Chapter 136 Trust or not(2/2)
The skills of both of them have been carefully selected. Even if they are downgraded by one level, they are still B-level.
At this moment, all six of their skill slots were finally filled. Although it was not perfect, it was as good as possible.
If you want a better and better ride, you can only take the subway and go back.
"When we get to the church later, let the two of us practice first." Yang Qinglan said to Li Changzhou.
"That's right!" Li Qianxia couldn't wait to try how much blood she had to bleed to make people obey her words, but unfortunately her brother refused to help.
"Okay, two lunches." Li Changzhou replied.
Yang Qinglan: "..."
"Look, you taught me this." Li Qianxia turned to her and said.
Yang Qinglan didn't even know what to say.
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Monreale Cathedral is located in Monreale, a satellite town of Palermo, Sicily.
The smoking man, the water girl, the darts man, and the billiards girl are sitting on the right side of the church.
On the left are the Cardinal's men, a group of monks.
Both sides look down on each other. The one on the left thinks that the right is a wild, irreligious, mudblood who cannot be loved by the "Lord". The one on the right thinks that the left is totally crazy.
In the front of the church, the icon of the Almighty Lord is carved on the high vault, and his cold eyes are watching every corner of the church.
As long as you enter this church, no matter where you stand, you will be watched by the Almighty Lord.
Under the icon, the cardinal and the nun were talking.
"Calvino is dead, Hurd has been subdued, and Yaferona is coming here with people, all with guns in their hands." The red archbishop muttered to himself, as if he was repeating what a certain existence conveyed to him.
information.
"Do you need help?" A nun with a holy and elegant temperament, but a charming figure - Laona.
The red archbishop looked into the distance and came back to his senses. His voice was quiet and calm: "Under the gaze of the Lord, no one can turn defeat into victory."
"I hope so," the nun replied.
At the seat, the four people on the right were chatting in low voices.
"Miles, what is the winning rate this time?" The cigarette man held a cigarette in his hand but did not light it.
"You have to find me a woman before I can tell you." Miles replied.
"I remember you could use your hands once?" the billiards girl's eyes were full of curiosity.
"I swore to the Lord that I would never use my hands again unless absolutely necessary." Miles looked at the Almighty Lord with a pious and respectful expression.
The cigarette man, the water girl, and the billiard girl all smashed their mouths uniformly at the same time.
"Smoking man," Miles, the dart man, glanced at the nun and then turned to the smoking man next to him, "After what happened last time, didn't you never believe me again?"
"I'm a nostalgic person. I always don't want to throw away the clothes I no longer wear at home because I think they will be used at some point. How about you? There are also wastes..."
Before Yan Man finished speaking, the nun and the red archbishop turned around at the same time and looked at the bronze door of the church more than a hundred meters away.
The door was pushed open immediately, and a group of people walked in, carrying the Mediterranean wind and the smell of bad intentions.
"Fuck! There's no need for a pool table here!" The billiard girl cursed in a low voice and stepped back.
"I don't have a girl either... Uh, um, come on, you two!" The dart man retreated together.
The cigarette man held the cigarette in his mouth, lit the lighter with his hand, and stared at the uninvited guest in front of the bronze door.
Amidst the sound of rushing water, several water tentacles broke out from the back of the water girl. Under the refraction of the sun, they were as crystal clear as glass.
The red archbishop's gaze swept across the crowd. He saw Hurd, saw Yafelona, and finally his eyes rested on the figure of Mo Hu in the front.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"'Lord'." Mohu figure replied.
Chapter completed!