My Wife Can't Be a Liar

At this time, Saber and Xiao Mo have already blocked her retreat from the left to the right.

"That's too much!"

Little Jack frowned and said, then stabbed Little Mo with a dagger, and was about to rush out of a passage.

But at this moment, a huge horned helmet appeared on Xiao Mo's head.

"It's naive to want to rush out from my side!"

Xiao Mo said in a muffled voice, and then swung the sword to prevent Little Jack from rushing out.

With bright red energy, the big sword directly forced Little Jack's dagger back.

Little Jack is an assassin, with a short dagger in his hand; while Little Mo is a standard saber, with a big sword in his hand, no matter how you look at it, Little Mo has an absolute advantage.

The two daggers stabbed each other a few times, but Little Jack didn't rush forward from Xiao Mo.And at this time, Saber's attack also came to her side.

Although Mordred betrayed Saber in the end, the father and son had gone through countless battles before, so the cooperation between the two of them this time was also extremely close, and just a few swords pushed Little Jack to a dead end.

Then, after a few more moves, Saber's sword landed on Little Jack's shoulder.

"Surrender!"

Saber said loudly, and then the blade of the holy sword moved a little closer to Little Jack's neck.

If you look closely, you can still see traces of blood dripping from Jack's neck.

Seeing this from a distance, Wu Luo showed a joyful expression on his face.

"It seems that this time we are going to win heartily again!"

"Not necessarily, who is our target, Mr. Wu Luo, do you still remember?"

Holmes retorted, shaking his head.

Then he turned the searchlights around.

Chapter 20 vs Hohenheim

Although Holmes has always focused on Wu Luo, he still will not forget how to find information about this singularity enemy.

At least, Hohenheim's actions at this moment are within his speculation.

Taking a puff of his pipe, Holmes pointed his finger at an alley in the shadowy fog.

"If that Hohenheim doesn't want to give up Jack the Ripper, he should be preparing to launch a counterattack against Miss Artoria and Miss Mordred at this moment."

"Counterattack? As far as I know, although that Hohenheim is considered a qualified magician, his own strength is not much stronger than that of me and Andersen? After all, can he come up with a conspiracy to counterattack the two? What about a saber? You know, they have anti-magic power, and ordinary magic attacks may not be effective. No, I seem to understand what he is going to do!"

Listening to Holmes' words, Shakespeare was a little puzzled at first, but soon realized the crux of the problem.

"That magic book, that magic book that we don't know but contains huge energy! Yah, yah, this is really dramatic!"

"Never mind the drama, what do we do next?"

Wu Luoke didn't have the time to pay attention to whether the plot was exciting or not, all he wanted was victory in the battle.

"Relax, isn't there someone among us who hasn't gone up to fight?"

Holmes said, and then pointed to little Abigail who had been standing beside her.

"Ready, Miss Abigail."

"Of course."

At this moment, a keyhole appeared on Abigail's forehead, and she stretched out her hand to release her tentacles.

"Come on, tell me where the enemy is? I will work hard for Father God."

Abby said indifferently.

Hearing Abby proclaiming himself to Wu Luo, Holmes couldn't help showing an awkward expression.

First of all, Abigail has blond hair. It is impossible for Wu Luo's black hair and Mei Li's silver hair to give birth to offspring of this color hair.Then, Abi, who looked somewhat similar to Wu Luo in appearance, could only prove that Meili was already green.

Coupled with Shabu who is investigating Wu Luo, Holmes can't help but feel a headache for the future of this family.

Of course, this is because he didn't know that Wu Luo had another son who was bitten to death by a dog, and a son who was expelled from the earth by three university professors, or else he would have given up on it.

But now he doesn't know, so he shoots one of the searchlights directly into the alley.

"If I'm not mistaken in my reasoning, the culprit who set it all up is there!"

After finishing speaking, under the light of the searchlight, a man with long hair and white robe stood in the alley holding a strange magic book in his hand.

The magic book looked like a nursery rhyme for children, full of all kinds of graffiti-like things.But the magic power contained in it cannot be ignored by anyone.

To be precise, that ridiculous graffiti is the source of energy on the magic book.

"What is that? I believe that Mr. Andersen, who is also a fairy tale writer, will have his own opinions!"

asked Holmes, smiling.

"I think you can also see that this magic book does not come from real heroes, but a general term for real picture books. This kind of theme is deeply loved in Britain, and it has inherited the dreams of many children. And a concept established, 'children's hero' turned into a follower. But then again, the things I wrote back then are incompatible with the things these disciples want!"

Andersen said with a crooked corner of his mouth.

"They're the ones I want to hit anyway, aren't they?"