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"It's over, Uncle Wang, you have revealed your identity. ∑. ∑.” Sun Youmiao sucked a drink beside her, gloating, "Sister Nini, hurry up and start killing demons and fighting for peace on earth."

Wang Yan twitched his lips. This dead girl dared to fan the flames, and she didn't know where to turn her elbows?

Paladin Ronnie took a beer cup and a snack to find a clean corner. He began to watch the show happily, and pretended to say, "Old Wang, a little girl pointed at her nose with a stick. Even a man couldn't stand it. Let's resist, handsome guy."

"Ni Ni, don't underestimate Wang Yan. Although he is only half a step in level A for the time being." The Saint of Light looked solemn and added fuel to the fire, "But his strength is very powerful, and the casual level A may not be his opponent. By the way, there was a demon lord who died in his hands some time ago."

"Demon Lord?" The monk Nini was slightly surprised with her clear eyes, but then she became even more excited. She pinched the stick in her hand, and the rich and solid light fighting spirit in her body flowed brightly on her skin. "I am really worthy of being the disciple of the Great Demon King of Yan Zun, and it is indeed an opponent worthy of my battle."

Wang Yan suddenly felt an invisible force permeating the air, pressing his breathing hard like a mountain. It seemed that the strength of this ascetic monk Nini was really very powerful.

Just as Wang Yan was about to say something, a drunken voice suddenly came from the side of the booth: "That girl, come and have a drink with uncle."

Everyone was stunned and looked at them together.

But a strong man wearing a vest, about 1.9 meters tall, and a very burly body walked over with a bottle of wine. His eyes stared at the Saint of Light in a daze.

He came from the next table, where five or six strong men sat, each with a face full of flesh, and his exposed skin was covered with all kinds of ferocious tattoos. His eyes looked at the table on Wang Yan, full of mockery and joke.

Needless to say, these people are not good people at first glance. They are probably street gangsters, gangsters and gangsters involved in the gangsters.

I have to admit that among Wang Yan and others, the Saint of Light is the most outstanding. Her long hair is like a waterfall, her skin is as white as a cream, and her eyes are as clear and natural as gems. Moreover, her face shape is also the delicate and delicate of an oriental woman.

As soon as he saw this strong man who was causing trouble, Wang Yan couldn't help but have the idea of ​​thanking him well. This was really a timely rain, and his life-saving benefactor. He suddenly attracted all the firepower concentrated on him, Wang Yan.

Brother, since you have jumped out to do good things, just keep the good things to the end. Wang Yan took a bottle of wine and smashed it over without waiting for the other people to react.

“Wait!”

With a burst of crisp sound, the wine bottle bloomed directly on the hooligan's head.

Everyone was stunned. No matter which side, they didn't expect that Wang Yan would do it without saying a word.

The strong man was also knocked unconscious, stunned for several seconds, touched the blood on his forehead, and then roared: "Damn it, little white-faced. I want to kick your balls."

As he said that, he looked like a ferocious beast and rushed up. His companions also had bad faces and fierce eyes surrounded him with wine bottles, sticks, and even daggers.

"Uncle Wang, I'm so scared. Please protect~" Sun Youmiao's little face was "despicable" and hid behind Wang Yan, with his little hands tightly clamping his waist.

Wang Yan was sweating coldly. Can we not pretend to be Miaomiao? If you throw a plant seed out, you can destroy all the vicious hooligans without any damage. Don’t pretend to be a bird and rely on others at any time?

Even though Wang Yan complained, he still kicked the strong man a few meters away easily and smashed a few tables. This wasn’t Wang Yan’s intentional trouble, it was simply a knife head that came to the door automatically.

After kicking the person away, Wang Yan turned around and shouted, reminding his friends: "I am a distinguished guest, so I can't watch me be beaten. Lulu, Nini. Please protect and care."

The Saint of Light was also dumbfounded. When the scene of bullying Wang Yan was played, it was actually ruined by a group of gangsters.

"Let me do it." The ascetic monk Nini scolded her, and her body suddenly burst out with a white fighting spirit that was as strong as the essence. Her big stick burst out with dazzling white light under the indoctrination of the light fighting spirit.

Her arm rolled and she smashed it down with a majestic stick. That stick seemed to contain the majestic power of heaven and earth, and even the mountains were about to be smashed.

Wang Yan and the Saint of Light exclaimed in unison: "No."

Just kidding, if a level A master goes all out, the shock wave bursting out of the aftermath can cause heavy casualties in this bar.

The Saint of Light quickly turned his jade hand and held the scepter of the guardian angel in his hand. The holy jade-white light bloomed and condensed into a sacred guardian barrier, blocking Nini's stick.

"boom!"

As the hammer and shield hit each other, the sound roared and the energy waves overflowed. The tables, chairs, wine and drinks were all overturned. This was the result of the intentional control of the Saint of Light. Otherwise, the unscrupulous energy shock wave could shake the bar down.

The power of A-level masters is not a joke, everyone is a superhuman figure. Even if a modern army faces it, it may not be able to get it.

Such a explosive scene made the bar suddenly feel excited. All kinds of screams were heard, what God, God, am I dreaming?

Taking advantage of this, Wang Yan also hugged Nini and said hurriedly: "Girl, calm, calm. Suppress your fighting spirit and just use your fist to gently hit it." He was sweating. This girl was too exaggerated to take action. Fortunately, she was blocked by the Saint of Light, otherwise the gangster would have no bones if the stick was taken.

A gangster is also a human being, so we won’t be so cruel.

The gangsters were even more shocked. They thought that these people were just two pretty little white-faced guys who brought girls to the bar. But they never expected that they would have stabbed a Superman team.

Especially the tomboy wearing linen and holding a stick with barefoot, his momentum and strength were like an alien monster.

The gangsters trembled all over and became frustrated. The brothers who pulled the ground began to run away.

Nini's fighting spirit was shocked and she exploded Wang Yan's hand. Then she flew barefoot and stepped out, as if she was shrinking into an inch, blocking the unlucky gangsters in the blink of an eye.

She burped her face and her face was slightly flushed. After the glass of wine just now, it had already played a role in her body. The alcohol began to stimulate her central nervous system and put her in an excited state.

Fortunately, after the "reminder" of the Saint of Light and Wang Yan, she understood that she should not take action against these ordinary people too seriously. Although she still exuded a white fighting spirit, she started to do so much lighter.

Seeing that she knew the right way, Wang Yan and the Saint of Light breathed a sigh of relief and did not stop him.

"I'm fighting with you." A gangster who was beaten up so hard that he slammed Nini's back with a chair.

The wooden chairs were scattered, but Nini didn't move at all. Her face flushed because of alcohol, and she said slightly dissatisfied: "Didn't you eat? Where did you get the strength?"

Bang!

He thrust him away with a stick, then pursed his lips, took a bottle from the bar and started to gulp and pour it hard.

...

Inside Gundolf Fort.

The current Pope of Light is one of the most powerful men in the world.

Today, he was in a good mood.

He also specially set up a bottle of red wine that had been treasured for decades and had a drink alone.

"Life will always give you a little surprise inadvertently." When alone, Pope Light removed the majestic momentum of that moment and tasted the red wine. There was a hint of smile on his eyebrows.

He couldn't help but feel bad. After some planning, the Holy See had been carrying more than 60 years of shame and would be completely washed away tomorrow. Then he sent a message to the bastard and laughed at him and teased him.

When he thought of the bastard's depressed face, the corner of the Pope Light's mouth couldn't help but smile. He admitted that the bastard's disciple had good potential and strength. Unfortunately, both the Saint Son Wright and the Ascetic Nini were stronger.

"Wang Yan, Wang Yan, don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame your master." Pope Light sighed compassionately.

Just as the Pope thought about it, he became more and more excited. While he was in a good mood, he couldn't help but drink two more drinks. A guard hurriedly knocked in the door, and said in a panic: "Your Majesty, something is wrong."

"Why are you so panicked?" Pope Light's good mood suddenly disappeared halfway. His face became stern, and he scolded, "How many times have you told you that as a guard of the Holy See, you must be heavy and calm when encountering things."

"Yes, yes!" The guard took a few deep breaths, took out a cell phone and handed it over, and said nervously, "A video appeared on Twitter."

"Oh. It's just a video, why bother to panic?" Pope Light originally thought it was the abyss demon who invaded directly. When he heard it was just a video, his expression relaxed. While drinking, he picked up his phone to play the video.

"puff!"

Pope Light sprayed out a sip of red wine and looked at the video in a daze. His expression seemed to be hit by five thunders, and his outside was burned and tender inside.

In the picture, a barefoot girl in linen jumped up and down in a bar, waving her sticks to beat a group of gangsters to scream. The video also marked with a name "Raising to the death and taking pictures of the beautiful Saiyan girl in the bar, she actually blocked a bullet with her fingers!".

What made Pope Light’s scalp numb the most was that in the camera that swung past, there seemed to be Wang Yan and the Saint of Light.

Almost at the same time.

Among the Alps in northern Italy, there is an ancient monastery located in it.

The snow covered almost covers the entire mountain. The moonlight drifted in the snow all over the mountains.

At the top of a lonely peak, an old man in thin linen was sitting cross-legged on the thick snow. He looked in his sixties from the outside, with slightly wrinkled skin, but his spirit was extremely strong.

Sitting upright in the snow, he was constantly blown by the wind and snow at the peak of thousands of meters, but his clothes didn't even flutter. His whole aura seemed to merge with the snow peak, as thick as a mountain, as unmoving as a mountain.

He had a thick patina on his legs and held a large screen mobile phone in both hands. His eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes indignant, and sometimes solemn.

On the screen of the phone, some old photos were displayed, including black and white, and colorful. But without exception, they were all the same person. She was wearing a holy nun robe and a thin veil. Her whole temperament was as floating as a fairy, like a goddess from the heavens descending on earth.

His hand that had experienced vicissitudes gently brushed past the phone screen. His face was filled with a happy smile and murmured softly: "Dai'er, you have been imprisoned in the Holy Land of Light for more than twenty years. This time, I finally have the chance to save you."

Suddenly, a tear from the old man slid down. He fell into the snow and melted the snow. His voice was choked and said angrily: "It was all that bastard who harmed you. Not only did he leave a huge shame to the Holy See more than 60 years ago, he also made you so miserable."

But then, he laughed again: "But now the opportunity has come. As long as I can wash away the shame he left to the Holy See, I have made great contributions to the Holy See and God of Light. At that time, I will be qualified to ask the Pope to forgive your fault. Daier. You don't know yet. I accepted a little girl as my apprentice more than 20 years ago. She is the gift given to me by God of Light. Not only is she amazingly talented, she practices hard, but she is also very obedient and obedient. With her talent, it is no problem to refresh the shame of the bastard staying in the land of trial of light."

The old man laughed, smiling warmly and happily.

All his life's hard work was devoted to that apprentice. In his mind, his apprentice was simply a perfect incarnation. He firmly believed that sooner or later she would be able to defeat that bastard for him.

The old man dressed as a monk is of course St. Bernard, the head of the monk. Of course, his original name was not St. Bernard. It just happened that when he took over the duties from the previous monastery dean, he also took over the name St. Bernard, which has been passed down for nearly two thousand years.

"That child, Nini, has never been far away." Saint Bernard said with a little concern, "She is so kind and simple, don't be bullied."

After pausing, St. Bernard smiled self-deprecatingly again: "The child is like a young eagle. He has to learn to let her fly by himself. With her excellent qualities, he will definitely be able to keep his soul carefully and become the greatest ascetic of all time. Unlike me, he is completely a loser, and even the goddess in his heart cannot be protected."

St. Bernard shook his head, put aside his distractions, opened his own FC, and began to update his diary.

"Today, I am very happy. The goddess who has been imprisoned for more than 20 years can finally save her... and the humiliation buried in my heart for more than 60 years will be released..."

Then someone replied soon.

Some people say that this lunatic is tired of fantasizing every day? Some people say that you say that he is lunatic and still cares about so much? Anyway, it is quite interesting to read his diary every day.

Someone left a message, St. Bernard, don't continue to fantasize about the goddess there, come out and see the aliens, it's so awesome. After that message, a video address was also attached.

The reason why the person who left the message called him St. Bernard was not because he knew that he was the leader of the monks of the Holy See of Light. But because his FC avatar was made of a St. Bernard.

In his own words, he is a Saint Bernard who guards the goddess, meaning loyalty, courage, and salvation.

Without further ado, St. Bernard frowned, alien? Has the abyss demon that has been causing a lot of controversy recently begun to invade the earth? When he thought of the abyss demon, St. Bernard was slightly worried for his outstanding, well-behaved, and cute apprentice.

While thinking, he clicked in the video.
To be continued...