My god.

Solan sighed inwardly, unable to refuse anything, so he could only let Shirley hold him in his arms.

"Soran!Soran!Soran!Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

This pear blossom rain was so deep that Shirley had been held in for too long. Naturally, she didn't know that she was trapped in the coffin, but the environment where the sun was dark, her whole body was tied up, and no one could communicate with her was easily tolerated by anyone? Finally, she saw the light, finally saw the savior, especially Soran Adams, hugged and cried, how could she bear it?

"I knew you came back to save me... I knew... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Snot and snot!

Compared to snot, tears are nothing.

Solan looked at his shirt with distress, and he had to wash his clothes tonight. He obviously came to rescue all the way, and kept his clothes clean, but he was in danger of his death. He was not torn apart by the enemy, burned by the explosion and fireworks, nor was he soaked and contaminated by any blood, but was wiped out by Shirley's snot and tears!

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, don't cry, look at what your little face is like. Come on, come on, touch, touch, don't cry anymore."

Solan sighed. While enduring the pain of his shirt being stained by snot and tears, he had to constantly comfort the perpetrator, constantly caress her back and coax her. When a man is suffering, a man who can save beauty, it is even more painful!

Then in desperation, he turned his head.

“…”

“…”

Each other is silent.

Arya entered the house and was standing three feet away from him. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old half-aged child was tilting his head, tilting his body, pinching his waist, straddling his breath, swaying his mouth, and staring at Solan. Especially when he saw him, he even shook his head with a disgusting look on his face.

Solan opened his arms and waved his feet helplessly.

Suddenly, Shirley raised her head.

It is true that there is still a little bright under her nose, but most of her snot has been successfully applied to Solan's shirt and it is very clean.

It’s good if you don’t have a snot, what’s the only thing left?

The next second, she hugged Solan's neck tightly and put her rosy little mouth up.

"Woo?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

“Woo…………!”

Where to look at this time is no longer important, because Solan has fully opened his senses. Of course, his vision was blocked by Shirley, but he still could see clearly that Arya finally couldn't stand it. She turned around as if "I never want to see you again" and then headed towards the huge pit at the door.

"Ally...Woo...Sherley!"

Finally, Shirley let go of her mouth and his mouth.

For a moment, only breathing sounds were heard. Shirley's face was pretty red, her chest was constantly undulating, and she didn't dare to look at Solan and nodded slightly, indicating that she had completely come back to her senses.

"It's good to be safe." Solan spoke on his behalf and pressed her shoulder hard. She was still so slender and weak, but now it is not the time when children are in love or calculating ethical relationships.

A scream suddenly arose. In front of the church door, Arya was holding the puppet master's neck with one hand. She couldn't see clearly what her right hand was doing, but she heard the puppet master let out a second scream, and her whole body twitched even more convulsively. The scream almost broke through the dome of the church, and even attracted the night birds flying in the distance, and the chirping continued!

"Alia!"

Solan shouted sternly and teleported away immediately, an illusory shadow flashed continuously, spanning the entire church.

The next second, Arya had let go and the puppet master fell to the ground.

"What did you do to him?"

On the ground, the puppet master's lower abdomen was stained with blood, and the bandage was broken, revealing the wound inside. This was a huge penetrating injury, and the most amazing thing was that Solan saw that it showed no sign of healing at a glance. This is not a joke. Even though the puppet master's constitution is weak, with his zombie group, how could he recover from his injuries be invisible to the naked eye?

"Just poked it." Arya's answer was very concise, and it was also true that her right hand was penetrated into the puppet master's lower abdomen, and her hands were covered in dark red blood.

Solan naturally glanced at her palm immediately, a little strange. There seemed to be some signs of injury in the gap between her four fingers, but the wound healed in the blink of an eye. Since that was the case, Solan ignored it and looked at the puppet master who was like a soft-legged shrimp.

It was incredible that he actually felt so painful. As a zombie, it was no problem to have broken limbs and bones. His lower abdomen was just pierced by his palms. Why did he scream like this? Especially at this time, he rolled all over the ground regardless of the enemy, and his nerves stimulated his brain?

"Hey, man."

Solan squatted down and patted the puppet master's body with thin bones: "This is not the first time we have had a fight, and now we are finally having a chat. How about it, are you excited? Are you excited? Are you happy? I am a little excited, what about you?"

The puppet master was still in deep pain and was slapped by Solan's palm and his whole body shivered.

"Oh, it seems you are really excited." Solan looked clear and raised the corner of his mouth: "Now let's explain it honestly. You turned our Shirley here, it's a church, a cross, a hexagram and a shitty thing about you. What the hell are you doing?"

He still has the strength to speak, and he has this plan. The puppet master gradually became less painful. He lay softly on the ground and opened his mouth slowly.

"You have destroyed the sacred scene..."

Solan frowned and tskated: "Speak human words."

But this seemed to be the answer of the puppet master. He lay on his side, glanced at Solan weakly, and giggled.

"Silly guy, you don't know what you're facing..."

After all, he was speaking English, but his hoarse accent sounded unpleasant. After all, this was different from Nina's magnetic voice. Solan paused his tongue again, stood up, and gently kicked the puppet master alone.

"oh!"

The toes hit the wound, and the soft-footed shrimp appeared as scheduled. This time it was Solan's turn to chuckled.

"Hey, man, do you want to guess how old I am?"

Asking the question, he actually took the initiative to change the topic. This was by no means a routine. The puppet master covered his wound in pain, twitching, but after the pain passed and after listening to this question for the second time, he really couldn't help but cooperate.

"How many years have you... lived?"

He glanced at Solan weakly, and the pain in his lower abdomen was still there, but he was not as surging as a mortal: "One hundred years? Or two hundred years?"

Seeing Solan still looking at him with a smile, the puppet master blinked and finally showed a hint of shock: "Three hundred years? Four... Four hundred years!?"

His voice spread clearly throughout the church.

"One or two hundred, three or four hundred, one or two thousand, three or four thousand, or coexist with the earth and coexist with the universe."

Solan clapped his hands casually, looked down at the puppet master, and sprinkled some dust in his palm onto his face.

"Anyway, I have lived longer than you, and I have seen many more routines than you. So, please listen to me, speak human language, speak English, speak human language, don't play with those divine things for me. What a sacred scene, what don't know what you are facing... Damn, do you kid know what you are facing? Pretend to the old senior, you kid is trying to die!"

The next second, with a bang, Solan kicked the puppet master's belly again!

"ah…………!"

There was a shocking scream, but Solan had a second kick, a third kick, a fourth kick, and his endless mouth cannon.

"I told you to show off!"

"I told you to pretend to be deep!"

"You can't speak human words!"

"A holy scene!?"

"I don't know what I'm facing!"

"You fucking think it's still medieval now!"

"I have long been aware of this generation. Do you understand?"

"A idiot in the information age!"

"The Hollywood screenwriters can pretend to understand better than you!"

"There are so many movies all day long, what the hell are you unable to make up the plot!?"

"Depend on!"

The last kick hit the wound, and the puppet master simply couldn't even scream. A bent-bowed prawn spanned the floor, and his whole body was swaying like an epilepsy.

Solan finally clapped his hands and cleared the dust.

"Alia, you're responsible for watching this idiot pretending, I'll... well."

He looked back into the depths of the church.

In front of the swaying fire, a girl in police uniform was already shocked.
Chapter completed!