The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"It's nothing, it's just that Sister Shi taught me some rules." Wu Tiao Wuhui, who was bent over, quickly straightened his back, and said timidly.

"Sister Shi?" Hearing Wu Tiao Wuhui's name, You looked at the two rituals with a cold face, obviously still angry.

A 24-year-old woman calling a sixteen-year-old high school girl her sister? They are not mixed with the underworld society, how...

Wait, the Liangyi family seems to be a gang involved.

The two ceremonies did not explain, but slowly raised their head and looked at Yu.

Seeing the scratches on Yu's face that had not subsided, the two rituals frowned slightly. "Didn't that silver-haired woman say that it will fade in 5 minutes?"

"Obviously, you've been deceived." You shrugged and watched the two rituals speechlessly. "Speaking of which, how did you become like Ori and you actually scratch people?"

After speaking, Yu's face changed slightly, the same as Zhi? Glancing at the two rituals with pursed lips, he gave a wry smile.

In order to keep him from forgetting Liang Yi Zhi? Really childish behavior.

"Speaking of which, you shouldn't have a place to live, Mist, right? Do you want to live with me at Asakami's house?" Yu, who knew the reason, immediately turned to Wu Tiao and tried to change the subject.

"You can..." Wu Tiao Wuhui replied in a low voice.

Before waiting for her words to fall, the two rituals cast a cold glance at Wu Tiao Wuhui and said coldly. "Live at Liangyi's house."

"I... I listen to Sister Shi." Wu Tiao Wuhui trembled, and the chick nodded repeatedly.

"...Okay, let's go then." You twitched the corners of his mouth and raised the suitcase.

After a while, the three walked out of the hospital hall and walked towards the black Toyota who had been waiting for a long time by the road.

On the outskirts of Paris, France, a magnificent church covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters has long been surrounded by raging flames.

At the gate of the church, a middle-aged knight in tattered silver armor and holding a broad sword looked at the figure standing opposite with a solemn expression.

The sound of prayers, the popping sound of sharp knives entering the body, and the shrill screams sounded one after another.

Hearing the familiarity in the shrill screams, a trace of bitterness flashed across the middle-aged knight's face, but his figure did not shake in the slightest, and he still blocked the door of the church to block the figure in front of him.

"Do you want to attack the church stronghold to start a full-scale war with our Holy Church? The Fourteenth Ancestor Van Feim!!!!"

"No, no, I didn't have that idea." The white-gloved right hand held the silk scarf, and Fan Feim shook his head while wiping his eyes.

"I just want the thing sealed here, the seal guarded by the Knights Templar of the Eighth Mystery."

Fan Feim put the cleaned gold-framed eyes on his face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said playfully.

Hearing this, the middle-aged knight's expression changed drastically.

"Sure enough, it's here, the twenty-sixth ancestor, the last corner!" Seeing the expression of the middle-aged man, Fan Feim's face showed an ecstatic expression.

A few minutes later, Van Feim pulled out the arm that pierced through the knight's moon, and flicked it gently, throwing the blood on the claws to the ground.

At the same time, a dead apostle slowly emerged from Van Feim's shadow.

"The unblocking team relies on the origin and has broken the seal, my ancestor!"

As soon as the dead disciple's voice fell, Fan Feim's face changed, and he looked at the distant mountains with a little distress.

Above the mountains several kilometers away, two figures emitting a dazzling white light were rushing towards the church.

"The saint of the church? Is it that kind of troublesome angel descent technique? Why does the church keep appearing inexplicable things over the past few years?"

"There is no need to chew on these two hard stubble for the time being, and quickly bring the target to me."

"In Europe, the power of the Church and Heiji is too great, was he caught in the tail after only 10 minutes? Sure enough, the ceremony should still be carried out in the extreme east."

A few minutes later, two white lights floated above the church that was submerged in flames.

"It's one step too late, Alicia."

"There is no life left. All three hundred and thirty-three knights of the Knights Templar were killed. Let's go, Karen, report it directly to the Pope and give him a headache."

Chapter 465: Fujino's Trial

A spiral-shaped building named Ogawa Residence.

In one of the apartments, Ryunosuke Uyu released his mouth from a woman's neck, letting the woman in her arms fall to the ground.

In the room of less than 40 square meters, there were a bunch of men, women and children lying in different directions, and there were only three people standing upright, and Yusheng Ryunosuke was one of them.

The three grabbed a human like an automatic machine, took a bite at the neck, and threw them into the room, and threw the person into the crowd in the room, and so on.

"It's unpalatable to death. What's going on with Mr. Fan recently? He just wants me to eat the blood of 100 people a day and **** blood. It's not cool at all if I do too much~! It's more tiring than killing people!!!"

Yusheng Ryunosuke complained, threw away the 'food' in his hand, bent his knees, and sat down on the middle-aged man who was standing on the ground with a thud.

"Wow..." The corpse man with his back turned up suddenly suffered a heavy blow, his eyes were round, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and it seemed that he could not survive.

"Lord Ryunosuke, this is a necessary preparation to accumulate the strength to counterattack." A dead disciple stopped and said humbly.

The blood descendants developed here are all dead disciples after the sixth generation of Fanfeim, and they are naturally incomparable with the second-generation dead disciple of Yusheng Ryunosuke, so they are very respectful to the complaining Ryunosuke.

"Lord Ryunosuke, do you want to rest?" Another dead disciple gave him a pinch-like look.

"Well, you can help me complete the remaining mission indicators, and remember to send the new junior to that stinky monk to check the origin."

Ryunosuke stood up, patted his pants, and explained the follow-up matters impatiently.

After finishing speaking, Ryunosuke grabbed the middle-aged man under him and left the room without looking back. Rather than developing a dead apostle, he preferred to experiment with the sacrificial ritual of the Lalaye text.

Hmm, would it be nice to summon some murlocs who didn't play badly? Remember how they seemed to call themselves deep-divers?

After Ryunosuke left, the faces of the two dead disciples in the room suddenly turned down because of Ryunosuke's scolding.

"Lord Ryunosuke's target is 70 people, right?"

"Half one person, let the 'hounds' in the city catch some more."

"That's okay, but you have to remember to let them limit their power. My ancestors said that there are gods in this city."

The setting sun gradually slanted westward.

The student council classroom of the Junior High School of Reiyuan Girls' Academy.

The clock on the wall, with its hour hand slowly pointing to 5 o'clock, reminded the student council members of the current time.

"Crack! Crack!"

Asakami Fujino sat on the main seat of the only long table in the classroom, grabbed a stack of important documents, lightly bumped against the long table, and organized the documents neatly.