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I don’t know why, but when Blue Bat was still the nine disciples of the Black Vatican, Mu Bai did not hesitate at all during the dissection process. He raised and lowered the knife in a straightforward manner.
But this time when he took out the blue bat's eyeball, Mu Bai's hands kept shaking.
Every time I think of the fearless bee-like behavior of this member of the Tribunal, I feel more awe and guilt towards her.
The same goes for Mo Fan.
Why couldn't I detect Blue Bat's identity earlier?
Even if she disguised herself well enough to better penetrate into the Black Church, he could guess from her various behaviors.
"It is indeed a chaotic crystal ball. There must be quite important information in it." Zhu Meng could no longer control his voice.
"I'm going to take a look now." Mu Bai said.
"I'm with you." Zhu Meng quickly followed Mu Bai.
Mo Fan did not follow.
Standing on this anatomy operating table, which was originally used by the school to dissect the corpses of mountain people, now lay a woman who made Mo Fan feel extremely complicated.
There must be very important information in the eyeballs.
Mo Fan is sure of this.
But Mo Fan wanted to take another look at the blue bat.
Ashamedly, I don’t even know what her real name is. Whether it’s Blue Bat or Bee Stinger, it can be said to be a code name.
"I also know that saying sorry to you is useless now, but I really want to thank you for doing so much for us, and thank you for trusting me so much." Mo Fan sat next to him and muttered to himself.
Mo Fan clearly remembers the first time he saw the blue bat. In order to break into Leng Jue, he fought against a group of Black Church personnel and disguised himself as a dying man as a blue-clad deacon.
At that time, the vulture was eating his own face.
Maybe she already knew her identity, and saw that her determination was so similar to hers, so she believed in herself.
"I know there are still traitors in the Trial Council, or they are still hiding among the higher-ups."
"Don't worry, I will find him!"
"The sting you left on your enemy..."
"We will definitely find it too!"
Mo Fan doesn't believe in God. Because of his own experience, he only wants to become a demon, a mad demon who throws the beasts of the Black Vatican into hell one by one.
But at this moment, Mo Fan expected himself to be a god for the first time.
Even if it is just the small skill of a god like guiding the dead into heaven.
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Can send more villains to hell.
It is impossible to introduce a person who admires and respects from the heart into Yun Tian.
Mo Fan stayed here and said these belated words to Blue Bat, hoping that she could go away peacefully.
I hope she is completely freed.
No longer need to be alone and difficult to wander between the Black Church and the Tribunal.
At the same time, the death of Blue Bat also proves how ridiculous the so-called belief theories of the Black Vatican are.
As long as the human heart persists, what is pure will remain pure from beginning to end.
Blue Bat has reached the level of a disciple, and her heart has not been infected in the slightest.
The determination to defeat the Black Church has not wavered at all!
For the first time, Mo Fan admired a woman so much and vowed never to let her down!
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Looking down from a high altitude, thin and continuous clouds are slowly gathering towards the center, just like a painter adding color to his painting bit by bit.
Rehe is the dividing line of this vast land. On this end are withered old trees, dusty roads, and some small factories filled with waste materials.
At the other end, tropical plants are lush and lush, and railways and highways pass through the woods in a reasonable manner, leading perpendicular to the Rehe River to Banluo City.
The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and a man who looked no different from a homeless man stood at one end of the surging Rehe River, looking at the lush garden world on the other side.
A hole in the clouds appeared above his head.
At this moment, the clouds had covered the entire sky above Rehe, and it gradually turned from white and flawless to gray.
As soon as the gray clouds appeared, the haze drove away the sunshine, and the water in Rehe was no longer green, as if it had been splashed with a large truck of ink.
The hole was directly facing the head of the homeless man. There was obviously no gap in the clouds in the entire sky. When he reached it, it formed a very standard oval shape. It was like he had a pair of eyes in the sky, needing to watch what was about to happen. everything.
This day is the day of the All-State Open held at Ojos Holy Academy.
The competition venue was also in Banluo City. Faced with such a sudden change, the bustling Banluo City was suddenly cooled down by the clouds and cold wind.
People are also looking forward to watching the gorgeous magic battle outside the Banluo Arena. In addition to people from the Andes Federation, people from other cities in other countries have also come...
An open magic showdown, still at a high level or above, is no less than the World Cup!
People flocked to Banluo City excitedly. Even if Banluo City didn't take good care of it, it also brought such a bad weather.
The city was flooded by waves of violent evil winds. Dust and plastic bags were always raised on the streets, and many trees and billboards were shaking.
"Beep beep beep!!!"
A can hit a car parked on the side of the road, and the car suddenly sounded a piercing siren.
The car owner rushed out, thinking there was a car thief, and roared angrily.
At the same time, a large group of high school students from Brazil, led by their teachers, were moving towards the competition venue in an orderly manner.
They were one of the visitor schools invited by Ojos Holy Academy. The strong wind blew up the girls' school uniform skirts, so the boys kept turning around and laughing, and the girls walked with their skirts between their legs.
"It's going to rain. It's probably the rain clouds blowing from the Pacific Ocean. I don't know how it jumped over the Andes Mountains and got here." Someone stuck his head out of the roadside newsstand and said.
"It's troublesome when it rains. Everyone is hiding from the rain. Cars keep honking their horns, and you can't go to the game site."
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When I looked up, turbid raindrops fell down one after another, densely covering the sky.
The moment the first batch of rain falls, the sky will be turned into a kaleidoscope by the rain, followed by the sound of slapping on the ground, rustling like oil splashing from a pan.
The cold air suddenly hit, and a damp and cold smell suddenly spread.
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At the Banluo Competition, Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Bai were leading their nine representative students from the Chinese camp into the main arena. At the front, Pauline, who was wearing a long ceremonial dress, had a smile on her face and held up her hands. Represents the flag of China.
The rain was pouring down, hitting the tempered glass dome of the arena overhead like needles and arrows.
The emotions of the people inside were very high. After all, it was the U.S. Open. They were at the scene, and any recording items could not record the magic scene.
Therefore, watching live games on TV or the Internet is tantamount to watching a magical movie without special effects, a group of lunatics.
At this moment, Mo Fan looked extremely solemn.
rain.
The heavy rain involuntarily makes one's soul tremble.
In the past two experiences...
Every drop of rain almost represents a fresh life.
