Let the Villain Go

Chapter 70

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In an extremely cold place, in the snowy plains of thousands of miles, there is a fortress with a high fortress.

The most striking building in the fortress is a beautifully decorated church.

At this moment, there is heavy snow with goose feathers outside the window of the church, and the sky light is projected into the hall through the colorful stained glass, which produces a dreamy and gorgeous effect. A thousand suffering souls.

At the foot of the statue, the beloved Holy Father Li Chengzhou bowed his head and prayed,

"Those incomprehension and persecution cannot shake my faith. We firmly believe that everything we do under the guidance of the divine light will eventually be understood by the world."

His voice was reverent and firm, humming in the empty space.

"We do not want to fall with the devil and become the chosen people of God. The meaning of what we do is beyond everything. After experiencing such trials and elections, mankind will surely enter the most glorious era and become the being closest to God."

A soldier with sharp eyes came in from the outdoors against the wind and snow.

Standing behind the praying priest, he whispered, "Holy Father, Huaiyu is back."

Li Chengzhou closed his eyes until the prayer was over, then opened his eyes and turned his eyes slightly to the side.

"The situation is not very good, the whole team... is half demonized." The soldier paused, "She is waiting outside and wants to see you."

Li Chengzhou stood up, pulled the folds of his robe, and sighed, "Huaiyu's character is too extreme, when I sent her, I expected a bad ending. But what can we do? We must do something. , to attract the attention of outsiders, so that we can complete our plan with peace of mind.”

The door of the hall was pushed open, and the cold north wind blew into the warm and dreamy church with the snow and ice.

A leech-like creature snaked all the way into the house from outside the door. Her lower body was a soft demon body, and her upper body was a woman with pale skin. It was not until the monster climbed all the way to Li Chengzhou's feet and raised its panicked face that Li Chengzhou recognized that it was the face of his disciple Fu Huaiyu.

"Holy Father, save me, save me." Fu Huaiyu grabbed Li Chengzhou's leg and burst into tears.

Li Chengzhou lowered his head with a pitying expression, "Huaiyu, how did you become like this?"

"It's Zhong Lixiao, the scumbag Zhong Lixiao, who made me like this. He has always hated us, and hid in the dark to deal with the saints whom our God loves. Holy Father, you must catch the dirty rubbish, torture him to death." Fu Huaiyu cursed resentfully.

After she finished talking about the news she got after she went out, she reached out and buried her face, "God, save me. What should I do, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, Huaiyu, you are the people of God. As long as you continue to serve God staunchly, you will surely be redeemed by God." Li Chengzhou kindly stroked Fu Huaiyu's head, and calmly gave the battle system beside him. The saint winked.

Seeing Fu Huaiyu being taken out gratefully, Li Chengzhou smiled and whispered softly, "That child Axiao is still alive. He hated me so much back then, but wasn't he actually doing the same thing as me, or thanks to God's inspiration? what."

"It's a pity, it's a failure after all. The only thing I can care about is the original blood source provider, Ye Peitian."

Li Chengzhou cast his eyes towards the cold world outside the window without any emotion.

Human resilience is really great.

He had already tempered his will like that, crushed his body, smashed his spine, and watched his eyes become dead silent day by day. But he was still able to not give up the struggle, and finally escaped his control by him, and now he can even return to the normal crowd.

The blacksmithing workshop at the Kirin base. It was snowing heavily outside the house, but the craftsmen inside the house were working in full swing.

Wen Cheng, the top blacksmith in the base, stroked his latest work just released, his eyes glowing, and he couldn't put it down.

"Perfect, masterpiece, this is a new peak, the best of all my children."

He admired it obsessively for a long time, and heaped praise on his works without hesitation. In his hand is a porcelain-white long sword. The hilt is made of pale branches and knots. Upon closer inspection, it seems to be pulsing slightly like life. The hilt contains a green ninth-order magic seed. The green luster meridians generally extend and linger into the hilt of the sword.

The body of the sword is as mild as porcelain, and as bright and moist as autumn water.

"It's also thanks to your ingenious design and the unusual combination of materials that this peerless weapon can be produced." Wen Cheng carefully stroked the lines on the hilt, as if he was treating a beloved lover, "Tsk tsk, tenth-order magic weapon, maximize it. The earth has inherited the ability of the original body of the demon body. If it is handed over to the saint who controls the attributes, whether it is fire, wind, or metal, it is destined to be a murder weapon in the world. Are you right, regiment?"

Xin Ziming, the head of the unicorn sitting in front of him, was not as excited as he was, but instead he murmured a little nervously, "What if it was the sand element?"

"The same is true of the Sand Element. For example, if this sword falls into the hands of Ye Peitian, it is almost invincible." Wen Cheng was still in a state of excitement, not noticing that something was wrong with their head, "What's wrong? Customer Are you a saint with sand control power?"

"Ah, no." Xin Ziming reacted, "It's just an ordinary wind-type saint, sixth-order, and the existing weapon is a set of double knives."

When speaking of this sentence, Xin Ziming's mind seemed to suddenly turn to a thought, and the thought was fleeting, and it was too late to catch it and it had slipped away from his mind.

"Only sixth-order? Where did the sixth-order saints get the tenth-order demon body? Lao Xin, do we really need to deliver it?" Wen Cheng rubbed his hands, his eyes lit up, with a familiar expression from Xin Ziming. eyes, looking at him expectantly.

Xin Ziming understands what he means, and his team is not a good man or a woman. Wen Cheng is also a serious weapon collector, and it is difficult to arouse his interest in anything on weekdays. He is only obsessed with collecting all kinds of magical weapons. As long as the weapon he likes, whether it is stealing or robbing, by any means, he wants to bring it into his corps so that he can appreciate it at any time.

In some respects, he and Xin Ziming can be regarded as like-minded and get along very well.

Of course, it's not just him, such a tenth-order magic weapon is a fatal temptation for any strong person, let alone a person like Xin Ziming who thinks he has no moral bottom line. But this time, he hesitated.

He remembered the figure standing in front of Feng Chengyu's tombstone.

He was very sensitive in terms of mental power. After thinking about it carefully, he was able to determine that the sadness revealed by the strange girl was genuine.

Holding a white flower in her hand and a pair of knives on her waist, she has an inexplicable familiarity and kindness with herself, and she can easily say the words "trust you".

Double knives

No, double knives!

Xin Ziming's eyes swayed, and he tried to recall the appearance of the pair of double knives that passed by.

Although the pair of black knives looked ordinary and unremarkable. But a giant bell rang in his heart, buzzing in his mind.

He once designed a dazzling black double sword with his own hands and gave it to Ye Peitian. Tenth-order magic martial arts, a weapon of magic, but Ye Peitian was never used in the subsequent battles.

At that time, he also had doubts in his heart. At this moment, he realized later that Ye Peitian's usual weapon was not a double sword at all, but a one-handed long sword.

Xin Ziming suddenly remembered that he had seen this Chu Qianxun in Spring City, and Jiang Xiaojie claimed that she was his savior. At that time, there was a man beside her, and the weapon that man used was...

It was the same low-level blue long knife as Ye Peitian!

Wen Cheng saw his usually calm and steady head of the regiment, as if he suddenly wanted to understand something, he slammed the table and stood up with his mouth open, looking extremely surprised.

"What's the matter. Deputy regiment?"

"Old, Laowen. Don't think about this sword. We can't afford it." Xin Ziming stammered.

When the cold snap from the north struck again, the rolling years had come to the end of the year.

This used to be the most lively festival for human beings in the golden age. Today, most people's families are broken, materials are scarce, and it is difficult to survive. I don't have the strength to relive this once warm and lively.

This year is the first year of Spring City's new city lord Jiang Xiaojie. If we say that at the beginning, everyone still doubted whether the young city lord could stabilize the situation. , almost all of them have already surrendered to the new city master in their hearts.

After all, in times like these, a strong guardian, a leader who can face the crisis in the face of catastrophe, is more quickly accepted by all residents than those moving speeches and pretentious charities.

Even if the city owner is young, out of line, and his behavior is eccentric, what can he do? He can protect the safety of one party and give everyone a peaceful life, which is the most important.

As a result, businessmen and celebrities who settled in this prosperous spring capital of commerce and trade, after recognizing the situation, invested in a grand dinner to celebrate the appointment of the new city master on the occasion of the new year.

This belated banquet was very grand, and almost all the prominent people in Spring City were invited.

Above the banquet, the reshuffled masters of the major forces in Spring City showed the most kind attitude, got to know each other, and communicated with each other.

The soldiers took off their blood-stained armor and put on neat and clean clothes.

The women, who were usually as gray as men in the dust of the battlefield, also rarely wore skirts, rolled up their hair, and put on light makeup.

The staggered, fresh clothes and clouds on the temples, people in this moment forget those monsters wandering outside the city walls, people indulge in it, as if returning to the golden years they once had.

Some people are looking for tall branches that they can cling to and rely on in this feast of feasting. Of course, there are also many hunters who peep at the prey they can hunt in such sensual dogs.

"Hey, look at that man."

"Wow, that's good."

In the dimly lit light, two young girls leaned head-to-head and talked in a low voice. They have beautiful figures, powerful abilities, and abundant wealth. Therefore, they are not the objects of other people's pursuit of beauty, but are looking for their own goals in the attitude of hunters.

On the balcony far away from the hustle and bustle, a slender figure leaned against the vase-shaped railing. He looked back at the town that was lit up for festivals. His legs were straight, his body was lifted, his breath was clean and there was a hint of desolation, as if It doesn't fit in with the hustle and bustle of the room. On the contrary, it is very attractive and attractive.

"Why are you wearing a mask, so you can't see your face. But it seems to have a more abstinence feeling." The hunter in the dim light bit his red lips.

"What face do you want to see? Look at the waist and legs. That's enough for me. And that skin, it's so good you want to commit a crime. Do you know who this is?"

"I've never seen it before, and I don't have a female companion by my side. It shouldn't be a great character. Do you want to try it."

We are still eager to try here, but there are already hunters who can't stand it.

A sultry and sexy woman, holding a wine glass and waving a red dress, has boldly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

"Ah, that vixen Yin Yu went up first." The woman in the dark bit her handkerchief angrily.

"It's over, there's no drama now. This dead woman has so many ministers under her skirt and she's still not satisfied." Another woman stomped her feet angrily.

The woman named Yin Yu is not as young as them, but she has a hot body and a bold style. There are countless admirers in Spring City, and when she takes the initiative to show her favor, almost no man can refuse her.

Of course, there are times when everything has an accident, such as tonight when she fell on a little-known young soldier. This man who seemed to be cold-hearted and kept away from strangers was actually colder than he appeared. Not only did he rudely interrupt the gentle and sweet conversation, but he even teleported to the other side of the balcony very ungraciously when Yin Yu pretended to step on the corner of her skirt and fell.

"Oh, see you for a long time, even Yin Yu missed?"

"Haha, well, it's the first time I've seen Yin Yu so embarrassed. I'm going to call this little brother who is like a jade."

"He must have a female companion. I really want to see what the woman who captured him looks like. Oh, or it's not impossible for him to be a man, hee hee."

Among the crowd in the banquet hall, there are more than one or two people who are quietly paying attention to this corner.

Even the city lord Jiang Xiaojie could not help but quietly look at the inconspicuous corner through the gap between the blinds from a height when he got rid of the impatient socializing and went to rest in the box on the second floor.

The lively crowd at their feet unknowingly toasted and drank beside the human demon, talking about the appearance of the Yellow Sand Emperor in the battle outside the city gate.

"I really didn't think of life or death. Lin Fei is Ye Peitian." Jiang Xiaojie couldn't help but complain, "Sister Qianxun is too daring to be Ye Peitian's woman."

"I don't think so." Yu Nianju looked down from the side, "I think it's right to say that Renmo is the man of Sister Qianxun."

"You little kid knows shit, Ye Peitian is the toughest man I've ever met. How could he..."

Just as she was speaking, in the hall, Chu Qianxun, who was rarely wearing a skirt, carried her skirt all the way through the crowd. She held Ye Peitian's hand with a smile, and turned into the dark corner of the balcony. In Jiang Xiaojie's stunned sight, he saw the strongest man in the world in his mind,

Press against the wall to kiss.

"Look, I said it all..."

As soon as Yu Nian's head came out, Jiang Xiaojie quickly covered his eyes and dragged him down.