Live broadcast in the world of anime

The time is now nearly 12 o’clock in the evening.

The door of the Dongmu Church was closed, but Wang Dong still pushed open the outermost fence door and entered the Dongmu Church area.

The environment here is simple, not at all like the golden splendor of the temple for worship in Huaxia, and a few old trees are making green makeup spots next to the huge church building.

A little further away is a graveyard of tombstones.

Presumably, even during the day, non-devout believers would never step into this remote and dead area.

“Wow, that’s spooky enough.”

“Just now I seem to have seen a ghost fire appear in the place where tombstones are stacked, hiss… Wow, I feel like I can’t sleep tonight, I’m so scared. ”

“Ah, ah, I’m really a slut, I obviously know that there is a cemetery next to the Dongmu Church, why should I look at it!” I feel cold behind me now, and I dare not look back. ”

“What are you guys, I have been holding my pee until now in order to see the true face of Mother C for the first time. As a result, Mrs. C’s true appearance did not see, but she saw the gloomy cemetery! I don’t dare to go to the toilet alone now, what should I do? Asking for help, urgent!!! ”

“Don’t be afraid, you are not alone, there are many ghosts around you, they will accompany you to the toilet.”

“Paralysis! You stick your head out in front, I promise not to kill you!! ”

“How do you feel that the anchor is not afraid at all?”

“Because I am bold and careful, what is there to be afraid of the tombstone? Ghost fire can also explain the principle of generation from a scientific point of view. You’re just scaring yourselves. Moreover, more terrifying than ghosts, human beings are good. The king shook his head and walked to the main entrance of the main hall of the church.

Stopped, took a deep breath, bowed his head slightly, and quickly recalled the plan in his mind.

“No problem.” Wang Dong stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the main hall.

“Oh. Sir, is there something wrong with arriving at church so late? Sure enough, Yan Fengli was in the main hall of the main hall at this time, that is, the bishop’s platform of the prayer hall.

He stood next to the magic prop, which resembled a communication horn flower of a classical music player, and was unsurprised by the appearance of Wang Dong.

“The Lord led me here, Father.” Wang Dong made a reverent appearance and whispered to Yan Feng Lizheng, “Father, I want to repent to the Lord, I am guilty. ”

“It turns out to be a lost lamb, no matter what sins you have, as long as you repented religiously to the Lord, the Lord will forgive you, forgive you, and always guide you on the right path.” Yan Fenglizheng’s voice was dignified and solemn, he picked up a Bible from the podium next to him and opened it, and then waved his hand to Wang Dong, “Repent to the Lord, believer of the Lord.” ”

“Thank you, Father.” Lowering his head, Wang Dong walked slowly towards Yan Feng Lizheng from the gate of the main hall.

“Which play is the anchor acting? Anchors who believe in Christ? ”

“I also looked confused.”

“Ignorant country has a confused road, ignorant tree on the side of the road, ignorant fruit on the tree, there is still me under the tree, get up and walk on the ignorant road, bump into the beside the confused tree, there is a you on the ignorant tree, fall us together, sleep in the ignorant grave in this life, be ignorant soul after death in this life, be ignorant in the next life, Xiu Zhen becomes a confused god, steal the forbidden fruit and degrade it as a person~”

“666666, a good poem, a good poem~~~”

“There are talented people from the Jiangshan generation, and each leader has been confused for hundreds of years.”

“Stupid! Look carefully at the streamer’s expression! ”

“Wow, stupid brother is out again~”

“Stupid brother, quickly explain to me, explain which play the anchor is playing?”

Stupid brother: “Based on my understanding of FZ, Yanfeng Lizheng is not much weaker than Yanfeng Qili!” You must know that Yan Feng Qili’s Bajiquan is still taught by Yan Feng Lizheng, although Yan Feng Lizheng is not a “surrogate” and does not know magic in itself, but his personal strength is definitely not to be underestimated! The anchor intends to get close to Yanfeng Lizheng, and then use his physique strengthened by Medea’s magic support to take Yanfeng Lizheng with one blow before the Hassan individuals stationed in the church do not react! ”

“Wow, so it is, after such an explanation by the stupid brother, it suddenly became enlightened.”

“The anchor is so insidious.”

“Yes, obviously after Medea’s magic support, he has an overwhelming advantage in physical fitness, but he still has to play sneak attack, and the anchor’s heart is really dirty.”

“Didn’t the anchor say that he was a martial arts expert before? Even if Yan Feng Lizheng’s Bajiquan attainment is very good, his physical condition has long lived up to his prime, and his physical fitness has begun to decline as old age, and he can’t compete with the anchor in any case. By the way, isn’t caster restraining assassin? ”

“Restraint … You’re afraid you’re playing too many games. This is reality, not games, pro without blood bars. ”

“Why did the anchor throw the gun before, as long as the other party is a human, there is nothing that cannot be solved with one shot, even if there is, then two shots!”

In the flow of the barrage in the live broadcast room, Wang Dong finally walked to a distance of only two or three meters from Yan Feng Lizheng.

“Lord, I am sinful and I repent. After coming to this world, I felt like I was controlled by a vicious beast, and I really didn’t want to do that much, but…”

Wang Dong suddenly raised his head, and his originally flat expression suddenly became hideous.

The half-curved hands and legs stomped violently to borrow the force, and at the moment when Yan Feng Lizheng was stunned, Wang Dong came to Yan Feng Lizheng’s side.

Face to face, the distance between the two is not more than half a meter!

Soft boxing Baguazhang!

As a Bajiquan master, even if his physical function has declined because of his age, Yan Feng Lizheng’s fighting instinct is still there.

It’s too late, though.

The palm that was strengthened by magic support, the palm that condensed the magic bomb, was pasted to Yan Feng Lizheng’s heart.

Boom!

The magic bomb exploded, and the beating heart shattered like porcelain.

“Uh…” his eyes widened sharply, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a bright red.

Yan Fengli was glaring at Wang Dong in disbelief, and then leaned forward and fell on Wang Dong’s shoulder, losing his breath.