Chapter 442 (1/2)
Xu Yangyi didn't know, just as he was staring at the warehouse. In a corner of New York and somewhere in China, two people opened their eyes at the same time.
”Click...” a pair of blood red high-heeled shoes, stepping on the door of St. John's Cathedral. In the early morning, in the thick fog, a woman dressed in black, a western style gown, a white collar, a black eye like a woman with eye shadow, step by step towards the ten largest cathedral in the world.
This is a Chinese woman.
All the flowers and plants that she passed by lay down their waist. Before she arrived, the priests, priests and nuns of St. Peter's Cathedral were standing at the door with their teeth clenched in cold sweat.
In the middle of them, a woman in a suit, with a dignified look and an undulating chest, looked with great vigilance at the woman in black walking in the thick fog.
”The devil... This is the real devil!” The voice of women's voice is a little floating, eyes like fire, but with extreme vigilance: ”she is not the real form... But... It is this form that makes me feel like I met the Archduke... What kind of monster is this?”
”There's such a thing hidden in New York! How come I haven't noticed it for so many years! ”
The woman in black robes stood in front of St. Peter's Cathedral. For some reason, there was no one but them.
She leisurely looked at the birds around, the lush trees, and finally turned to the people in front of her.
”Put down your magic weapon.” She looked at the woman faintly: ”the paladin of the Vatican, Jane.”
Jennie didn't open her mouth. She held her hands tightly. In the palm of her hand, there was a crystal like thing that could not be seen from the outside. It was tightly wrapped in the palm of her hand. It's very sharp. With one push, it can pierce her skin.
”Let me guess, is that the holy mark? Whose? Jesus? No, if it's that kind of thing, I really don't dare to come here, Judas? Not... John? Yes... The holy mark of John Martin, the most proud of the tenth generation of John's disciples... Oh... Is it Lingbao? No wonder you dare to show off your power... ”
”Since you know...”
”So what?” The Chinese woman's robe was calm and said, ”that kind of thing will destroy the palace at most. Our palace is coming out soon... By then, the Vatican Pope of your generation is far from our rival. Even if you destroy all of you in the Vatican, it's just a matter of whether the palace is happy or not. ”
”Put it down, we can have a good talk. If not... ”Her eyes gradually cold:” we don't have to talk about it. ”
”Devil... You should go to hell!” A white priest trembled.
The Chinese woman gave him a pitiful look: ”disgusting fanatic.”
After several changes in her face, Jennie finally bit her teeth, put her hand into her trouser pocket, and said: ”you are... Huaxia... The kind of thing called 'monster,' which we call the devil... Huaxia... It's a terrible country. Now there are things like you...”
”It doesn't matter who I am. Do one thing for me. I'll leave America at once. ” The Chinese woman said without emotion: ”find me a man, a man. In your name, Yang Yi Xu
”The palace can feel that he is going to New York... Inform the palace as soon as you find him.”
She raised her hand, and a small blue fish flew out, but it turned into a big Kunpeng spirit body in mid air. It was when she didn't react that it formed a strange talisman in front of her.
”Remember, don't let this palace down.”
Then she left St. John's Cathedral quietly, step by step.
”Paladin sir...” the priest gritted his teeth and looked at the talisman: ”this, this is heresy... She, she is a terrible devil! Even I can feel that she is more terrible than the devil
Jennie looked at the talisman for a long time and did not speak or answer.
In the distance, the Chinese woman looked at the sky with a complicated look. For a long time, she murmured: ”twenty years...”
”Twenty years later, you came out of it... It's hard for me to imagine...”
And at the same time, in Xichuan Province, Rongcheng, the sky is ten thousand meters high, a pair of old, infinite shadow flashing eyes, also opened at the same time.
”Monsieur Gusong?” A middle-aged man Xu Yangyi had never seen asked immediately.
”Nothing.” Gu song lightly flicks his sleeve robe, and his body is like a shadow. In a flash, he disappears in Qingtian palace.
The next second, he has appeared in the layers of white clouds, strong wind, blowing his whole body clothes flying.
Instead of opening his mouth, he held out his hand and pinched it for a long time before frowning.”Is it you...” his eyes, looking at the Far West behind the infinite white clouds, murmured: ”twenty years... Have you finally come back...”
”Come to my seat... To Huaxia... For justice?”
”Anyone connected with this seat will have a trace of cause and effect. Jindan... Seeking the way of cause and effect, I can feel it a little... But why do you appear in the far west when you leave from Nanzhou? ”