Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

The Taoist is proficient in the supernatant thunder method, and the seventh agent of the burial institution is proficient in the psychological suggestion in the field of magic.

Both are great experts in the spiritual field. At this time, a man and a woman, one in front of the other, are three meters apart, no more, no less, just three meters.

This is the limit acceptable to Taoists of Liangyi, and he has no trust in the church, especially religious fanatics.

Even old acquaintances.

"I don't have a good impression of Indians, and I don't have any impression of French... Xier, that mean and vicious woman asked you to intervene in this matter. Did she want to kill you?"

The leader of the burial organization, Naru Balek, this name is common to the patriarchs of each generation of the Balek family. Naru Balek of this generation is a murderous woman who likes to bully the members of the burial organization , each of the other seven members wanted to kill her.

Xier didn't have a good relationship with her, she and Father Dawn were rare normal people, they had always been alone, Barek hated Taoist priests, but Xier had a good personal relationship with him.

"Mr. Xu, I have always believed that staying by your side is the safest."

His real surname is too sensitive, and he is afraid that it will be associated with Liangyi's family by interested people, so he often uses an alias.

The girl brushed her flowing hair behind her ears, and there was a hint of naughtiness in her mature and steady smile: "The fifth magician passed away, and the new magician has not yet grown up. For our church, Sansaki Town is the safest place. ,certainly--"

Her expression was a little strange: "We didn't expect you to come here."

Liangyi, who was walking in front of her, couldn't see her expression, and just smiled lightly: "You should know my relationship with Aoqi Chengzi..."

"So you left that dark vampire behind and went to Japan to protect your sister-in-law?"

"..."

The Taoist turned around suddenly, Xier stopped walking tacitly, with a faint smile on his face.

"I know you have a bad relationship with Eltruchi..."

"No, I don't like all vampires."

The Taoist nodded: "That's your business. There is only one thing I want to say - Cangqi Chengzi is my friend, and coming here to help is just a deal with her. There is no sister-in-law or sister-in-law."

"As for that black princess, whether you want to kill her, or want to negotiate peace..."

His gaze became as sharp as his sword: "It has nothing to do with me, Pindao has no interest in knowing these things."

Well, with a conscience, I'm still fourth watch, although I'm only calling now.

Chapter 24 Chapter 21 Pindao is a qi trainer in Zhongnan Mountain, and his Taoist name is Dongxuanzi

The girl who still wanted to tease a few words immediately restrained her expression.

If this person changes his self-proclaimed "Poverty", he will start to be serious.

The last time he was serious, the result was that an elite team of the Magic Association was wiped out, and they were all killed in the rubble pit.

Kenneth, the director of the spirit department who led the team, almost had a nervous breakdown and could only escape in a hurry relying on the family's spiritual costume.

I heard that he is still receiving psychological treatment in the clock tower.

"Let's not talk about them, let's talk about you, Xier."

Liangyi's expression relaxed and returned to a gentle expression, as if the sharpness at that moment just now was an illusion: "Are you still looking for the reincarnation of Luo Ah's life?"

As long as Luo A is mentioned, this mature, stable, and cheerful girl in life has a gloomy expression.

After all, that guy not only ruined her family, but also caused her to live in hatred all the time in the past few years.

"Luo A has been reincarnated for several years, and he should be several years old now, but it is hard to find in the vast sea of ​​people, unless he is about to awaken..."

"I've also been to that small town in France. The atmosphere there is too mixed. The church, the Magic Association, the true ancestor, and the dead disciples can't tell who is who, so I can't use Dayan God to help you..."

One after the other, the two of them gradually came to an open suburban field, and the sun near noon was a little dazzling.

"Speaking of which, we haven't had a serious fight yet, have we?"

The breeze blows the flowers that bloom early in spring, and a little dew hangs down.

The Taoist priest in pure yang turned around: "Your task this time should be related to the pastor of the church who died yesterday."

Xier sighed in distress: "Sir, you killed too much. No matter how wrong the pastors of Hetian Church are, they are the backbone to protect the common people from the scourge of the Dead Apostles. We need an explanation for your massacre for no reason."

"I will kill whoever comes to kill me."

There was an occasional flash of purple in his eyes, and his tone unknowingly became sharp: "Over the years, the Church of the Holy Church has made things difficult for Mr. Xu, and you must be very clear. When I was in Europe, I was already unable to move an inch, and I was given a lot of names. The Hetian Church is just an unpopular thing in the Far East, and they dared to risk the world and united with their most intolerable dead disciples to test me. , I ask you, who gave them the courage?"

The hem of the Taoist robe and the blue gourd at the waist fluttered in the wind.

His gaze was like a sword, and he looked straight into those big sky blue eyes: "The impoverished way of running across the world is not a gift from some ghost god, and there is no backer in the Magic Association. Just with a sword, you can let me wait for you!" Bow your head!"

The girl paled and took a step back.

"The poor are not under the control of heaven, they can't help but be restrained, and they are free and easy. Even if thousands of people stand in front of them, they will be cut off with a single sword!"

His eyes are like the cold sword edge, stirring the sword intent in the spring breeze with a hint of chill: "So, why do I need to explain to you?"

………………

There are many things that don't make sense.

Talk about being reasonable and reasonable, how many people have actually spoken the truth?

The truth needs to be proved by practice, that is, it needs to be done - the winner is naturally right, and the loser can only lie down obediently no matter how reasonable you are.

Take off your pants first...

So when Xier came to ask the crime on behalf of the burial agency, he was already ready to do it.

A job is a job, a personal relationship is a personal relationship.

Tsk tsk tsk, personal relationship...

How should I put it, this girl who used to be the reincarnated body of Roa, in terms of strength, is in the middle and upper reaches of the Burial Agency, but once you count the immortality she possesses, and some experiences she doesn't want to recall, plus On her seventh holy book...

It still makes Taoist priests feel quite tricky.

The so-called Seventh Holy Code hunts the rumored unicorn (not Maurilan) that devours the soul, and uses its horn as a key.

Sentences denying reincarnation are engraved on the surface of the horn. It took nearly a thousand years after it was made, so it was inhabited by elves, and it was sanctified over the years, and was finally improved into a huge pile driver by Xier himself.

Yes, you read that right, Piledriver.

Every time he saw that thing, the Taoist felt that his ass was a little strange, too thick.

Of course, what made him feel troublesome was the "denial of reincarnation".

The function of the Seventh Sacred Code is to "deny reincarnation", that is to say, if you are bombarded, your soul will be scattered. This is something specially used to deal with Roa.But as a cultivator who has achieved success in the primordial spirit and can disarm or seize the house in the worst case, he hates this concept of arming even more than Luo Ah.

"Damn it, something specifically aimed at souls is worse than cucumber sticks!"

In the black and white pupils are overwhelming black keys.

Shidian is a general term for the spells used by the church to exorcise demons. It is actually a kind of magic ritual.

Generally, only a small number of church agents can use it, but in the burial institution that pursues the supremacy of power, this kind of thing can be used freely without restriction.

This is also Xier's main attack method. At the same time, she soars into the air and extends the distance. She knows very well that this guy's ability to fight in close quarters is not the slightest bit strong.

But after all, she was a beat slower, and her movements were very fast. The series of methods just now can be said to be done in one go, flowing, but no matter how fast she is, she can't hide from the eyes of the Taoist priest.

The blue and white Taoist robe is fluttering, and the Taoist priest with the fairy wind is turning the table in his heart. His moves are the best of the Taoist school-Dong Xuanzi's thirty-six forms of Sanshou, the mighty star falls, the circle flows six emptiness, his body is looming in the wind, full of spring The world of Gu Fufeng was silent for a while, the sound of the wind blowing down the apricot blossoms disappeared for a moment, and the tender yellow wicker swaying with the wind also fell silent at the same time.

The eyes of the girl who was still flying and dodging in the magic dress in the air suddenly appeared heavy waves, and amidst the subtle ripples in the air, there was a bit of dazzling brilliance.

The sky is bright yellow and purple, and a leisurely and independent figure floats with the wind, changing from extreme movement to extreme stillness. Under the star crown, while the black hair is dancing wildly, two slender fingers gently point to Xi who is still in shock. Yale.

Gently touch her forehead.

It only took one breath, and the seventh representative of the burial agency was ready to die.

………………

It was already noon when we returned to the Jiuyuan Temple Western House, and the three little ghosts were surrounding the apricot-yellow flag planted at the door, as if they were studying something.

Taoist waved his sleeve robe, and the apricot-yellow flag turned into a stream of light and slipped into his sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

In his right hand, he held some lunch boxes bought from the supermarket, and handed them to Fujino: "Go and heat these up, your teacher is still at school at noon today, and won't be back."

The little girl nodded obediently, glanced at him a little shyly, and ran to the kitchen.

Liangyi touched his face inexplicably: "Is it more handsome to be a teacher?"

Fei Cui made a shy gesture of shaving his face at him and ran to the kitchen.

"Wet is really narcissistic."

"nonsense!"

She glared at Hu Po, who wanted to hug her, and walked into the room with a flick of her sleeves: "Let me see if the clothes are clean, if they are not clean, I will spank my butt tonight..."

There is a type of novel called the slow heat type, and another type called the slow dirty type, slowly dirty, um, slowly dirty.

I'm...not palatable, not palatable, Roland, you're talking nonsense.

Chapter 25 Chapter 22 I scared a magician away with my eyes

Only the part of the stairs facing the gate of the mansion extends to the left and right in front of the huge portrait of a one-eyed man.

On the left is the room of Kuonji Yuzu and her deceased parents, and on the right is the guest room that looks a bit human because Aoko lives in it.

In the huge portrait, one eye of the man is missing, leaving only a deep hole in the handsome face-a defect that is not concealed with blindfolds or dark glasses as usual, but is exposed nakedly. displayed on the canvas.

The one-eyed man in ragged clothes looked serious, but when he looked closely, he seemed to be trying to hold back a smile. His expression was calm and natural, and he did not appear embarrassed by the lack of one eye at all, as if he was born with only one eye. As calm as an eye.

In the twilight, under the dim light, there was a girl with long black and straight, talking to herself in a spirited way.

"I am a magician."

"What's the difference between a magician and a magician?"

"It's really troublesome. To put it simply, a magician is someone who can do things that science can't do, and a magician is someone who uses a different method to do things that science can do."