Please ask the dream

The black limousine was running on the seemingly peaceful street, with cars coming and going, filled with tourists from all over the world. However, as time went by, the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road gradually became sparse, and this car finally stopped. Although it is not a wilderness, there are definitely not many normal people in front of the church.

"this……"

Seeing Feng Xue get out of the car, the welcoming preacher at the entrance of the church fence was about to speak, but Feng Xue interrupted directly:

"No need to talk nonsense, hand over the person who killed Kalandi and let this matter be over."

"Sir, this is a church, please don't..."

Feeling the killing intent leaking from the clergyman, Feng Xue grabbed him by the collar and looked at him with a pair of menacing eyes. Then his expression suddenly relaxed, and he just carried him and walked towards the courtyard. go.

Although there was not much movement here, when Feng Xue passed through the door, there were already more than a dozen people wearing clergy robes and holding various weapons in their hands guarding the main hall.

"Mr. Feng, you are not following the rules when you do this!"

An older-looking priest stood among the clergy, holding a Bible in one hand and a holy symbol in the other. His expression was solemn, but he spoke words that were very underground.

"Rules? Who made them?" Feng Xue held the welcoming clergyman with one hand, but her tone was not arrogant, but rather a matter of course.

He looked at the middle-aged priest and repeated his previous words:

"Hand over the person who killed Kalandi and let this matter be over."

"Mr. Feng, although we do have some conflicts with Councilor Qalandi, this matter is really not ours. The Tribunal will leave a special trial emblem, but other members will not leave such obvious marks, and To be honest, Senator Qalandi is not worthy of sending out the Inquisition." Angry looks began to appear on the faces of the clergy, but the priest still persuaded Feng Xue.

But Feng Xue was completely unmoved and still said in that plain but unquestionable tone:

"This has nothing to do with me. There are traces of the church at the scene, so it has to do with you. Whether you did it or someone framed the blame, it has nothing to do with me. I just hope that I can see the murderer before dawn. By the way, I want to live. of."

After saying these words, Feng Xue stopped moving, as if she wanted to wait here until dawn.

Time passed by second by second, obviously it was just a few breaths, but many people were already dripping with cold sweat. Although Feng Xue did nothing, Feng Xue seemed to be a radiation source at this time, just existing there. , will produce a strong sense of oppression.

"It's too much!"

A young preacher finally couldn't bear the mental torture and shouted out of self-defense instinct. The Holy Emblem on his chest turned into a holy white armor and enveloped him. However, he just took one step and his whole body collapsed. He collapsed weakly on the ground.

"Please hurry up."

The tone of the announcement was still neither sad nor happy, but as the words fell, dark clouds rolled up in the originally clear night sky, the soft moonlight was obscured, and the shadow cast from the sky perfectly enveloped Feng Xue, and the atmosphere also became More and more depressed.

"Peter!" Looking at his colleague who had completely lost his life, a strong atmosphere of sadness began to spread. A pair of eyes full of murderous intent stared at Feng Xue, but he didn't care at all. At this moment, there was a crisp "click" The sound suddenly sounded.

Click!

Click!

Click!

The sound, like the jumping second hand of a clock, kept beating with a mind-numbingly precise rhythm without any explanation. However, the priests present vaguely felt that every time the sound sounded, they were one step closer to death.

In the silent environment, the sound of the beating second hand was so clear and so depressing that even the seemingly calm priest's forehead began to sprout veins.

Ten seconds?

Twenty seconds?

Or longer?

As the voice continued to sound, the atmosphere in the front yard of the church suddenly changed. Rays of golden light suddenly exploded, and the strong murderous aura diluted all the depression at this moment.

"Heretics, die!"

"Defense descends."

The welcoming priest who had been carrying him was lifted up like a shield, but the offensive that covered Feng Xue did not reveal any flaws.

Dying for God is also an honor!

only……

"clang!"

Looking in disbelief at the welcoming missionary who made the sound of gold and iron, it was difficult to understand how a mortal body could block his own sharp blade that could easily cut through steel.

But he obviously had no possibility to continue thinking.

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and roaring thunder exploded in the night, but it could not cover up the sound of killing that broke out in an instant.

Feng Xue threw away the mangled body in his hands, still maintaining his calm and indifferent expression, looking at the only middle-aged priest still alive in the whole yard, and loosened the long nails that nailed him to the holy emblem of the church door. , with a rare hint of amusement in his tone:

"Since I don't plan to surrender, it's the same as taking you back."

"You madman." The priest squeezed out an angry rebuke through his teeth, but Feng Xue ignored him completely. He carried the priest like a dog.

"Master!" Hui Liuli stepped forward quickly and handed out the prepared umbrella. Feng Xue took the umbrella and pressed the button. As the umbrella opened, the raindrops fell from the sky in time, pouring into the backyard behind her. The scarlet color slowly dispersed.

"Brother!" When the driver saw Feng Xue carrying someone out, he immediately opened the door. Feng Xue threw the bloody priest into the car, waved his hand and said:

"Xiao Hui and I are walking around. You can bring people back. By the way, let Lao Wang bring people to demolish this foreign temple. It would be good to build a racecourse in such a good place."

"Okay!" The driver was used to Feng Xue's behavior. He activated his power and blocked the back compartment of the car, then started the car and disappeared into the night.

"Owner……"

"What's wrong?" Feng Xue held an umbrella and looked down at Hui Liuli beside her, only to see her shaking her furry triangular ears and saying seriously:

"Commercially speaking, the recovery rate of the funds for building the horse racing stable will be very slow. At present, we only control less than a quarter of the city of Caleb, so it will be wasteful."

"Uh... then why didn't you remind me before?" Feng Xue was slightly startled, but Hui Liuli sighed:

"You were so majestic before, reminding you will ruin the atmosphere!"

"Okay, then what do you think would be better to cover? It's a pity to leave it in such a big piece."

"Let's invite bids. If you make such a fuss, the church forces will either organize a counterattack or simply give up on Kalebo. No matter which way it is, the factions that are attached to them will be eager to find a new home and give them a pledge. , I believe they will come up with a satisfactory amount. As for what they want this 'high-priced land' to do, it has nothing to do with us." Hui Liuli said scary words with an innocent face, but Feng Xue said it. He nodded without any surprise:

"Sounds good. Well, if I let the news out that I want a horse farm, they should understand!"

"So you really want to ride a horse, right?!"