Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Sister Alyssa was almost going to abduct her to the Catholic side and send her to the choir!

Winnet's confidence surged.

She coughed twice, cleared her throat, and sang:

"Oh, some men go to whiskey, and some women to gin!

But no matter what to drink~

can't compare~

The ecstasy after drinking the radiance of the Holy Spirit~

And some men like to drink beer,

Some women prefer red wine,

But if you want to have the most wonderful feeling~

The most wonderful feeling~

You should open your mouth and chant the radiance of the Holy Spirit~

~啊~

And brandy soda, rum, rye whiskey, Coke~

can't compare~

Drinking the radiance of the Holy Spirit~

Let's chant together~

Holy, holy, holy~the radiance of the holy spirit~"

As soon as Winnet finished singing, she heard the voice of a woman crawling and laughing, and applause with chaotic beats.

"Oh, Dark Angel! This is amazing...if only the lyrics could be a little hotter." Belmode bit his lip gloss, clapped his hands and laughed.

When she heard whiskey and gin, she thought that Bridge had revealed the details of the organization to the girl.

In the end, it was just a false alarm, just a... well, kind of weird hymn.

If it's just the melody part, Belmode thinks it should be a good little song, but the last few syllables are too tight, which doesn't match the grand religious songs.

Having said that, women love gin (gin), which is wrong.

Belmode thought with great interest.

A man like Qin who exudes murderous aura and doesn't know how to have fun will only arouse people's fear. Moreover, in his eyes, he has no interest in the condiment of love, and only loves the prey he hunts down.

The girl in front of her was similar to Qin—something would make her blood boil.

As Bridge described, black and paranoid blood flowed from the girl's body, and he tried hard to change the source of the girl's excitement from pleasure to salvation, so he practiced priestly training.

But judging from the results, his approach can only be said to be half successful.

The girl did grow into a devout believer, but she did not love and worship God to the point of fanaticism, but was more influenced by Bridge and the surrounding environment.

For the time being, it is not a bad development.

"It's a pity... there's no Vemouth in it," Belmode sat down on the bed, looked at Winnet, and asked, "Who is more suitable for vermouth, man or woman?"

Miss Winnet, who was a little confused, finally saw Belmode clearly in front of her.

"Lap dancer..."

"Oh, it seems, before we talk, I have to teach you manners, Dark Angel!"

Belmode crawled towards Winnet.

Miss Winette's head froze. Due to the close distance, she saw the orange devil waving by herself——

It is hidden in that deep ravine!

Miss Winette shrank into a corner like a frightened animal, and took the red pillow at the head of the bed and pressed it to her chest.

"Of course...women love it more, the flavor of fruit and citrus." Winnett saw that Belmode was getting closer, but the field of vision that came back was white and made her dizzy, "You...you What do you want to do? I, I'm going to call!"

"Ah, no one will come if you break your throat." Belmode picked up Winnet's chin with a finger, "Let's have an in-depth discussion about what you call me~"

……

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006 God is in everything

The brilliance just now seemed to be the light flashing in from outside the door. Winnet realized that this was the scene caused by Belmode's entry, and her cheeks flushed with shame.

Of course, Winnett's point of view has not changed——

It is far better to drink the radiance of the Holy Spirit than alcohol.

However, the premise is that you have not made a mistake.

The first time she sang in front of a non-believer, Miss Winette got into the flue to scrape the soot.

Belmode lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and stood on the window sill looking at his watch.

"It's getting late, Dark Angel, I have to take you somewhere tomorrow."

"Thigh...uh, Ms. Belmode, where am I going?"

Winnet slipped the tongue for a while, but was glared at by Belmode on the window sill with sharp eyes, then quickly changed her words, and stretched her knees in fear.

Weak, poor, and helpless.

Miss Winette is now just a lovely, poor blind missionary.

"Send you to school, you are only 15 years old now, Miss Winnett."

"Oh, you're crazy! School is a place of evil, I don't want to go."

Miss Winnet was like a college student who just graduated from college and didn't want to go out to find a job. She covered her head with a small quilt and retracted her head into the big, soft pillow.

Belmode pinched out the half lit cigarette, feeling like raising a disobedient daughter, she explained: "It's a university, theology... what do you think?"

"Oh, that's worse." Miss Winette banged her head against the pillow. "Don't you know that modern theology is heresy!"

"Aren't you a Protestant?" Belmode was a little helpless, she couldn't connect to the girl's train of thought.

"Sister Alyssa told me. Besides, I have given out the Ten Commandments and been baptized. There is no need to study any theology at all. To be a country pastor is Miss Winette's wish."

Ambitious Miss Winnett.

Although Belmode thought that it would be better to ask for his own opinion on such matters, the purpose of letting Winnet go to university was not to really ask her to study theology, but to use this opportunity to monitor the scientific researchers of the organization.On the other hand, she will also arrange corresponding training for Winnet - until she becomes an excellent member of the organization.

Belmode, wrapped in a bathrobe, returned to the room and lay on the other side of the bed without allowing Winnet to refute.

"This is your first mission, Dark Angel."

Belmode winked at Winnet and showed a charming smile.

Winnet felt goose bumps all over her body.

She moved her little butt to distance herself from the protruding Belmode beside her.

"Mission..." Winnet murmured, "It sounds interesting."

Is it a spy who needs to infiltrate the university campus?

To be honest, Miss Winette still likes to watch the spy movies on the old TV.

Oh, Winnet Bond!

Seeing the girl's eyes flicker, Belmode guessed that she thought of something strange again. She turned around, faced the girl, and flicked her bangs with the palm of her hand, so that the girl showed her smooth forehead.

Winnet felt being touched, and said nervously, "What are you going to do, Ms. Belmode?"

"Haha, just call me Belmode. Didn't I say that this is the code name in the organization, and the core members all have their own wine names. Of course, you also have Dark Angel."

Winnet asked a little puzzled: "I have too? But I just decided to join?"

Belmode's conditions moved her heart, and besides, she had to avenge her adoptive father symbolically, so she planned to join this organization that her adoptive father had almost never disclosed.

"Absinthe, originally Bridge's code name, now it belongs to you."

Belmode closed his eyes leisurely, and said, "I don't think you will mind."

Hearing this, Winnet bit her lip.

"Could it be that the organization is full of drunkards? Why do you have to use alcohol as a nickname?"

Belmode was taken aback, it was the first time she heard someone ask such a question.

It should be just the adult's interest.

Belmode smiled and replied, "It's not as good as drinking the radiance of the Holy Spirit."

Miss Winnet's ears blushed when she heard the words, and she stopped asking further questions.

……

Princeton University.

Winnet was amazed.

The Belmode in front of her has changed her appearance now, her hair has become the same blue and silver color as hers, her eyes have also changed to purple, and her face is very much like her large size.

Except for the bulging figure!

If she could see more clearly, she might really feel that she was her long-lost biological mother.

This is comparable to the disguise technique in martial arts novels.

Miss Winette used her wretched memory, but could not think of anything resembling Belmode.

She guessed that maybe the world is not as ordinary as she imagined. After all, she has been practicing boxing with her adoptive father for ten years, and she can already fight ten times.

It doesn't seem so strange to have a skill like disguise technique... what a ghost!

How can there be a disguise technique that even the texture of the skin is so realistic?

"God is in everything, amen!"

Winnet quickly prayed, with such a miraculous technology, it is very likely that praying to the Lord is really useful.

For example, Miss Winnet transformed into St. George, the dragon-slaying hero!

It's not impossible.

Belmode, who was standing beside her, was a little confused, so why did he suddenly start praying? Could it be that there is something related to the church nearby?

Winnet glanced at her and said quietly, "Ms. Belmode, I'm beginning to believe that you've seen pictures of me wetting the bed."

"Maybe, the story of the hallelujah giant is true, and there are also foreigners who return to the Lord, dirty cleaners, and wizards who worship glory... I really want to be blessed by the Lord, and transform myself into a sexy and beautiful woman! "

Hearing what Winnet said, Belmode felt that there was absolutely something wrong with the direction of this kind of prayer.

What's more, as a girl, being like Dark Angel is cute enough, and she is also the type that people with special hobbies flock to.

Bermoder said unhappily: "Aren't you thinking that when I met you before, I used the disguised face? There is no need to do that when I meet a friend's daughter. And, now You are also a member of the organization, and there is nothing wrong with showing your true face in front of you. Compared to these, I hope you can perform well in the interview later."

Winnet blinked in surprise: "Oh, that's what you looked like when you were 20 years old."

Belmode pinched Winnet's face hard: "Oh, you are really a bad learner, a woman's age is a secret."

"I'm ten years old this year," said Winnett, "I don't care about my health."

Belmode let go, and Winnett's cheeks were a little red and bulging.

"it hurts……"

Ms. Winnet felt what workplace bullying was called, the "care" from the seniors in the sweatshop.

……

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007 It's hard for you to fight stick pricks