"What's the use of indifference in blaming!"
Chu Feng said lightly.
Well? Black Cat's expression froze, as if he had dug a hole and buried himself. If time could go back, it would choose not to say anything.
Zhang Wei almost didn't laugh. This bastard cat couldn't show off and was hacked by the Taoist priest. It was really funny.
"And you"
Chu Feng glanced at Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei, who was feeling secretly happy, suddenly became stupid.
"And you"
Black Cat, who suddenly felt more balanced, imitated Chu Feng's speech, and even glanced at Zhang Wei proudly, making the latter's teeth itch with anger.
"You double"
Chu Feng glanced at Black Cat again.
"Tao - long"
The black cat made a long note with a deliberately crying tone.
Chu Feng, who never took back the water he poured out, didn't even look at it. He stretched out his broad right hand, slightly bent his slender fingers, and released a stream of ordinary-looking green energy.
"Good weight"
The black cat was pressed with green energy, as if ten mountains were pressing down on him. His limbs were trembling, his head was drooping, and in just a few breaths, his whole body became wet.
"Zhang Wei acted poorly and almost lost his life. As punishment, I will take back everything I have learned."
Chu Feng just looked at him and destroyed Zhang Wei.
There is such a huge difference between a golden immortal and a newbie.
"I"
Zhang Wei, who felt his body suddenly empty, had a bitter look on his face.
It is not easy to achieve a small success, but if you are not careful, it will become a mess again.
Only then did Chu Feng look at the angel lying in the pit.
"Who sent you?"
When Angel saw that Chu Feng could easily destroy the young man who had tortured him so badly with just a few moves, the angel was shocked in his heart and at the same time, a look of respect appeared on his face.
"Dear powerful man from the East, under the Lord's command, I came to the East to spread the Lord's gospel."
With a look, Chu Feng released invisible power to lift the angel up.
"Again, who sent you?"
The angel lowered his head in fear, his voice trembling.
"Lord, the Lord is still sleeping, and it is St. Peter who commands us to go around the world to tell the world that the Lord is coming back."
Saint Peter, formerly known as Simon Barjona, is the head of the Twelve Apostles and the first Pope of the Holy See.
Chu Feng released his spiritual consciousness and lightly scanned the angel's sea of consciousness. It was surrounded by an invisible air mass. The air mass seemed gentle, but it was very manic inside. As long as it touched, the angel would be blown to ashes.
What a vicious master.
Chu Feng thought to himself.
"I, I have no intention of offending your majesty"
The sea of consciousness was examined, and the angel trembled as he felt as if his clothes were being stripped off.
Chu Feng withdrew his consciousness and said calmly: "Take Pindao to see Saint Peter, the first pope."
It was a bit abnormal for a god from the West to wake up early. He wanted to go over and see what was going on.
The angel shook his head and refused. It was true that he was afraid of Chu Feng's power, but he was even more afraid of the powerful and ruthless Pope.
The angel who is worshiped by countless believers and can fly into the sky and escape from the earth is worse than a speck of dust in the eyes of the pope who is as cold as winter.
"Forget it, let's go."
Chu Feng withdrew his strength.
The angel who regained his freedom looked at Chu Feng in disbelief that everything was fine so easily.
"Within ten breaths, he disappeared from the front of the poor man."
Chu Feng looked at the sky to the west with an incomprehensible expression.
The angel immediately summoned a large black cross, rushed into the sky, drew a bolt of lightning, and disappeared.
Hui Hai, who had been silent until now, looked at the place where the angel disappeared, raised his eyebrows and said: "The Opium War in the past, when the foreign powers invaded China, and the glory of the Lord today are so similar."
Chu Feng glanced at Hui Hai who was filled with emotion and disappeared in one step.
Chu Feng's existence is as majestic as a mountain.
As soon as Chu Feng left, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed.
Zhang Wei sat down on the ground, as if he were mourning his heir.
"It took a lot of effort to be awesome, but it's so tragic to go back to before liberation overnight."
Like a black cat carrying a mountain on its back, it crawled on the ground.
"Madeh, if it's not just that it's been abolished and it's great, then I'll be in a miserable state. It's like carrying a big mountain on my shoulders, and I'll be crushed to death sooner or later."
Huihai put his hands together, like a giant Buddha, releasing a strong light that enveloped the person and the cat. After a moment, he shook his head and sighed.
"The Taoist is just the Taoist, the poor monk can do nothing."
Kong Yiji, who had always been a bystander, flopped and knelt on the ground.
"Meet the Holy Monk"
Hui Hai turned around and scanned Kong Yiji's body a few times, wondering where this little old man was from and how he was dressed strangely.
"He is Kong Yiji"
Zhang Wei explained.
Huihai was stunned, it was actually Kong Yiji, who declared, "How can a scholar be considered a thief?" Kong Yiji's legs were broken in the end.
Thinking of Yu who was sealed at the seaside, Hui Hai chuckled and said, "Mr. Kong, do you know Brother Xun?"
Brother Xun is also Lu Xun.
"Brother Xun?"
Kong Yiji stood up, thought for a while with half-squinted eyes, and shook his head.
"Brother Xun is a young man who warms up to wine in the Xianheng Hotel in Lu Town."
Huihai gave a hint.
He had forgotten such a detailed matter. On the way here, he searched the Internet for the text "Kong Yiji".
Kong Yiji still shook his head. Every time he went to Xianheng Hotel, besides drinking wine and eating fennel beans, he also faced the teasing of the boss and diners. How could he pay attention to a teenage child.
"You taught him the four ways to write the word fennel"
Huihai gave another hint.
Kong Yiji's expression became very strange, and he looked at Hui Hai like a fool.
"What's the meaning?"
Hui Hai was puzzled.
Zhang Wei couldn't help laughing.
"Kong Yiji taught me the four ways to write the word "fennel" when he saw people. He also taught me and the black cat when we were eating in a restaurant just now."
Hui Hai was speechless. He was a sentimental guy who always showed off his skills when meeting people.
"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Kong Yiji looked at Hui Hai seriously, "You are a holy monk and cannot drink alcohol. Just treat me to fennel beans."
Hui Hai felt a few crows flying past his head.
Three minutes later, a group of three people and a cat appeared at the intersection.
Kong Yiji's Republican style and Hui Hai's monk style have attracted the attention of many people. Some people even took pictures with their mobile phones.
Kong Yiji's attention was on the long legs and lower abdomens that filled the street. While he glanced at these scantily clad girls, he said things like "the world is declining" and "morality has declined."
Suddenly, the red light changed to green.
The waiting passers-by walked toward the other side of the road, and Hui Hai, Zhang Wei, and Black Cat naturally followed them.
Kong Yiji focused on his long legs and waited for more than half of the green light to notice. However, before he was halfway through, a takeaway battery cart rushed over and knocked the skinny Kong Yiji away.
The agile delivery boy had already jumped out of the car in advance and was stunned when he saw Kong Yiji rolling on the ground in pain.
Hui Hai and Zhang Wei came over and dragged Kong Yiji to the side of the road. After checking, the two of them laughed unkindly.
Kong Yiji's leg was broken.
