13 Mink Street Chapter 572

Latest URL: The raging flame of light is like a round of warm sun slowly rising, illuminating the hillsides on both sides.

At the same time, it also reflected Rathma's face, flickering on and off.

"What's this?"

Pu'er replied as a matter of course: "This is Symmetra, meow!"

Rathma lowered her head and looked at the black cat beside her.

The black cat looked back at him with a sincere look.

One person and one cat fell into a short and deep silence at this moment.

In fact, Rathma had never been an amiable person; in the entire church circle, almost no one would really regard the former high priest of the Cult of Kosmos as a kind and good-tempered old man.

One must know that the political struggle within the church in the York City region is already so dangerous and treacherous. How many challenges and how many people's skulls have been stepped on by those who can get to that position step by step.

According to the normal situation, if the black cat dared to speak to him like this, it would have died long ago, regardless of the real identity of the black cat.

But Pu'er still dared to speak cat words to the former high priest with his eyes open.

Earlier, Karen shouted out the position of "Great Priest" here, which made Valotti feel ashamed immediately. It was because Valotti knew that he could no longer be alive, not at all.

At this time, Karen released a strong light force in front of the former high priest, but Pu'er didn't panic much.

Without him, Diss is not dead yet.

Confidence comes from strength. Only by speaking without standing on the basis of strength can we show the humor, humor, ridicule and playfulness that appear in interpersonal communication.

Valotti nodded, and said deeply: "Yes, it is Symmetra."

Pu'er's tail is slightly raised in an elegant arc, and it is walking on a catwalk behind Vallotti, with the cat's face facing the valley for its most prosperous position:

"So, Dajing Mingli, does he still want to accept Jingming as his student?"

Vallotti was silent.

You know, before and after, I twirled the quill and said that I was the real examiner, and no matter what grade Huofen got in the test, I would accept Jingming as a student.

Now, silence means the opposite.

Outside Vallotti's mind, too many thoughts are colliding violently, too little is the solution, too little is absurd, and too little is contradictory.

Originally, in my plan, I gave Huofen the identity of my own student, and I couldn't get real attention from the lower levels in my future development. That kind of attention couldn't make me break away from the influence of my grandfather and become a real priest of order.

Because although Vik is now being suppressed because of my relationship, until Norton's faction fully integrates the power conflicts within the church, he will pay double compensation for Vik's regression in his own face. Jing Ming must be his own student. If it is the same.

However, Valotti is really daring now to endorse a young man who is extremely suspected of being a "dark remnant".

My identity, well, it is limited to Karen's grandson, and I am this kind of complex young genius who may have extremely low talent but whose thinking may be affected by the original family and needs to be regressed and corrected.

As the next little priest, I endorsed Huofen's identity and took the initiative to push a dark remnant into the slow lane of development within the cult?

This, Jing Mingli, is likely to become a historical sinner of the Cult of Kosmos.

Pu'er's hind paws were backwards, and his front paws were gripping the ground. He stretched, yawned, and said, "It's still a little bit worse after all."

At the beginning, it Pu'er and old Jingming helped Karen complete the super-standard **** drop ceremony. Before Jingming woke up, he and old Diss were frantically admonishing Karen after knowing that there was a problem with the ceremony:

Hurry up and kill that evil god!

Well, in fact, I and Old Diss were also at fault, because Raniedale did come up, and our analysis was not wrong.

At that time, both myself and Lao Jingming felt that Karen was being determined, but in reality, Karen had been thinking about how to capture Raniedar to eliminate the real threat of his "new grandson". Kill "Hoffin".

Since an evil **** called your grandfather, the suffix at the beginning of my identity should be your "grandson".

That's not Karen's perception.

Pu'er once really couldn't understand Karen's strange way of thinking, even now, it has been sleeping with Huofen under the same bed for half a year, and it still can't understand.

But now, looking at Jing Mingli's reaction, in contrast, Pu'er suddenly understood.

Geniuses are also divided into geniuses. No matter how much they compete to improve their speed, understanding of spells, and fighting ability, the first thing to compete is the pattern.

Big Vallotti, what is he determined to do, what is he worried about, what is he hesitant about?

Take it!

Accept Huofen as your student, inform the whole teaching, and pave the way for my future development, come on, come on!

"That world is not so magical, is it, Big Vallotti?"

Vallotti nodded.

"Now, does he still think that Jingming is the least threat to the Sect?" Pu'er stretched out a cat's paw and pointed upwards, "Didn't Karen scold the God of Order in front of them and make trouble again?" If you want to lose your temper, you want to go to the Temple of Order; but I dare to summon darkness directly behind that little priest, hahahaha!"

"Karen, why did you teach such a grandson?"

"Then you have to ask Karen. If you suspect that he came here for half a year, he should have met me and said that he would dare to retreat even at the gate of the courtyard."

"You have retreated."

Valotti's expression returned to normal at this time, and he looked gloomy again. After all, I am someone who has seen real small waves.

But Pu'er is a puncturer of the fresh atmosphere, chasing that topic and asking:

"Two feet?"

Vallotti: "..."

"It seems that his retreat refers to the split?"

"Now you believe that the reason why he stayed in the Inmeles house was to avoid the pursuit of his enemies, because you think that it is very difficult for a cat like him to survive in it."

"He's half right. You have no enemies inside. It's alright, Elder Siti, you'll be there next time."

Valotti understood, and said: "Now you understand why Karen asked you to save him. Next time, I will even show respect to Elder Siti to vent his anger on him."

"Don't be afraid to say meow, it's not that you hang this stinky man under the cross and blow it away.

The divine robe is probably torn and damaged, and there is a small probability that it has lost some light. No matter how well-maintained an old woman is over 800 years old, she should have something to look at.

Hehe, Karen also asked them to erase the memory of this day, haha! "

Jing Mingli squatted up, looked at Pu'er with serious eyes, and said seriously:

"It's gone."

"Oh, this is really a pity. It seems that the quality of the robes of the elders of the temple is too good. If your family's Da Huofen is good at it, because it will lose the slowness of tearing."

Having said that, Pu'er raised his head and looked at Vallotti again: "He actually squatted up to tell you that he was naked."

Valotti spread her hands and said, "Because you feel that you have no obligation to maintain the image and reputation of the elders of the temple you teach."

"He said that he will be able to condense the divine scene Mingli in two years at the slowest, and eight or seven years at the longest."

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's not been two years. If you compare him with Karen, he's not as good as most of the people at the same stage, even those who, after the end of their lifespan, are trying to condense the **** Rathma at all costs." , it is too rare to be excellent. He will slow down, right?

He wants to steadily condense an extremely low-quality **** Rathma, which is his end, and he wants to use it as a new starting point for his life.

For this reason, he was able to delay giving up the position of the little priest, tsk...

Great Vallotti, he's got it. "

"Sometimes, you actually have a choice, because the reality lies outside. He asked you one after another, before you successfully condense the **** Rasma outside, will you attack Karen?" Valotti Stretching out his finger and pointing upward, "Now, you have one less reason to make a move."

"Darkness, darkness, he is the remnant of darkness!!"

The roar of grid fragments echoed outside the valley. At that time, there was a kind of surprise in my heart. I suddenly felt that the moonlight became bright again tonight.

This little man standing under the hillside, have you seen it, it is a dark remnant!

Compared with Jing Mingli's excitement, Huofen is less intense. I can't be exposing. I just follow Valotti's suggestion and simply purify the order and wait for the relief.

But man is an emotional animal after all, and when there is no choice, sensibility will overwhelm rationality.

Especially before Karen's phantom appeared one after another, helping him break through the influence of the Wolf of Time, this feeling of desire to express became weaker and weaker.

It's like a child eating out at home, the spoon dropped on the ground, and the person next to him said that I would pick it up here, but he still stubbornly got on the chair, picked it up and sat back again, and then waited expectantly for the message from his grandpa. A word of praise:

"Look, your grandson is so good!"

Although it's not too much to treat the next little priest as a human being by doing that...but, so what?

After you have condensed the **** Mingli, the little priest, you can only be a priest outside the church on Minke Street.

Huofen is the best at pondering psychology, and I feel very cloudy that I am now... floating.

Floats low, floats hard.

All of that stemmed from the assassination that happened tonight, which made him return to the door of the house as planned.

In addition to Huofen's original plan, I will not go home until I am weak enough;

First go to the kitchen outside the house to prepare the meals and stew the soup, then go to the bathroom to put the warm water outside the bathtub, and first, go to wake up Grandpa, let me wash up and come to the restaurant for dinner.

Huofen had imagined and simulated that scene many, many times, both in his mind and in his dreams.

And no matter how meticulous the plan is, it will become vulnerable when the torrent of emotion bursts out.

Huofen finished stepping backwards, and the accumulation of abundant spiritual power prevented me from giving the dark fire a minimum release at this time. With the current state of the grid fragments, I gave up the opportunity to fight in close quarters and turned to the fight of spells. In fact, it is really cost-effective.

Especially now, I seem to have identified an opportunity. I thought this little man would let me go, but I think this little man would save Huofen again before seeing him use his dark power.

Therefore, the grid fragments abandoned the defense and stalemate that could not continue, and at the cost of bathing their soul in the dark fire, poured the pollution under Huofen.

Even if that young man is killed, I will be completely crippled. That is probably the last bit of pride and persistence of that excellent assassin.

Disaster, curse, depravity and all kinds of strong negative attributes finally surrounded Jingming. They were so annoying, but they were so kind.

The grid fragments used their own souls as bait, weakly scattered the dark fire released by Hofn to my side, creating an opportunity for those pollution to touch Hofn at close range.

Huofen stopped, raised his head, and looked at the shards of the soul that were melting diagonally below, with a smile on his face, and there was pity in the smile, but not much.

At the last moment, Valotti's figure appeared beside Ge Shards.

Grid Fragment: "..."

There are countless swear words, countless indignation, and countless emotions. The fragments want to express, but they seem to have forgotten how to do it.

Why does he still show up, why does he still come to protect me, why does he even give you the first little chance?

Are you blind, have you seen the dark fire burning under your soul, it is so strong, so weak!

You are the young priest of the Order God Cult!

The appearance of Vallotti marked that the fair duel was about to draw a fair end.

Because pollution has very little impact on a person, even if it affects life at first, it will also affect a person's future.

Valotti can't watch Hofn being beaten badly, but I can watch Hofn suffer a trauma that is reversible for a lifetime. That's the standard I set, but what I think this lie The degree that the elderly under the bed can accept.

However, before Jing Mingli made a move, Huofen withdrew all his own defenses, pulled away the few remaining dark flames that could temporarily hinder the approach of pollution, and scattered all the souls of Xiangge fragments to accelerate me death.

As for himself, he was instantly surrounded by strong pollution, yes, it was soaked!

Valotti's eyes narrowed immediately,

At that moment, my emotions were completely out of control, and I cursed at Huofen: "That bastard!!"

Valotti even believed that the eldest son was stimulated by some kind of stimulation outside the Cult of Order and encountered too little fair treatment and suppression. In the end, he deliberately took advantage of that opportunity and simply used my own life to drag the Temple of Order to be buried with me !

But very slowly, when Jing Mingli was about to make a move to quickly pull out the pollution, I suddenly found that Huofen was still standing in the center of the pollution as if someone else was there, under my face, I could see the slightest joy in seeing it.

And that scene was also seen by Grid Shards, and I felt a kind of contempt.

In the second half of the night, I was a dashing assassin who dared to launch an assassination against the chief bishop of the Cult of Kosmos alone;

In the first half of the night, I was a ridiculous idiot, like a piece of plasticine that was randomly kneaded and deformed, and then thrown into the stinky ditch next to it.

I can't accept the palpitations of fate now, but the real ending is humiliation, humiliation and humiliation!

In the vortex of pollution, few human faces and animal faces are pulling Huofen's soul, but those, compared with when the hunger addiction broke out, are really too few.

His body was transformed by Ranedar, and he also absorbed the bone of the Dark Moon God; his soul has been fighting against the backlash of the rules of order;

The pollution behind the eyes is really nothing. The Qianmei, who had been injured one after another, flew out with great excitement, devouring the miscellaneous things in small mouthfuls, which were its nourishment, and it was also worried that it would be backlashed, anyway, it could run back before it was full. Hoffen in vivo to digest.

Jing Ming hastily raised his arm, facing downwards, and spread his palms.

A huge palm was condensed from the scorching dark fire, and as Jing Ming clenched his palm, the huge dark palm retracted, and the grid fragments in the central area, like a mosquito, were completely snuffed out!

Put your arms up so that its fire dissipates, the source of pollution dissipates, and the wind stops, leaving only the moonlight in the sky, still shining.

Qian Mei, who was full of food, had a red light in her right eye and a green light in her left eye, and her body was even more colorful, as if she had been hit by a blood leech that knew how poisonous it was, and she returned to Huofen's body contentedly .

That fight was very fair, but Jing Ming fought very comfortably, it was only the running-in of the new realm that was completely completed, and there was not much harvest.

If you must insist on a comparison, take Judge Qi Heshu as an example. When I was in front of me, I had no ability to fight back. general attack;

Now, although he is an adjudicator, he can easily squeeze Qihe to death through several methods such as melee combat and magic.

There are too few pendants under him, and there are too few "beliefs", which will make it difficult and fast to improve his realm, but in the same way, every time he lowers a level, these "pendants" can exert a smaller power. Amplification effect.

Even the "corpse monsters" like Grid Shards took advantage of the richness of their means when compared with themselves.

In short, I would like to thank Vallotti for creating for himself the kind of "sparing" opportunity that can almost be called a luxury among luxury.

Jing Mingli stepped up and stood beside Huofen, her eyes wandered around under Huofen, before confirming that the other party was not affected by the slightest pollution, I put my heart on it, but this heart, and Raised even lower.

Because that means ~www.mtlnovel.com~ under that young man, there are still many secrets that have not been revealed to him.

"Take this female dragon and leave there, and go to accept the reward from the **** religion."

The matter of recruiting students was directly mentioned. Hoffen moved.

At that time, Pu'er ran up from the hillside, cursing as he ran: "Chou Jingmingli, he came up to take you with him, does he know that it is very difficult for you to sprint up!"

Valotti continued: "You sealed the mother dragon's memory today, and when the lower level of the religion investigates that matter, they will know that you did it. It is a taboo of the God religion, so the cat will be involved. , he just needs to feel at ease and accept the credit.”

Jing Ming still moved.

Valotti asked, "Why, is he all right?"

Huofen turned around, faced Valotti, smiled and said:

"Father, you want to go home and have a look."

Chapter end