Papa Paladin

  Chapter 265 What I deserve (13)

  In the world of Sadya, Zuo Yi received an important mission when he was just promoted to a great knight, to single-handedly chase down an evil black wizard.

  After a fierce battle, he threw his long sword at the last moment and pierced the heart of the dark wizard.

   At first, he thought he had won the victory, but he didn't expect that the black wizard's vitality was extremely strong. After being pierced through the heart, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. When Zuo Yi pulled out his long sword, he exploded.

   As a result, the black wizard failed to escape, but Zuo Yi almost capsized in the gutter when he won a big victory, and he lay on the hospital bed for more than half a month before recovering.

  This incident taught Zuo Yi a very profound lesson, let him know that first of all, he should not trust his eyes too much, what the eyes see may not be the truth.

  Secondly, making up the knife is very important, which is related to the success or failure of life and death.

  Finally, be careful sailing forever!

  The horse-faced head lowering teacher in front of him looked dead on the surface, without breathing and heartbeat, and the emergency doctor could only declare him dead when he ran over.

  But no matter how cleverly the other party disguised himself, he couldn't cover up his fire of life, and couldn't deceive Zuo Yi's perception!

  To deal with this kind of "pseudo" dead, Zuo Yi didn't even use his fists.

  He popped a small flame with his fingers.

  The size of this flame is only three to four centimeters, and it doesn't look much different from the flames of ordinary candles, but the color is extremely pure.

  It flew forward silently for a distance of five or six meters, and landed on the body of the horse-faced head-down master.

  Boom!

   It was like throwing a burning match into the gasoline barrel, and the raging flames shot up into the sky, completely covering the body of the horse-faced head-subduing master.

"what!"

  The horse-faced head-down master, who seemed to be dying at first, suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream, jumped up suddenly and fell heavily, and then fell silent.

The flame that Zuo Yi popped up condensed the terrifying power of holy fighting spirit. Not to mention flesh and blood, even a body of steel could still be smelted. Not left.

   Only a wisp of green smoke curled up and disappeared into the air in a blink of an eye.

   Punish evil oath, completed!

  Feeling the surging power from the imprint of faith, Zuo Yi lit a cigarette for himself.

   It's time to go home.

  Although he has not been away from home for a long time, he misses his relatives at home very much.

  Just as Zuo Yi turned around and was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dark red cane falling on the ground.

   This is the magical weapon originally used by the horse-faced head-down master, and it fell when he was blown away by his punch.

  Zuo Yi thought for a while, then reached out and grabbed the cane. The cane was immediately pulled by an invisible force and flew into his hand.

   Without careful observation, Zuo Yi put the cane directly into the space ring.

   Just treat it as a tourist souvenir.

   After flicking the soot, Zuo Yi stepped out of the messy apse, and returned to the front hall through the long corridor.

  The front hall was in a state of chaos. A group of people just ran over when they heard the noise. Some of them were furious, some were yelling, and some were treating the comatose on the ground.

   "Saxi Duo!"

  One of them suddenly found Zuo Yi, and immediately yelled, attracting everyone's attention.

  In an instant, the palace became very quiet. Dozens of people in strange costumes stared at Zuo Yi with fierce eyes!

"Who are you?"

  A burly man with a naked upper body stood out from the crowd and yelled at Zuo Yi: "Did you do this?"

  Speak English well.

  Zuo Yi nodded: "Yes."

   "Then you go to hell!"

  The burly man grinned grimly, pulled out a pistol stuck in his trouser pocket, and pulled the trigger on Zuo Yi!

boom!

   Zuo Yi suddenly raised his hand to block his eyes.

  He flipped his wrist, and there was a yellow bullet in his palm, which had a metallic luster under the light.

The burly man's move was indeed unexpected. Who would have thought that someone would carry a gun with him in the mysterious Witch God Temple, but let alone a weak pistol, even if he fired at Zuo Yi with a Vulcan cannon, it would not be too difficult. will have any effect.

  The burly man and his friends were all stunned!

   Catching bullets with bare hands?

  Even a powerful head-down master would not dare to use flesh and blood to directly confront modern weapons like this.

  Many people felt fear in their hearts and quietly took two steps back.

   "Die!"

  The burly man unbelievingly wanted to shoot Zuo Yi again.

"Humph!"

  Before he pulled the trigger, Zuo Yi snorted coldly.

   Rewarded the other party with a "Zhushen stab".

  The burly man suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes were sluggish and he was trembling all over, blood gushed out of his eyes, ears, nose and mouth at the same time, and he fell back weakly to the ground.

  Such a strange scene fell into the eyes of those around, and they were all scared out of their wits.

  The expressions of several head-down masters also changed drastically!

   I don’t know who yelled, and a group of people looked like rabbits driven by a lion, screaming and running away desperately.

   I ran away in a blink of an eye.

  But there was a head-down master in a green robe who stayed behind, standing at the entrance of the main hall, his face changing and undecided. He wanted to raise the cane in his hand several times, but he didn't have enough courage to cast a spell to attack.

  Zuo Yi smiled and asked, "Aren't you running?"

  The green-robed head-subduing master was silent.

  At this moment, there was an earth-shattering noise outside, and those people who had escaped before ran over again one after another, and all of them looked excited.

  They spread out in the hall, forming a siege to Zuo Yi!

  These guys looked at Zuo Yi at this moment without any fear or fear in their eyes, but instead showed the meaning of "you are dead".

   Is the BOSS coming?

   Zuo Yi was a little curious.

  The next moment, another group of people rushed into the hall.

   This group of people is much more upscale in terms of dress and manner. Most of them are heads-down masters holding canes, but the colors of the robes are different, which obviously represents the status class in the temple.

   Among them, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly a white-robed head-down master surrounded by stars and moons.

  He looks very young and quite handsome, but his bald head is covered with dark blue totem tattoos, and there is a bright red round mole on the center of his brow, which makes him look quite seductive.

   What this white-robed head descendant holds in his hand is a golden staff inlaid with a huge ruby!

  Ayuro!

  A name instantly appeared in Zuo Yi's mind.

  The eyes of the two met, and the white-robed master lowered his head slightly and saluted: "Dare to ask, but you are from Daxia?"

  The Chinese characters are correct and the accent is round, and his voice is magnetic, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"yes."

  Zuo Yi smiled slightly: "Are you Ayuluo?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall who could understand Chinese glared at him!

  Because among these people, Ayuruo is the spokesperson of the supreme witch **** in the world, and exists like a true god.

   Zuo Yi should immediately kneel down and beg for forgiveness if he knows a little bit!

   "Defiler!" "Kneel!" "Dead!"

   Roaring, roaring, and yelling suddenly sounded, and they hit Zuo Yi like a violent storm.

  Ayuro raised his hand, and all the noise disappeared instantly!

  The high prestige of this big head drop master can be seen.

   "I am Ayurah."

  The white-robed head-down master smiled and said, "Dare to ask your surname, why did you come here?"

  Since the other party is so polite, Zuo Yi doesn't mind chatting with him a few more words: "My name is Zuo Yi, and I'm here for revenge."

   "Revenge?"

  Ayuro's eyes were fixed: "Your Excellency Zuo Yi, do you have a grudge against Lafalgar?"

"yes."

Lafalgar is undoubtedly the horse-faced head lowering master just now, Zuo Yi replied: "Many years ago, he put the soul-devouring curse on my aunt. My aunt has no grievances or enmity with him, but your Apprentice Bai Nali wants to kill my aunt."

   "You said, should he die?"

  Ayuro was silent for a while, and said: "Bai Nali was not my disciple a long time ago. I didn't know about Lafaga's life-eating curse on your aunt. He really deserves to die."

  Zuo Yi smiled: "Now that Lafalgar has been killed by me, do you want to avenge him?"

"No."

  Ayuro took a deep look at Zuo Yi and said, "Lafalgar deserves what he deserves."

  Everyone around was dumbfounded.

  They never dreamed that the mighty Ayuluo would be so polite to Zuo Yi, not even avenging Lafalgar.

  Lafalgar is his third disciple, a powerful and loyal one!

   "In that case."

  Zuo Yi said: "Then I'm leaving."

  Ayuro made a gesture: "Please."

  The people blocking the gate subconsciously gave way and watched Zuo Yi leave the hall.

   Ayuruo watched Zuo Yi's figure disappear, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes!

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