"Your brother?" Yin Simei was confused.

Li Qianxia's tone unconsciously showed off: "With my brother, even if the direct vampire baron you mentioned comes, we won't be afraid."

It always seemed unreliable... Yin Simei turned to Yang Qinglan and confirmed with her.

"Not bad." Yang Qinglan wrote lightly.

"I remember this sentence." Li Qianxia gritted her teeth and said.

She was only allowed to speak ill of her brother, and anyone else who dared to speak was her enemy!

"Lan... do you know her brother?" the old nun suddenly said.

Yang Qinglan stopped talking, remembering her identity as a preparatory saint.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit subtle. The little nun was like a newborn deer, looking back and forth at the adults with her eyes.

The Saint of Preparation met a man and thought he was okay... Yin Simei could not wait to get out of the car immediately and share this incident with her friends.

When they arrived at the hotel, the group decided to seize the opportunity to kill Edison during the day.

"Eat, rest for half an hour, and set off on time at 2 o'clock." The old demon hunter simply arranged, "Sister Watson, please treat Yin Simei, Us."

The old nun nodded, and the others remained silent and prepared in silence.

"I heard that you have a brother." Bridget said to Li Qianxia while eating potato and beef stew.

Li Qianxia concentrated on eating and said nothing.

The other young witchers looked at Bridget mockingly.

"I'm done eating!" Li Qianxia was the first to get up, "Go back to your room and rest first."

Finally I have some alone time and can call my brother! Li Qianxia’s steps are so light that they can fly.

"Xia, come back and wait until Yin Simei finishes eating." The old demon hunter stopped her without refusing.

Without giving Li Qianxia a chance to argue, he said to Yin Simei: "Eat quickly."

"Yes." Yin Simei ate her food in two bites.

"..."

Yang Qinglan watched Li Qianxia go away, her back looking like a student who had not done her homework last night and was brought into the office by the teacher today.

After eating, she followed the old nun to see how she treated Yin Simei and Wushu.

The old nun dropped holy water on their wounds, pressed her hands on them, and recited a prayer, a long and soft whisper, as gently as a mother using a cotton swab to pick out her child's ears.

A layer of faint golden light appeared on the palm of the old nun's pressed hands, and then, as if infected and transmitted, the holy water also glowed with golden light.

"Hiss!" Yin Simei and Wusi gasped.

"It hurts?" Li Qianxia asked Yin Simei curiously.

"Itchy!" Yin Simei replied holding her breath, her expression as painful as torture.

After praying, the little nun handed the old nun a veil, and the old nun wiped the sweat on her forehead.

"Please have a good rest. You shouldn't take action for a short time, but there is nothing we can do about the situation." The old nun told the two of them.

"Yes, thank you." Yin Simei and Wusi nodded and saluted.

After the three nuns left, the demon hunters couldn't rest for a short time. It was too hot. Air conditioning was only invented in 1902 and gradually became popular in 1950, and now it's only 1880!

"Why don't we get some ice?" suggested Dancy from Fighting Wuta.

"If you want there to be no frozen soil at the critical moment, bah," Sivit from the Spider Academy spat out the food residue in his mouth, "I have no objection."

"Abram?" Dancy asked the other party's opinion.

Abram gritted his teeth, but before he could answer, the old demon hunter's voice came: "You want me to kick each of your butts, boys?"

There was no sound in the room.

"Cool~" Li Qianxia admired in a low voice.

The old witcher bowed like a gentleman, then closed his eyes, sat on a chair, and rested with his feet up.

There was completely no sound in the room.

Yang Qinglan followed the old nun back to the nuns' room. The young nun lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep in the cool and pleasant temperature.

Yang Qinglan asked the old nun in a low voice, the prayer for unlocking the skills of the Gospel for free in the morning, and the prayer for healing just now.

"This is what the nun is responsible for. What you should do, Lan, is to pray to the Gospel." The old nun refused to tell her.

"Know more about things and get more protection. If you are injured, I can also treat you."

The old nun shook her head slightly: "Of course there are better gospels."

"Lan," she interrupted Yang Qinglan, who was about to continue speaking, "I want to rest and prepare for the battle in the afternoon."

Yang Qinglan had no choice but to nod.

If it were Yao Chi, with the S-level instinct "Beloved Concubine", whether it was a nun or a demon hunter, I'm afraid he would have already known everything and said it all.

She lay on the bed, pretended to yawn, and took a pill that could restore her abilities. She felt that she must learn a skill that could hypnotize or read memories as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if she experiences one more world, she will lose another thing - for example, in the United States in 1880, she can only watch and have no way to acquire the knowledge of demon hunters and nuns.

Yang Qinglan closed her eyes.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone in the group was in better spirits. Although some people were yawning, they were obviously in good condition.

The three nuns and two female witchers got into the carriage, and the other witchers set up awnings and walked into the scorching sun.

"The sun is always shining, and we just toss and turn in it." The old nun whispered, "Praise the Lord."

The little nun followed and prayed: "Praise the Lord."

"Praise the Lord." Yang Qinglan also said.

Li Qianxia pursed her lips and turned her head, seeming to be snickering.

The old nun, the young nun, and Yin Simei looked at her strangely. Yang Qinglan didn't look sideways, knowing that Li Qianxia thought of her brother's 'lord'.

"Sister Lan, could you please show me the way?" the old demon hunter came over and said.

"Yeah." Yang Qinglan nodded.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is cold, holy, and unattainable, and this is actually the case.

She will have no interest in the people around her in the future, let alone in the past, when she shouldn't have any feelings.

It is absolutely impossible for Li Qianxia to feel sympathy for Beatrice like she did.

The carriage rattled as it drove out of Menlo Park Town. Yang Qinglan closed her eyes and felt the shadow cat's position.

Li Qianxia opened the car window slightly. Under the sun, everything on the earth became dazzling. She didn't know where her brother was hiding, maybe in this small town.

She wants to turn into a snow owl and fly around the town, but such an obvious abnormality will definitely attract the attention of lurking players.

After closing the car window, she also closed her eyes and concentrated on preparing for the next battle - since her brother was not here, she could only rely on herself.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Penguin, Walrus, Pegasus and Edison were hiding in the small forest where they came from.

There is a lake in the small forest. The penguins have frozen half of the lake and are lying leisurely on an ice chair to bask in the sun.

Walrus snores and sleeps on the ice.

Pegasus was taking a nap in the shade of a tree on the shore, taking advantage of the cold air on the ice to cool off.

Edison was tied to a tree, his mouth and head tilted, and he fell into a coma.

The walrus turned over comfortably. For some reason, the penguin was upset and angry when he saw this scene.

"Fat pig!" it cursed in a low voice, hugged its "arms" and tried to sleep.

"Hululu~~" The walrus snored.

Penguin turns over on ice chair.

"Hululu~" The walrus exhaled again.

The penguin began to gnash his teeth.

"Snoring——"

"Damn pig, wake up!" The penguin jumped up and kicked, and the walrus rolled to the shore with a grunt.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Walrus woke up, propped up his upper body, and looked around nervously.

"You are not allowed to sleep until I fall asleep!" the penguin roared, emitting faint sound waves.

"Drinka!" Pegasus Lis stood up, its voice was very handsome, and it was impossible to tell the difference between male and female.

Penguin was stunned for a moment and then reacted: "There are enemies!"

As long as it is in an impetuous mood, it proves to be dangerous.

"Huh? Huh?" The walrus glanced at the penguin and then at the Pegasus, not yet awake from his nap.

"Are you ready to meet the enemy? Or run away?" Pegasus asked Penguin.
To be continued...