The 11th Night Rules for Critical Persons (2)

Dark red roses covered the chair, and the man sitting on the chair had a weathered charm. The black priest wears a cross necklace.

"Feather, long time no see! Do you want to sit down and drink some coffee? You know this thing is very refreshing." The priest picked up the pot from his hand, and the mellow and fragrant coffee poured into the cup. "Come"

"Well, it's been a long time, Father Laifu." Yuyi took the cup and sat on the red chair opposite. The coffee was fragrant and melted in your mouth.

"What do you want from me this time?" the priest asked.

"Have you been in contact with the devil? Just a while ago, there was news from our internal intelligence network that the devil you met was a big shot!" He put down the cup and wiped away the residue from the corners of his lips with his wings.

"Sorry, I can't say it. You know I'm no longer a critical person!" As soon as he finished speaking, a spinning knife scattered with miserable sparks reached his throat.

"Don't say it! Ridiculous, go to hell with your neutrality! Do you know? Who can be neutral nowadays, priest! You are just a coward, aren't you?" The knife held in Feiyi's hand slowly lowered. "You are not worthy of me killing you!" He turned to leave, turned the door and saw a faint light shining through the gap in the door.

"water." The priest grinned and spit out the word.

"Thank you." The door closed slowly.

"It seems that you are going to be in some trouble, little feather! Coffee, coffee." The priest raised the small pot beside him, and the coffee flowed slowly from it, still rich and sweet.

Candlelight flickered on both sides of the street, and the dark sky covered up the faint light. The wind is raging, and here come the blood-eating demons!
Everyone swayed and the tip of the knife drooped. The withered face suddenly roared directly from the opposite side, and the heart-rending sound of sorrow penetrated deep into the heart. Once you have seen that kind of face, you will never forget it. In the dark night, the dark skull was dripping with red blood.

Lifting the knife forward, Yu Fei rotates the blade between 360 degrees. With a click, it was pierced through in one fell swoop, and countless black shadows turned into ash and withered away. The world and behind it the "Astronomy-Flower Flame" dazzling sparks flying in the void and staining the sky. "Astronomical - Wind Blowing" The wings rotated the handle of the knife, and the strong wind danced. Flames are everywhere, the sky is covered with show, and the flowers of the other shore are blooming for the demons.

But it's not over yet, endless airflow comes in contact. The air pressure is tight and darkness has completely fallen. No, it's not the night sky filled with black wings.

"cup" The blooming day dispersed in the dark night, accompanied by the devil's dying cry, "This is not enough, although I guess the cards are not good." At this moment, the light shines on him, that man Ai Er.

PS: The battle has been upgraded, the enemy will be cruel, boys, move forward! The fog of the night monopolizes the vision.