The Black Scepter

Secondly, I have written a little bit tired these days, maybe I need to slow it down. I will change it tomorrow, I will change it the day after tomorrow, and I can’t keep up with the quality and speed. I also want to say sorry, this is not a cool article with ten lines, I write It’s slow, and I hope you will watch slowly. The text contains the words. I hope that I can make progress in the text as Murphy grows.

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There is no burst of flashing light, only pure physical strength. The old man who is unusually unusual usually appears behind Murphys almost instantaneously. When Murphys’s image appeared in his sight, the old man’s fist had been retracted. The assassin who wanted to attack him had already flew out of the air, and the blood splashing in the air had not yet landed!

"Boo!"

Suddenly, Murphy felt a sharp pain in the abdomen. After conditioning the next punch of the nun, he did not raise his hand to fight back-because the girl who attacked Murphy like crazy could not let him Raise your heart to attack!

The cold blood in the forest and the calm and forgetfulness in the face of injustice in the world, Murphy finally realized that his indifference was only because those things were not related to himself at all, but when facing the things rooted in his heart, he could not Make a trade-off easily!

He was still too young after all.

Seemingly cold and indifferent, as if Murphy had no feelings, he was still a young man whose mind was not yet mature. At this moment, he was finally hit by the enemy.

The brutal attack gradually put the little nun in the upper hand, but Aquinas behind Murphys did not help him. After turning around and punching again, he stepped on the ground, and an invisible force instantly let the The assassin who was kicked off by Murphy and has just climbed up was killed directly!

But then he looked back at the tired Morpheus, silent.

Seemingly the end of the road, Murphy was caught in a panic by the body of the ground, and fell back on the ground-the exposed flaw was caught by the little nun. When she punched Murphy's belly in a boxing, he turned his body into a bow. Kneel on the ground.

"Happy journey."

The nun's voice was hoarse and low, and a smile on the corner of her mouth was forced and trembling. It seemed that she was about to exhaust her strength. She lifted her palm and pointed like a knife, cutting straight into Murphy's throat!

"Snapped."

All actions came to an abrupt end with Aquinas' intervention at the last moment.

The old man who suddenly appeared next to the nun pinched the nun’s tiny arm in one hand, and the other hand burned with incandescent flames suddenly, waving suddenly, the palm stayed in front of the nun’s face, and the unseen power whistled Hitting the girl in front of me-the sound of something shattered suddenly, the expression of the nun suddenly turned into horror, the original beautiful face was twisted abnormally...

"Holy Flame! You are Akui--"

Before the words were finished, the white flame in the palm of the old man radiated a brighter light. He actually pulled a long shadow behind the little nun, and the shadow was twisted and struggling, and then faded. Eventually the tremor stopped at the moment the holy flame disappeared.

A figure in the corner of the church was forced out of the shadow, and then frightened and ran away in the distance!

Murphy, who resisted the severe pain, jumped suddenly, the wounds of his arms collapsed due to the violent swing of the arm during the sprint, and blood was spilled on the smooth floor of the church, leaving an unspeakable footprint.

The running Murphy jumped up in the air, just like a World of Warcraft fighting at his prey! The Neapolitan magic steel dagger has never been swung with such power by him. The one who was forced out of the corner by the shadows tried in vain to flee, but his fragile body was kicked in the air by Murphys. Hit hard!

"Boo!"

Ten steps, kill one.

The dagger pierced the heart, the body crushed the opponent with great inertia to the ground, the lateral stretching action brought a large area of ​​blood spilled, and the blade swept across, nearly tearing the opponent's upper body.

The sinful water bloomed on the white ground.

"call…"

A violent gasp echoed quietly in the large church. Murphy raised his head. There was a crucifix of the Lord on the wall in front of him. The statue looked down pitifully, as if overlooking a mortal.

"Come with me."

The old man Aquinas gently picked up the unconscious little nun. Without saying a word, she turned and walked to the back door. Guevara rushed in outside the gate with blood on her blade. Presumably, she encountered some delay and failed to be timely. Come here.

Seeing Murphy in the pool of blood, Guevara knelt on one knee, and had the time to speak, but heard the imperative request from the young master: "Handle it clean, the body remains, and bring me back."

Looking at the back of him staggering out of the back door, Guevara involuntarily stroked the purple iris badge at the hilt, and a few words he wanted to say turned into a sigh.

Convinced orally.

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It seemed that just because the church that had just violently fought had been blocked, the environment behind the church’s back door suddenly became quieter. Murphy’s arm was not injured, his short sword was sheathed, and his left hand pinched the left arm to stop bleeding , But the red liquid dripped all the way, heavy and glorious.

Aquinas walked silently forward, her gray hair slightly messy because of the battle just now, the nun in her arms was pale, and Murphy could only see her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling, frowning from time to time, His painful expression also tightened his heart.

This feeling is very strange.

A path paved with white stones is tens of meters long, with green grass on both sides. At the end of the road is a small stone house with a small area and a simple style. There is no sense of publicity in the cathedral.

Murphy trot a few steps, reached out to push the wooden door in front of Aquinas, the room was dimly lit, a simple wooden bed, a desk, and the remaining space was almost covered with exaggerated books and draft parchment Although the number is huge, it is not messy.

Although Aquinas was sloppy, she was not as powerless as a late old man. After demonstrating the horrific strength just now, his breath of frightened Murphy gradually converged in the process of walking to the stone house. After the little nun placed on the wooden bed, the old man gently thumped his waist and lit the candlestick in the house and said: "When you are old, you will be tired after a few activities."

Murphy stood staring blankly, exhaling deeply, but he didn't know how to say a lot of words, just some hesitation, his fingers twisted the dried blood, and the touch was smooth and familiar.

"Clean and bandage yourself."

The old man rummaged through the cupboard next to him, found a roll of old, yellowed linen bandage, and handed it over. At the same time, he poured a glass of well water from a plain and crude clay pot on the side table and handed it to Murphy.

The teenager took his hands, turned around, and walked out of the room, starting to bandage a wound at the door alone.

The old man sat lightly by the wooden bed, his yellow hands grasped the little nun's palm, and the faint light that could not be noticed lit up, so that her face returned to some blood.

"Not a mediocre."

It seems to remember the performance of Murphys. The old man sighed and closed his eyes slightly. At this time, he was like a classical sculpture, condensing indescribable thick and wisdom. When he opened his eyes again, Murphys had Once again walked into the stone house.

His arms were simply bandaged with linen bandages. The slight bleeding showed that he was not injured. Murphys's footsteps were a little heavy and his face was not very good, but he didn't sit down in the room casually and stood so respectfully Write without saying a word.

"There is a seat there. Take things away and sit down. I have something to tell you."

The old man pointed to a corner of the desk beside the desk full of books, and said softly.

Murphy nodded, gently moved a roll of parchment paper and books to the table, and swept the corners of his eyes, and the words "Theological Encyclopedia" jumped in front of him, but he didn't understand what it meant. Sit well.

"Why didn't you just fight back?"

The old man's first question points directly to the core of Murphy's inner conflict.

"Can't do it."

Murphy Steinbai, he really can't do it, it's too cruel.

When he first saw the nun, Murphy remembered the little wolf cub that had lost his "parents" when he was young. At the beginning, he made a cold-blooded animal that turned around and left until he was in his heart. Uneasy to return again, but saw the remains of corpses everywhere.

The cruel facts of the jungle made his young numbness indifferent, but the appearance of the little nun made him have to remember the past that made him regret it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This time, he decided not to do that Turn around and leave.

"Can't do it? Many people are constantly breaking through their bottom line to do things, killing a person, there will be a second one, earning an Aztec gold coin, they will want to earn a second one, and get one A woman will think of the second one." Aquinas' bowed back slightly raised her head with a contrast between relief and light in the dim candlelight. This picture was deeply imprinted in Murphy's memory. "If you can't do it today, will you guarantee that you won't do it in the future?"

"I do not know."

"Really honest."

Aquinas smiled for the first time, but then her eyes turned to the little nun whose breath had gradually stabilized, and said softly: "You are not suitable to continue to stay in Tarrens, choose your own way, now you You should already understand what you need to do."

"Yep."

Murphy still didn't talk much, sitting in a chair, seemed a little nervous.

"She... is there nothing?"

For a while, Murphy asked a little hesitantly.

"Everything is mine." Aquinas waved her hand. "Come and see me when you make a decision to leave. I have something for you."

Murphy, who was sitting on the chair, nodded and got up. He had never been close to the little nun who was very important in his heart, but just glanced at it from a distance, and then performed an aristocratic ceremony towards the old man Aquinas.

Slow and serious.

Turning away, Murphy no longer hesitated.

The old man's eyes lifted slightly, sharp and clear.

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