocking smile through the cabin glass.

The resentment in his eyes was about to turn into substance: "Chen Ping, don't be complacent, sooner or later, I will put your soul in the holy fire and burn it for thousands of years, so that you will endure the pain of the fire forever!"

Several helicopters soared into the sky.

The wind from the propeller woke up Zhang Qing who had fainted.

She stood up with her head covered, and found that the people around her were pointing at her with mocking expressions on their faces.

If it is said that the number one clown in today's farce is Fabilo III, I guarantee that no one will object, but if it is said that the number two is definitely Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing hadn't figured out the situation when she saw his father Zhang Yu running over in a hurry.

"Dad, why do you..."

"Snapped!"

Before Zhang Qing finished speaking, Zhang Yu slapped her across the face.

Zhang Yu's face was blood red: "Don't you think it's not shameful enough?"

"Follow me immediately!"

Zhang Qing was stunned by the beating. She didn't know why her own father beat her in public.

Zhang Yu dragged her out of the crowd, Zhang Qing shook off his hand: "Why did you hit me?"

"Is it because of Chen Ping? He is a liar!"

Zhang Yu said coldly: "Look at the news on the Internet and your live broadcast, I believe you will find the answer soon!"

Zhang Qing turned on the phone, and after seeing the truth, her legs softened and she collapsed on the ground. The tears in her eyes burst instantly.

Only now did she know what she had done.

"Hehe, hehehe!" Zhang Qing laughed with tears on her face, "I should be the most ignorant and shameless person in the world, right?"

She got up, her eyes were empty, and she walked slowly towards the sea.

Zhang Yu turned pale with shock: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Qing wanted to commit suicide, but of course Zhang Yu would not watch her die, and dragged her back to the manor.

The press conference came to an end because of Zhang Qing's departure.

Among the three warriors at the scene, Wagbu and Zaker chose to join the Dark Council.

Fabilo III pointed at their noses and said that they were heretics. If they didn't join the Dark Council, where else could they seek asylum?

Diqueline Pope did not choose to join the Dark Council, but she did not intend to join the Holy Court either. She was not a believer in the first place.

She thought that she had a bright physique, and she was also the little princess of the Nordic Media Group, and the Holy Court would not do anything to her.

Diqueline was so naive.

She had only awakened after drinking Chen Ping's wine, and she had already been involved in a huge vortex of conspiracy, and it was impossible to stay out of it.

Fabilo III, who had just arrived at the Holy Mountain of Light, immediately called a meeting of all the senior officials of the Holy Court.

Jeff Hamill went to retreat again and didn't show up.

Fabilo III said with a gloomy face: "Chen Ping's red wine must not be sold in Europe, otherwise our Shenting will face a catastrophe!"

"And we must restore the reputation of the Holy Court and the faith of believers as soon as possible."

"Everyone can speak freely if they have any way."

The meeting lasted for half an hour, but no one made any good suggestions.

Just when everyone was racking their brains and couldn't think of a good solution, Fabilo III suddenly stood up and said, "A bunch of trash!"

"Since you can't figure it out, I have a good idea."

"Those two awakened heretics were awakened after drinking Chen Ping's wine."

"If something goes wrong with them, the outside world will definitely question Chen Ping's wine."

"Those two people have joined the Dark Council. Now that the Holy Court has reached a critical moment, we must activate the Darkness!"

"We can let Anzi drug those two people secretly, let them die suddenly in front of the public, and then cooperate with the public opinion media to make Chen Ping notorious."

"In this way, no one would dare to buy their wine?"

Caroline stood up and asked, "Godfather, it's a good idea for you to activate the dark side, create an accident, and blame Chen Ping."

"But what if three people are awakened, and there is one Diqueline?"

Fabilo III said indifferently: "Do you know why I invited Diqueline to join the Holy Court?"

"Although I didn't think about what to do at the time, I also realized that none of the three people could stay."

"That's why I want to invite her over. As long as it's under our noses, we can do whatever we want with that little girl."

"It's a pity that little girl dared not give me face."

Thinking of the embarrassing scene at the press conference, Fabilo III had the urge to vomit blood.

Carolin rolled his eyes: "Godfather, I have a way."

"We can find a way to put pressure on the Pope consortium, put them in a crisis situation, and then force that Dickey to cooperate with us."

"As long as these three people are dead, no one will dare to buy Chen Ping's red wine."

"We must implement the plan as soon as possible. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us."

Fabilo III nodded and said:

"Carolin, you proposed this plan, and you will take the lead in implementing it."

"Don't let me down, kid!"

Caroline stood up and said, "Yes, Godfather!"

After discussing some details, everyone decided to take action immediately.

The Windmill Country is the only country in Europe where underground transactions are legal, and it is also a developed country where gangsters are rampant and law and order are the worst.

The headquarters of the Dark Parliament is located in an ancient building complex on the outskirts of the seaport city of Asuterdan in the west of Windmill Country.

Seeing the collapse of the Holy Court on TV, the people in the Dark Council were very happy.

The leader of the dark council, the old wolf king Bar Mott, laughed and said, "These bastards of the holy court are simply too ridiculous."

"If I were Fabilo, I might as well kill myself on the spot. The Holy Court has completely embarrassed him, and he still has the face to escape."

"When the two children are brought back, I will receive them personally, and they will be credited."