[Hunter] Spider Vs Zombies

Holding the meal: "The suit has been sent to the shop in the town for washing, is there anything else you can do?"

Yi Ermi shook his head and took the food in his hand, was stunned, and smiled bitterly in his heart, did he really not come for vacation but to suffer?

"My three meals are all delivered by the residents. If you are not used to it..." Matisse glanced at Yi Ermi, held a washbasin, and handed the towel to Yi Ermi.

Before he finished speaking, Ilmi stuffed the dry bread into his mouth. It was much harder to eat at the worst time. He returned the pickled side dishes to Matisse, and took the washbasin and towel to wash.

"Today is Sunday. Someone will come to worship. I can't take care of you. You can go find a place to live."

"Find me a pair of pants, I want to stay here." Ilmi turned her head, her dull black eyes staring at Matisse's unresponsive face, her sense of oppression escalated step by step, "Don't try to dismiss me, although I don't have any interest in you idiot right now." He stared at Matisse with wide-eyed and unblinking expressions, which did create a sense of oppression, but the latter didn't seem to notice it at all.

When Yiermi was dressed in a monk's sacrificial attire and stepped on woven straw sandals with open insteps, he seemed to be a monk.Matisse's voluminous robes are just right for Il fans. He was originally handsome, with black hair and black eyes, but now he is dressed in white, and looks more like a monk than the gray-haired Matisse.

There were quite a few people attending church on Sunday. After mass, Matisse could be heard speaking the language of the country on it. He was expressionless, but his words were slow and firm. His special baritone recited the sacred words calmly, For a moment, Yi Ermi felt that the person above might be as pure as an angel.

Sacred and inviolable ascetics.

He has his own principles in doing things, but he is neither humble nor overbearing to satisfy all the help of people.

Yi Ermi looked at Matisse from the side, shook his head, and said that he would leave immediately after his vacation. This person has nothing to do with him.He turned his head and disappeared into the backyard, but there was nothing in the backyard, except for the scriptures in the bookcase, Matisse's life was simple enough.

Yi Ermi didn't go to the main hall, he came to the confession room, from here he could see everything in the main hall including the holy water pool on the high platform of the church.

"Are you a new priest? I saw you standing on one side of the audience just now." The gentle and beautiful female voice came from the other side of the board. No one could be seen at all, but it could be felt that it was a young girl, even It is also possible that it is an underage girl.Did such a girl come to the confessional to confess her sins?

At the time of the conversation, Matisse was still reciting scriptures.So the girl mistook Ilmi who walked into the confession room for the new priest.Ilmi didn't intend to poke it out, he wanted to hear what sins the girl had to confess, and through his clear memory of the voice, he could make sure to find the girl out of the town again.

"Do you have anything to say?" Il fans tried to speak slowly in their own language.

Girl: "I hope to ask the gods to forgive me."

Ilmi: "God forgives all sins. What happened?"

Girl: "My mother told me a month before her death that I was the child of her illegal relationship and that I had no father, so my birth itself was a sin. However, I don't have any information about my father, and I don't even raise any points on weekdays. Anything about the father will be reprimanded."

Yi Ermi: "It's not your fault." Right, that's what the priest should say, Yi Ermi thought for a while.

Girl: "It's not just that my mother got pregnant out of wedlock. The reason why I shouldn't exist is because... I peeked at my mother's diary. She got me because of being a woman." The girl seemed to choke, "It is written in the diary that my father is watching me grow up in the town now."

Yi Ermi blinked: "You hate him?"

The girl took a few deep breaths and cried: "I hate it, why don't I hate it? My mother is a lady, but because of this, she wandered away from home. She worked hard to raise me up, so I want to avenge my mother. I found my mother According to the information left behind, I learned about her original family, and then I found my grandfather and told him to ask him to investigate in the town."

"Grandpa said that he would kill the escaping animal father... Dear, but the truth that was found..." The little girl choked up when she said this, "But I can't believe that he is my most beloved person. I really can't I believe, he has always helped me and my mother, he is the person I love the most, but he turned out to be my father...but he is still so young, so there must be something wrong! But grandpa said he would definitely let him die, I am very sad now Scared, I feel like I did something wrong, but when I think about how he treated my mother..."

Il fans are a bit bigheaded, do all these bad things add up to the life of ordinary people?

The girl continued: "I was relieved to see him again today... I am really afraid that he will pass away too, and then I will have nothing in my life. I think... I think he and my mother must be together. There is a reason, it's not that simple, I believe he is not that kind of person." As he spoke, his voice began to sob again.

"I have never dared to speak," the girl sobbed, "I dare not, I don't even want him to know that I already know this, I even thought that it would be fine to just be taken care of by him... But Grandpa said he would definitely kill him." Kill him, so I am worried about him... Now, I can only tell you."

Yi Er was confused: "Why didn't you tell Matisse..." He paused at this point, as if he understood.

The girl cried even more fiercely, she was out of breath and might faint at any moment.

"My God...you mean to say that your father is Matisse, right?" Ilmi said without restraint at all to comfort others.

"Please don't speak out! It will ruin him! He is a highly respected priest in the local area, and he lives a simple life. He cannot bear such rumors! That was already 13 years ago!" The girl was anxious.

What did you say last night that such a thing is not allowed to happen here, he is better than himself, at the age of 14... ahem, Yi Ermi has settled down, how to get rid of this little girl now.

"Who is your grandfather?"

"My grandfather is Mr. Max Lantoni, the previous generation of Cardinal of Hagia Sophia."

Ermi: "..."

Fortunately, last night was just for fun and didn't brag about it. Is Yi Ermi going to kill him?Are you kidding me, let's die without a whole body!And he actually threw that killer out last night, fortunately he didn't show his true colors.Just out for a vacation, just a vacation!That's all?He'd better run, the next killer is not something he can deal with.

"Father, please bless my father. I hope he is safe. He is a good man. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment, but that is all in the past. Forgive me, if it weren't for my spur of the moment, maybe it wouldn't bring him any danger. , I am a person blinded by hatred, and I do not deserve God's love and mercy."

"Ah...Okay. You don't have to worry about it, it's God's will, it's not your fault." Yi Ermi murmured, and hurriedly left the confession room.

This is the fault of that kid Matisse!Why didn't he know he was in big trouble then?With a cold face every day, it can't be seen that he is very good at it.Yi Er lost his way and fled back to the cabin behind, sat on the bed, thought for a while and then rolled over.

Matisse walked in, looked at Il and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Ah? I want to eat cake." Yi Erfan, who was completely thinking about other things, realized it and said subconsciously.

Matisse froze for a moment, then murmured as if lost in thought, "Yeah, children always like to eat cakes."

"What?" Yi Er's eyes widened, what is this man talking about?Is he saying he is a child?Il fan raised her delicate eyebrows.

Matisse stopped talking, lowered his head to clean up the table, and as soon as his hand touched a book, Yi Ermi grabbed it in his hand, and then the whole person was pulled by Yi Ermi and staggered a few steps and fell on the bed, his arms rattling. Scattered to the ground.

"I've been working for a year," Yi Er Mi deceived her body, her delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, and there was a kind of unbelievable and invisible pain in her eyes, "every month, the family arranges a woman to tell me that this is necessary. Every time I can't see the face, it's over. If I don't accept it, they will drag me to do a psychological test to see if I am normal. Since you guessed that I was a killer last night, you should know someone People who have been killed for a year don't have any holidays and basically don't communicate with others. Why don't they communicate? Because if they talk too much with others, they are considered to have made a friend and dragged home to be whipped."

Elmi's grip on Matisse's wrist became tighter and tighter, so that Matisse could vaguely hear the creaking of bones.But he doesn't care about that right now.

"Because of my birthday, I got a week's vacation. Under the heavy rain, I came from a thousand miles away to hear you say 'you're a child'? I don't know who is the child? I'm not as good as someone who became a father at 14, isn't it?"

Matisse's complexion suddenly changed. Originally, his skin was pale and sick, but now his complexion was almost ashen, and he was stunned for a few seconds. He silently swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled along with the swallowing. for a moment.Immediately after, the Adam's apple was embraced by moist warmth.

Yilmi turned his head sideways and opened his mouth to swallow his Adam's apple. Mathis was startled and thought he would bite down, but the other's movements suddenly became gentle, and the wet mouth was filled with scorching warmth.Yiermi licked there lightly, biting lightly with her teeth but it didn't hurt.

Matisse's whole body became stiff and motionless.Ill fan stopped, and now he has full advantage and pressed Matisse on the bed, but he didn't make any more aggressive movements.

"Talk to me for a while." Yi Ermi stopped his movements, his black eyes didn't fluctuate at all, giving people the illusion that he was actually seriously healing just now...?Matisse's face was stained with a trace of piss, which was a bit violent for him who had been abstinent for many years.

He moved his lips and sighed: "Then take a good rest these few days." He pressed the word mental illness under his tongue.

Yi Ermi looked at the man in front of him without blinking, and his mind began to wander.Too tired, he is a madman after all.In fact, this world is nothing in my heart, just like Hisoka often said to him, Yi Ermi's own essence is not much different from Hisoka's, and killing people can't relieve the depression in his heart at all.

Always restrain yourself.If you have negative emotions, you have to suppress them, but they will explode in the end, right?He is treating himself like a powder keg, filling his stomach with explosives all the time, sometimes paralyzing himself with blood, but what's the point?In the end, they all die in their own hands.He was about to go crazy, but he suddenly felt tired, and he was about to collapse from exhaustion when he turned around.

Even his current thoughts are chaotic, he always wants someone to save him, or talk to him, or go a little further with him, as long as he is no longer alone.What the hell is he thinking?Why did he tell him?Did he regard the thin man in front of him as someone who could save him?What rescue?There was no salvation for him, it was decided from his birth.

"Don't regard killing as the whole of your life." Mathis said hesitantly, looking directly into Ilmi's eyes, he felt more and more uneasy.

What was this priest saying to him?Yier fans thought it was funny, this kind of person is really hateful, what qualifications does he have to say this?How could I impulsively tell him so many things about myself just now?Yes, this is wrong, he needs to restrain his emotions...

Restraining himself again, why did he restrain himself?

"We are all equal in God's eyes."

That man actually touched his cheek, he doesn't need an ordinary person to say something to him, is it pity?

Yiermi's eyes began to be empty and unfocused.His expressionless face now is like a dead man, which is far from his usual.In fact, there are several types of expressionless faces. Matisse noticed the faint pressure, and broke out in a cold sweat nervously.

"You're just like everyone else, it's just your job, it's what everybody does to make a living."

It doesn't matter because nothing matters.Existence does not matter, he has never owned anything, of course he is not afraid of losing.

"Don't cry..."

What will this man say?Yilmi's head started to hurt, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he was going crazy because of thinking too much, the murderous aura around him was soaring, he didn't seem to know what he was doing at all.

"do not do that……"

"Stop..."

In a trance, Yi Ermi's mind was completely blank, and only heard his own inaudible sigh.

Why so sad?

Please give me some warmth, no matter who you are.

Give me a little comfort before I die, so that I don't suffer so much.

【Ilmi Extra Story】Cohabitation

Matisse has deep sea blue eyes, and his high nose bridge makes his profile almost perfect. He has brown-gray curly hair, combed neatly, revealing a smooth forehead.His sickly pale skin is easy to leave marks, he likes to be clean, and his nails are neatly manicured...

But these are not reasons.Yi Er sat on the head of the bed in a daze, he couldn't find any reason to explain what he did to Matisse.

The atrocities he did to an ascetic preacher that forced him?

Yier fan still couldn't accept all this, he just remembered that he seemed to have a little breakdown last night.But in the past, he had lost control in the Lord's house, and he just curled up on his own bed.His loss of control does not mean that he is only too weak, but that he is very destructive while being weak.

So what should he do now?A sense of responsibility suddenly rose in the heart of Yier fans.This is the first person to have a relationship outside without telling the truth from his family. He feels that he can't act as if nothing happened, but this age has not entrusted him with any responsibility.

He tucked the quilt over Mattis who was still asleep, and glanced out the window. It was already ten o'clock, and he hadn't fully woken up since the afternoon until just now.But luckily the killer didn't come during this period, Yi Ermi pretended not to know, he dressed slowly and went to the yard and closed the door.Just as the door clicked shut, he jumped up onto the roof like a cat.

The person crawling on the roof was startled, he was a person with the ability to read, and he didn't seem to expect that Yiermi could find him in an instant.

Yi Ermi stood expressionlessly like a god of death and announced: "It seems that I don't want to let the family know, so I have to deal with you." As soon as the voice was murderous, it turned into a black shadow and slashed towards the killer. The killer took a few steps back and turned over. When he arrived at another house, knowing that he was defeated by Yiermi, he obviously had plans to escape.But Il fans will not give him this chance.

Ilmi took the body to the stinky ditch outside the township and threw it away, then jumped over the roof like a night cat to Matisse's small courtyard, and met Matisse who had just come out of the shower.He was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting that Matisse had woken up, but he hadn't figured out how to deal with it, so he hesitated for a long time and said, "I will take responsibility for you."

"No need." Matisse buttoned up his high collar, and only then did Elmi realize that Matisse had changed into a missionary robe, which was a rare black color in the Holy Court.It is different from the white missionary robe, but a tights, with a hem that reaches to the ankle, and a high collar that hides part of the hickey on Matisse's neck.

But this set of clothes is very formal. Ilmi heard that each person in the holy court only has one set, which is to be worn before death, implying returning to the embrace of the Lord.He stared at the golden cross hanging around Matisse's neck, a little nervous: "I said I will be responsible."

Matisse didn't speak, he glanced at Yi Ermi and walked back into the house.He walks a bit awkwardly, but he tried very hard to cover it up. Yi Ermi strode him up and pushed him open the door and put him on the bed. He dragged the chair and apologized solemnly: "I have had it before, but this Someone around me couldn't help hurting you this time, and I'm sorry."

Matisse's sea-blue eyes were a little out of focus. He sighed and said earnestly: "I think you have a mental illness. If you don't treat it, some things you don't want may happen in the future. Killing is a job. , even though you are tired, it will always end. It’s like when you come on vacation now, it’s like you’re off duty.”

Yi Ermi didn't expect him to mention this matter, he didn't care about it at all, he just sneered and was very disdainful.

Mattis did not give up: "What are you afraid of? Tell me."

afraid of what?He has nothing scary.Don't tell him that, he doesn't want to hear it.

"I want to help you very much." Matisse's eyes are very sincere, just like he can do his best to anyone who needs help.But Il fans don't care about his attitude, what he wants is Matisse's other appearance.For example, you can't help but tremble when you are angry with yourself, or your expression is more colorful.

He can't help but want more expression from Matisse.

But Matisse obviously treats him the same as he treats everyone else. His demeanor is too plain, so plain that it almost obliterates the existence of Il fans.It can also be said that Yier Fan is just someone who needs help for him.

"Shouldn't you think about saving yourself first when you said you want to help me?" Il's fans stared at Matisse with big eyes, "What I want now is not you to teach me, but...to listen to your words story."

Matisse's face turned pale. He didn't expect that Ilmi would ask this question directly. Apart from being rude to personal privacy, Ilmi was tearing other people's wounds to please himself, but he obviously never considered his own. The effect of actions on other people is probably the selfish nature of this type of person.Matisse has always been an easy-going person, he looked at Ilmi with sea-blue eyes, and took a deep breath.

"If you want to listen to me, you can only talk, but after that, you have to promise me one thing." Seeing that Ilmi nodded nonchalantly, he continued, "Before I entered the holy court, my brother committed a crime. I made a big mistake, you must have known it, I want to protect my brother."

Yi Ermi bit his lower lip to express his shock and displeasure, and he frowned: "Why? To bear the consequences of other people's mistakes? Is there any benefit for you? Since you didn't do it, why do you want to do this?" Yi Ermi My fans absolutely do not admit that there is an element of jealousy in their attitude. For some people, Matisse is obviously gentle and casual.

"So you will agree to anyone's request?" Ilmi put his hand on Matisse's cheek, caressing it intentionally or unintentionally.

"Without violating my own will and principles." Matisse nodded, avoiding the hands of Il fans.

The idiot!Yi Ermi snorted coldly: "So you also accept the sex of that old man Marx? So you put on this suit and wait for the killer to kill you, and even stop me if I make a move...Okay, okay, you Today really made me see the 'greatness' of the Holy Court people." Ilmi stood up and walked around the room twice, but he still couldn't calm down his nameless anger.

This once-in-a-lifetime fool!

Well, he was very upset, and he waited for Mattis to die before killing his brother who committed the crime.

"You just promised me one thing." Matisse seemed to understand the thoughts of Il fans, "I want you to protect him."

As soon as Yi Er couldn't get out of his breath, he stopped, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and vowed: "You have figured everything out? But the one thing you can't explain is why you are an ascetic. If you say that because Because of your brother, I don’t know why you still don’t have anyone you love, and the Holy Court never restricts priests from legally marrying.”

Mattis didn't look up to speak, he felt guilty.

Il fans were even more gloating: "So let me say that this kind of 'love' of yours is an improper behavior. Apart from homosexuality, you may fall in love with a married woman or with a married woman. You are a girl of a different generation."

Matisse's face was very ugly, he lowered his head, feeling Ilmi tearing his wound happily.

Elmi approached Matisse again: "It's your brother's daughter..." He put his lips close to Matisse's ear and blew warm air, "It's the one who was raped by your brother..."

"Shut up!" Matisse, who wanted to be quiet, suddenly interrupted Yi Ermi's words, and said angrily: "How can you say that, it hurts her too much for her."

"Huh?" Yi Ermi pretended to be surprised, "I got it right. She is a married woman, so I can't say that. In the days when she gave birth to a child and took care of her child alone, she didn't have your brother. But you are by my side, don't tell me..."

Matisse punched angrily, but was easily clenched by Il fans.

"You are not allowed to insult her like this." Matisse's sea-blue eyes were filled with anger and pleading.

Yi Ermi blinked, and a shallow smirk appeared on his face: "Finally a little popular, I thought you wouldn't be angry." He folded Matisse's two hands on top of his head, and leaned forward Go bite his ear and lick it carefully.

"I've made up my mind to love you from now on." When he said this, Yi Ermi didn't notice the imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.And in the depths of his heart, he was full of rebellious satisfaction with the family. This was the first time he no longer used the women provided by the family but——to keep a "mistress".

Mattis lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Ill fans try harder: "I'll help you get rid of all the killers...how about you move away? I'll give you money, and I'll give you as much as you want. If it exceeds a billion, I'll make more money. "He kissed Matisse's pale lips fiercely, feeling sorry for Matisse's secular life, would he follow the example of ancient translation and beat himself with a whip to achieve the purpose of further study?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think...he thought too much. (27: XD)

"What if they invite the Beaten Family?" Mattis didn't have any expression on his face. He didn't seem to care about this question at all, or he didn't believe that Il fans could have such a great ability.

The IL fan hugged Matisse, who didn't resist: "I'll take care of it."

Matisse smiled, like an elder doting on a child: "I have always wanted to help you cure your mental illness, but maybe there is no chance. Thank you for your kindness and kindness to me." He looked out the window , it seems that the time of death has come.

Yiermi let go of Matisse and kissed him on the bridge of the nose: "Sweetheart, wait for me."

When Ilmi came back again, he had two wounds on his body. He just sprinkled some medicine from the box and didn't make a sound, but Mathis could smell the strong smell of blood on his body, and he didn't know whose it was.

"I know I can't change your career, but don't hurt others for me anymore." Matisse stood in the middle of the empty church hall, holding a scripture in his arms, holding the cross hanging on his chest, bowing his head Meditate on the scriptures.

Ilmi sneaked into the dry cleaners and took the silver suit. After putting it on, she stood in front of Matisse with her suitcase, and said unquestionably, "You said you were going to cure me. Your brother's daughter will now let you retire." The cardinal is taking good care of him, and I promise not to ask your brother about it, so you can leave with me now."

"Do you think you can escape the pursuit of the holy court? I don't want you to be involved in this matter."

"You are talking to outsiders again. What is the Holy Court in such a big world?" Il was confused, "You said you want to help me overcome my mental illness..." He kept repeating this naive reason like a child.

Matisse shook his head, and Yi Er felt a little sad: "Come with me, I won't force you, you can start a new life. I will go to you every time I go on vacation."

Matisse remained motionless, and Irmi bit her lower lip and continued to persuade: "You shouldn't have to bear these mistakes... Then how about you spend the rest of the vacation with me?" He can already think of a way, except to call that In addition to killing Marx’s cardinal, he still has to work hard on that little girl, depending on how important she is to Marx’s heart, and doesn’t the little girl also like Matisse?Thinking of this, Ill fans are a little complacent about Matisse's charm.

The last reason made Matisse shaken, he took a deep look at Ilmi, and showed a faint smile, doting.

He thought it would be nice if he could help Il fans in the last days.Because he didn't want this young man with bright eyes and bright teeth to end up in a puddle of blood, or be tortured to death.He can always hope that everyone can peacefully look into the distance under the tree before they die.Although he once said something like "I'm going to take you to the police station" to Il fans, he himself came out of the Holy Court and already knew the darkness.

【Ilmi Special】Death

Matisse followed Il to live in Westmead, except that he didn't like the presidential suite a little bit, the rest of his life was not much different from the church.

In the morning, amid the sound of Matisse chanting scriptures, Yi Ermi opened his eyes, and he seemed to like his current life a little bit.He likes the stories of ordinary people that Matisse told him. Although he sometimes asks some "it would be better to kill it", Matisse doesn't care about these silly words in his opinion.

They would sit together and eat quietly, and Matisse was good at table manners, which made Ilmi very happy. When he was happy, he would step forward to touch Matisse's cheek, and then his eyes showed a little joy.

At night, Yiermi would take him for a walk around the streets and alleys. The bustling city may be aimless, but during the time holding hands, Yiermi always felt that he had fallen into a peaceful state. central.He liked to see Matisse in his white shirt, which was as sacrosanct as his friar's attire.

Matisse is using his cleanliness and purity to warm the heart of Il fans little by little, and to heal his manic outburst from time to time due to killing too many people.Yiermi felt that his irritability and desire to kill were subsiding little by little, and sometimes he felt a clear spring flow into his heart.

Of course, it is impossible for Il fans to be content with the status quo. After he kissed Matisse before going to bed, he would sneak out after he was asleep.He has never done his best for anyone, except the naughty Qi Ya and his second brother at home.He shuttled non-stop through the night, finding the relevant person to confirm the information.

This matter has nothing to do with desire, Yiermi knows that what he cares about is not Matisse's body, but his person, his peaceful soul.Yierfan didn't think too much in return, he just wanted that person to live, even if he only came to see him once or twice a year, but as long as Matisse was alive, Yierfan felt at ease, and he liked him.

"I'm leaving," Yi Ermi kissed Mathis's earlobe, his voice was a little hoarse, "Can you tonight..." The palm stretched in from the pajamas and kept stroking Mathis's spine, He licked Matisse's cheek, exhaled heavily, and licked his cheeks red.

The body under the palm shrank a little, and Matisse had been forcefully controlling his trembling. He felt that Ilmi's hand touched his chest, causing him to shudder.Matisse turned around, and for the first time actively greeted Ilmi's lips.

The surprise in Yiermi's heart was jumping, and he was suddenly moved. He moved carefully, lest he hurt Matisse.When the slender and fair body of the ascetic monk was completely displayed in front of her, Yi Ermi found for the first time that she couldn't control her zuo-ai impulse.

Yi Er was fascinated by the dim light throughout the night, whispering his heart, he thought he fell in love with him.For him, it was a hearty union with the one he loved, and he really couldn't control the emotion and joy in his heart. (Crowd: Xiami? Is that the end?! -27: What else can I do, I want to write too, but the facts don’t allow [pick nose])

He gave Matisse his pin, which had been stained with his own blood.He felt that joining Matisse has been carrying him, thinking about him.He is content.

When Ilmi returned to the main house, no one asked about his vacation, and it was a rule not to follow vacationers during vacation time.He has already taken care of everything, as long as things are controlled in his imagination and the little girl does not change, Matisse will not be hunted down again, so he puts his lover back with confidence.

"Where's father?" Ilmi politely asked about the vacancy on the table after finishing the meal.

"He said he didn't want to accept the rewarding task, but he went again. It's probably because other people couldn't handle it, so he asked the enemy to increase the price. If I said it, this task would have been completed long ago." Ji Qiu A little self-satisfied, she teased Qiyi with a fan.

Yi Ermi's hands trembled inadvertently, and his heart began to beat violently.Wu Tong, who was standing behind him, discovered this.

"Father... what mission did he take?" He seemed to feel the tremor in his voice.

Jiqiu looked at him strangely and said, "I forgot after I took a vacation? What about the little monk of the Holy Court, but his price is far from worth a billion..." Yiermi didn't finish listening to the following words, he almost Standing up abruptly, forgetting etiquette.Wutong took a look and realized something was wrong, so he stopped talking and Jiqiu hurriedly followed.

But Yiermi obviously didn't trust anyone, he turned around and squeezed Wutong's collar and threatened: "Immediately, prepare the airship for me immediately."

Yiermi knew that begging his father was useless, so he pressed the phone's call button to find the little girl named Milan, but unfortunately she didn't answer, but a servant answered.

"Hello, do you have anything to do with Miss Milan? She is not here at the moment, so I will convey it to you..."

Yier fan hung up the phone without saying anything, and dialed another number.

"Hisso. Do me a favor."

"Huh? Xiao Yi is looking for me for the first time in half a year..."

Ilmi interrupted him and said, "Are you close to Misves? My father is going to kill a monk, but I'm afraid I won't be able to make it there, so I want you to delay him."

Hisoka was silent for a few seconds and burst into loud laughter. He was obviously very curious: "Xiao Yi has also reached the age of falling in love. What a pity, why is she a monk?"

"You think too much. How about I don't charge you any more from now on?"

"Then I'll just go and see that little monk?"

Yi Ermi hung up the phone, his eyes wide open in a daze, unable to figure out the cause and effect, obviously he canceled the pursuit, did Milan have something wrong?Immediately, the Il fan thought about his uncontrollable problem.Milan has a deep love for Matisse. If Marx finds out about this, it means Matisse must die.

He has falsified the events of the year again, and found a scapegoat on the premise of not harming Mattis' brother Marlos.He didn't ask for anything, he just hoped that he could pass by that church when he was on vacation, and someone would open the door of the church and ask him to come in and sit down.So nervous all the way, the airship speeding to Mississippi.

It must be that Xiba has received news from his family. He probably understands the abnormality and strangeness of Ilmi. He is sitting in the church listening to Matisse reading scriptures on it. It is already evening, and the door of the church is closed. close.This is what Irmi saw when she came in. Hisoka and Shiba were sitting on both sides of the first row, and Matisse smiled at Irmi.

Yi Er's bewildered heart was relieved, and he stared at Matisse with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Shiba found that he didn't understand Yiermi anymore, and it had already started when Yiermi was an adult.

"Il fans, I'm waiting for your explanation. You came here to cancel the remaining tasks, which caused the task progress at home to be temporarily empty, and the emergency system was activated. Fortunately, the task was not delayed." Shiba was aggressive.

"There was something wrong in the first place," Yier fans felt that this was not convincing, and then changed the subject, "I will go to Marx to fix it myself..." Before he finished speaking, a huge pressure forced him to take a few steps back and stabilize his body shape.

"You're talking about the ex-cardinal Marx, not the philosopher Marx, Il fan. You really underestimate me."

"Father, I guarantee