Chapter 558 (2/2)
”Judas.”
Everyone looked in the past, and Li Sen woke up. Then he said in disbelief, ”it's impossible. I've dedicated everything to the Lord. I can't be Judas' blood. I...”
”Say less. Mr. lisengo, we are all old acquaintances. ” Scorris sneered: ”is it true that you draw your blood and give it to your Lord?”
”No way! I will never be Judas As a devout believer, Li Sen could not believe the fact that his forehead was covered with blue veins.
Scorris gave him a mocking look: ”it's not you... Is it that simple Marquis over there?”
”Just him?” He did not hide his disdain in his eyes. He glanced at the silent Xu Yangyi: ”he is not from Europe and the United States at all. He can't match these noble and holy blood.”
”Lisengo.” Lawrence took his hand: ”I believe in your faith. The Pope is also very confident. Otherwise, it is impossible to appoint you in charge of all the history texts. But it's probably not blood, it's a metaphor for the Lord. This is not the time to get tangled up. ”
”Yes...” the woman with the cloak said without emotion: ”everything is focused on the tower of Babel. I really want to see how the original historical text will change when the twelve disciples gather together.”
”Don't hesitate, Mr. lisengo. This is not the time to talk about faith. We have come all the way here, and we have no time to linger with you. ” The roar of the sky.
Li Sen's face changed several times in a row, and finally clenched his teeth: ”OK.”
”No matter what it is, my name can never be related to a traitor like Judas! I have never felt that there is history in my blood! If it's me... This Council will immediately apply for resigning from the position of Vatican curator and entering... ”
”No one cares where you go.” Thain steel hammer grinned his teeth and said, ”come on... It's just the last name. Don't delay!”
Li Sen no longer opened his mouth, and slashed his palms. The force was so strong that the blood splashed three feet.
He didn't open his mouth and let the blood stream on his hand spread to the ground, his eyes were red with blood.
One minute... Two minutes. Three minutes went by.
No change!
”It's not me...” he trembled all over, raised his head and cried hoarsely to the sky: ”it's not Ben Da Gong!”
”It's absolutely impossible for me to have anything to do with Judas!! Lord... Do you see that! Lisengko will always be your most devout believer! ”
”Not me... Not me! You all see! It's nothing to do with Ben! ”
He opened his arms, let the blood wet his white robe, laughter full of joy and excitement. But no one can laugh except him.
”Not him?” Roar of the sky's thick fingers groped for the dragon's jaw, he also felt incredible, the scene of the twelve Archduke, twelve disciples, exactly right. Who else is there besides lisengko?
Is it
He thought of it, everyone thought of it. Li Sen stopped smiling and looked at him like an eagle.
The fiery eyes stare at Xu Yangyi. Every one is the projection of the Archduke. Such a huge pressure makes him not breathe well.
”What? Do you think it's me Xu Yangyi stood up and bowed with a smile: ”is it possible?”
”It's impossible. Just dry your blood.” Scolis said with a sneer, ”boy, you are too young. You have seen too few things. You have a narrow vision, just like a pig knows its own pigsty and trough. It's stupid. ”
”Constantine's offering of earth is not a spiritual treasure, it is better than a spiritual treasure. If we want this kind of thing to start, we must fully meet all the conditions. Hundreds of years ago, there was no news of the tower of Babel, and no family tried all means to study the true meaning of the original history. There will not be such an opportunity to combine the history of the Vatican and the ten families. And today, it started. ”
”That is to say... Here, now, it has all the necessary conditions.” twelve disciples. The last disciple is not Mr. lisengo. Then... Who will it be? ” With a cruel smile on his mouth, he stood up and walked slowly: ”I also think you are not Judas. You are not similar to each other at all. Even Judas was once a saint. It's not a mere Marquis, but it's just you. ””Under the crown of scoris...” Xu Yangyi's eyes were colder: ”do you really think you've got me?”
”Try?” Scolis's Owl like laughter resounded through the hall: ”if a Archduke's power on the seventh floor can't drain your blood, what's his face in New York?”
”Sand Voice just fell, countless pale fire, from his seven orifices, ominous, extremely ominous! With a chilling aura, as if in a cemetery. Around scolis, make him like a king of the dead.
Thin palm open, skull like face, showing a bloodthirsty smile: ”call the soul.”