The latest website: The worship to Grandpa Huofen was actually very short. Karen didn't say much, but it was much more than the family members.

After all, Karen didn't actually show up to talk to them. He just made breakfast, and Karen didn't talk to Diss lying on the bed.

The reason is that now is not the time to talk, at least not the atmosphere that Karen wants.

As Pu'er said, like a dream, it all stems from an uncontrollable accident.

Three hours, pinching the time, worrying about not knowing where a pair of eyes can "see" here, this is not going home, it is more like visiting a prison.

In fact, I am a mouse now, but because of Diss, this mouse has dignity.

But in other words, in front of an orthodox religion, which individual is not a mouse? Most may not even count as ants.

Therefore, the overly reserved expression is not because of insufficient love, but precisely because of too deep love, cherishing it from the bottom of my heart, and thinking of meeting and facing it with the best posture.

What Karen wanted was a cool autumn evening, when she was preparing dinner in the kitchen, her uncle and aunt were complaining about some stingy client, and Mina Lunt and the others came home from school, talking about today's anecdotes at school; After pulling the bell, everyone gathered in the restaurant with expectant smiles on their faces, looking at today's meal like opening a gift.

Even, when Diss went downstairs, the stagnation of the family atmosphere, and the relief of the depression caused by Fan Zhi saying "You have finished eating, they will use it soon" before getting up and leaving, all seemed so. beautiful.

At that time, Pu'er heard Diss say something in a language that Alfred could understand:

"It's more timid to be close to the hometown."

Diess felt that that sentence was too apt.

Pu'er couldn't help but reached out and touched Diss' face, and said with a little complacency:

"You know he's expressing his emotions, but could he consider taking you with him?

He has only lived there for a short time, but you have lived there for more than a hundred years, and you have no need to express your emotions, okay? "

"good."

"Can he use Makelay, otherwise it will make you feel very cultured."

"Hello." Pu'er: "..."

Fan Zhi supported Mr. Huofen's tombstone with his hands, and watched the color of fish maw appear in the nearby sky. The time is coming, and it's time to go.

Reaching out and patting Pu'er's paw heavily, Pu'er understood and sat down firmly.

Qianmei's wings grew out from the front and flew up with Diss.

Facing the wind, Diss said: "At most, you will never retreat, right?"

"Of course!" Pu'er said calmly, "Go ahead, Mao Mao has no confidence in him!"

"Yes, you have no confidence in yourself, too."

"In two years, who am I, Valotti, threatening with that? Yes, who am I looking up to!

That's not long. When he left Ruilan, he was even a servant of the gods. Now, you think he should be able to beat the judge down.

ah,

It's been less than two years, why is it so long?

There is so much time that people want to work so hard and want to take a nap, meow! "

"Hehehe."

Pu'er continued to boost morale, as if a pirate captain was lecturing his crew:

"Strength improvement is one aspect. At that time, the position in the church will be the seventh way. God knows where you can reach outside the church of order two years ago and what kind of power network can be cultivated around him.

After all, the church circle is now in chaos, and wars between orthodox theological religions are fighting, so there is no opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

Was it just a small feat that time? Even if the lower levels knew that Vallotti was there and that the assassin was dealt with by Valotti, it was still possible to attribute the credit to Fan Zhichang. Valotti and the outsider are both taboos, so The credit will definitely go to him!

Keep going, keep looking for opportunities, keep making contributions, and keep getting promoted!

At that time, even if I, Valotti, come out, so what, can my successor priest still manage the current official!

Those people just need to clean up, they regard the dog bowl more important than anything else, and hate to hold the dog bowl and make low-end gestures to him. When he intends to smash our dog bowl, we will be more scared than anyone else. All weak legs!

The little thing is to **** me, to unite the gods, to fight a civil war, and to see who is more distressed meow! "

Because he witnessed Karen's rise with his own eyes, Pu'er knew that there really existed such a genius in that world who could set himself off as a good-for-nothing!

And when Diss walked step by step during that time, Pu'er hesitated and thought that I was the last Karen, and the first Karen even lifted me under his shoulders!

Thinking back now, Pu'er realized that Karen's bet on Diss was really big. Yes, it was Karen who had been stud long ago!

Pu'er raised his paws to face the direction of the wind:

"Alan's family ancestral motto: real pirates will always be afraid of wind and waves, we are only proud of the calm!"

Diess said: "Does he know, you once thought that you would be like a tragic drama performed off the stage of a theater, but very few times you felt that you should perform a script that was bitter and bitter, and you did something for it. Very few times of psychological foreshadowing and preparation."

"Meow?"

"But the result is that you find that you can do it, and you can really do it."

"It's as if he called Father Valotti directly and told me that since he's here, he wants to drop by home to have a look?"

"Yeah, since you've been out for so long, you've mainly discovered two things.

The first thing, it turns out that you can also gradually become weak from a natural person.

The seventh thing, it turns out that your grandfather is weaker than you imagined. "

Diss turned his head and glanced at the street called Minke Street in front of him first, then flapped his wings more slowly, and galloped towards the southwest.

When I came to the area where I fought against Rathma, I fell down.

Rathma's body had already melted away, and there was only a "beach" left outside, but Fan Zhi still found some broken bones belonging to Rathma outside.

Burning corpses in crematoriums will leave small pieces, and it is also natural to melt yourself and leave some fragments.

Fan Zhiyou took them all away, but chose a rib, and found another bone that looked like a fragment of a skull.

Pu'er said with distaste: "I also know to keep some holy artifacts."

"For the lineage of the fallen gods, corpses are the real holy artifacts."

Before packing up his things, Diss looked up and flew up again.

Pu'er shouted excitedly:

"That kind of feeling is like taking the enemy's skull to go to the national parliament to receive a reward, hehe!"

"Still able to take the time to receive the reward, he forgot something." "Forgot something, what?"

"Little Auggie."

"You are a good thing, meow. Unfortunately, your food intake should be very small. Our family should be able to afford it."

"Well, raising him alone is already very difficult."

"Pooh!"

Pu'er suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Ah, by the way, Fan Zhi, if he wants to put you up first, then he will send someone to pick you up?"

"Yes." "Yes?"

"It's just that he marked the assassin for you, so you took him to guide the direction and chase them together. Anyway, Auggie also lost his memory."

"Can you make sense?"

"It makes sense with you, let us conceive and guess by ourselves."

"Guess?"

"It's very troublesome to deal with the review." In that regard, Diess can be regarded as an expert, and I smiled, "There is nothing you can do."

In the church yard, Vallotti stood outside the vegetable garden, holding a freshly picked tomato in his hand, took a bite, and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand while chewing.

"Karen, that grandson of his, I really deserve to die, if you can, you even want to hear my explanation, and you just strangled me."

Valotti took another bite of the tomato, and I really wanted to do something, send some message to the inner world, even if it was just a little bit.

Because the following words were unexpected, the young man went out and successfully killed the assassin who assassinated the chief bishop's family, which was another minor achievement, and it was a real minor achievement!

However, they know that my surname is Inmeles;

I know even more that my threat and harm far exceed that of the surname "Inmeles".

Even judging from the reports under the "Order Weekly", Fan Zhichang was very vague. That young man had a small probability of becoming the face of the Whip of Order, a role model, and an example of its rise.

Having a method, good talent, and slow improvement in realm are the most dazzling advantages;

"Crack."

Fan Zhichang took another bite of the tomato, and turned his head to look in the direction of Inmeles' house:

"I'm Karen's grandson, I don't have that talent, you admit it, you think it's abnormal.

But the **** is,

He was such a low-tempered person back then, such a proud person, you tell him, if everyone beat him up, if he was too good, he would die sooner or later!

Based on his attitude towards the elders of the temple, the elders directly shot him to death, it is my pity, my kindness!

From my background, your mother supported you as a child by being a prostitute. You are considered withdrawn. Compared with him, you even think you are quite sunny.

But why did his grandson only inherit his advantages, but also inherit his disadvantages in reverse?

He can handle mundane affairs, behave in a decent and calm manner, and knows how to organize and build his own large group and great power from the very beginning to prepare for the previous outbreak.

Those points were completely opposite to his original one!

Dry! If you were Foden, you would also focus on training and promoting me!

Damn, am I really his grandson, Karen? "

Valotti finally finished eating the whole tomato, and there was a little juice left on my hand. I subconsciously wanted to wipe some out of my empty eye sockets, but just as I raised my palm, I put it on again.

I dared to do those big moves, because although my eyes were hanging on the world, I lost the vision of Fan Zhi and this cat.

Of course I know who did it!

This guy is really staring at his precious grandson, for fear that he might spy something!

At the same time, it was also a sound warning to myself, if I dared to make some big moves, I would dare to make small moves directly!

"The more secretive he is, the more ambiguous you are, Dies that guy, yes, he's pushing you, Karen. It's you making up for yourself, after tonight, yes, it's me After releasing the Dark Flame, you have even thought about cooperating with us to deal with him before you condense the fragments of the godhead.

But now, it's the same. You sense the threat. As the next little priest, you sense the threat against the divine religion. If you can allow that kind of thing to happen, you will definitely allow it! "

Valotti squatted up, grabbed the mud outside the ground with both hands, and ended the dog-planing digging.

Before digging a hole, Valotti knelt down on the ground, buried his face out of the hole, and raised his buttocks low.

Tangtang, the young priest, unexpectedly put on such a shameful posture.

"Hoo..." After a while,

Valotti sat up straight, and I turned my head to look in the direction of Inmeles' house again with a dirty face:

"Karen, two years, just two years, if you believe me in two years, it will really make a lot of waves for you!"

talking,

A strange smile appeared on Vallotti's face, and he said in a deep voice:

"He is threatening the religion, but is his current sleep also suppressed by the religion?

He is a genius, a genius who is slightly weaker than you, so what?

He has even shaken the divine religion, so when the tiny gods return, he still has no chance of winning?

By his grandson? hehe. "

"Wen Jia, what's going on?" "Feros, can he read it himself?"

The two directors of the Whip of Order investigation room stood behind a road boundary marker, indicating that the distance from Luojia City was less than 10 kilometers.

On the other side of the boundary marker, 26 people knelt on the spot in disorder, eyes closed.

That scene directly led to the fact that the elite troops who only came from Wayne, and had not received orders from other communities in the distance to gather, all stopped there.

To be honest, even if the 26 colleagues who were the first to hunt down were killed and the corpses were lying there, the other priests of order who were present would continue to pursue them with no determination.

Death, we are afraid, but we are cowardly in the execution of the task.

But those 26 people were still alive, and they were put in such a posture. That scene looked more terrifying than dismembered corpses.

Fewer and fewer chasing teams stopped before they got there. Now, there are more than 700 priests of order gathered at the scene, and they are only from the Whip of Order system. In addition, less power is slowly gathering there.

The reason why Xiaojia's path became consistent outside there was that Xiaojia followed the traces left by the frost dragon.

There are also some people who came in the form of a large group, alone or in twos and twos. The aura emanating from our bodies makes the colleagues in the distance feel depressed.

It's just that in the environment where the pursuit was slow and then stopped suddenly, Xiaojia could naturally report their identities and positions to each other. Xiaojia came from all over the world, and they were knights.

At that time, no one used the communication scroll that was used in conjunction with the relevant departments of the community management office, but the liaison priest of the community outside the scroll directly said with a serious expression:

"Now read the order of the whipman!"

For a moment, no matter whether it was the Whip of Order or the Other System, everyone put their arms behind their chests and said respectfully and sincerely:

"Meet the Whipkeeper!" "Meet the Whipkeeper!"

"All the chasing brigades will stop where they are, and they must continue to move backwards. At the same time, they will be in charge of contacting the other brigades that have not been notified before and follow that order!"

"Yes, you wait for the order."

After chasing, Xiaojia didn't feel very lucky, but was full of doubts.

So few forces have been gathered at the scene, and there is still no less support force coming. The nearest garrison should also come, because the figure of the Falcon Knight has appeared in the nearby sky.

Why is it chasing?

"Wen Jia, why did he ask you to chase him?"

"Sorry, when you become the secretary of the whip holder, you can try to explain it to him, okay?"

"Ah."

Just like that, Xiaojia was waiting in place, and the number of people was getting smaller and smaller, and even a garrison came over.

As for the 26 colleagues who should have arrived first to have a chance to win the first prize, they continued to kneel here, and someone moved us.

Everyone is inexperienced and ignorant. Since we all have vital signs, let’s wait for the doctors and pastors from the mission hospital to come over and move us. Moving without authorization may cause us harm.

At that time, a sudden breath appeared from the front. When everyone looked over, they found that it was a huge dharma body moving slowly towards the outside. It was a manifestation of rushing at all costs. Break through all obstacles.

"Whipkeeper? It's the whipkeeper!" "The whipkeeper came in person?"

"Is the assassin so young?" Immediately,

"Meet the Whipkeeper!"

"Whip, for the sake of order!"

The number of people out there was already very small, but when the deity of the whipman appeared in person, in one case, all of them knelt down.

But when he got close to it, the whipman's dharma body slowly shrank, and soon the dharma body dissipated completely, turning into a white hurricane and sweeping over.

Before the hurricane subsided, Foden appeared outside. I directly saw the salute of no one present, turned my back to us, raised my hand, and spoke in a low voice, but it was like a majestic thunderbolt. It fell directly into the ears of no one present.

"No one, retreat immediately!"

It was an unthinkable order, but one dared to ask why.

"You wait for the order!"

Everyone stood up and prepared to retreat.

Foden has a serious face. The area behind can be retreated. Outside, it is a taboo place in the religion.

After half a year or so, very few elite forces in the supporting religion were mobilized and organized and retreated there. There were almost no casualties, but none of the priests cared about their positions and backgrounds, and they were all assigned to the gods. Edge areas, places like Lost Lands, Chaos Lands, and Chaos Lands.

Therefore, there are so few people present, even though they come from various system departments, but if they want to be "assigned" by the divine religion in the next step, they have to draw a sufficient distance now.

In fact, even if it was to catch the assassin, I, Foden, would have to show up in person, but the problem is that the situation outside is indeed several times lighter than that of the assassin!

However, just as the crowd finished moving forward, a white spot appeared in the sky outside the boundary marker.

Everyone stopped in place, looked at the white spot, and as the distance got closer, the white spot gradually became cloudy, and at the very front, it landed with a "buzz".

It was a young man wearing a robe of order, with eight pairs of white wings in front of him, a man with a ridiculously low figure was carried on his right shoulder, and a white cat was sitting on his left shoulder.

In the crowd, no one recognized Diss' identity. After all, he was a young man who had posted on the front page of "Order Weekly" .

After walking in front of Foden, Diss first put the **** Ogi on the ground, then put the two Rathma bones he had picked up on the ground, and took half a step forward, putting his hands behind his chest , saluting Foden:

"Meet the Whipkeeper!"

Foden glanced at the two bones and asked:

"Is that the assassin's?"

"Yes." "Assassin dead?" "Yes."

"The assassin he killed?"

Hearing that question, Diss showed a little confused and struggling expression,

replied:

"I say yes."