"My heart is silent, waiting on God, and from Him is my salvation. ”

"God, I have been waiting for your salvation. ”

"Forgive them for their sins, for with death they have fallen into eternity. ”

In the blink of an eye, the sounds of fighting, scolding, begging for mercy in the nightingale's bar all fell silent.

In the darkness, Borges was the only one who stood quietly, slender and solemn, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, praying sincerely, like a child of the night, his face glowing with the glory of God.

A blood earl, one moment he was still killing fourteen blood clans in a row, and the next moment he turned to pray with a sincere face and prayed the holy commandments of the Holy Sect of Light, such a scene, how strange it looked.

However, the next moment, accompanied by Borges's prayers, an even more strange scene appeared.

Hiss, hiss!

With Borges's prayers, crimson blood gradually poured out of the bodies of the dead blood on the ground, converging into a cheerful stream that flowed towards Borges's feet.

Even outside the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, where Habs was burned to ashes, a little blood escaped out of thin air, shimmering like a ruby, and flew towards Borges.

"Ah, what sweet blood. I haven't drunk it for a few days, and it's still as sweet as I remember. ”

Eventually, all the blood was gathered into the transparent glass in Borges's hand, which turned into a glass of wine with a faint smell of blood, which Borges drank in one gulp.

"Would you like some too?"

The next moment, as if remembering something, Borges turned around and looked at the corner of the Nightingale's Bar.

There, a young man with an eastern face, lit cigarettes one after another, spitting smoke as if no one was around.

By the time Borges arrived, he was sitting in a corner of the bar, unmoving, like a stone sculpture. After that, Borges went on a killing spree in the Nightingale's Bar, and this man was still unflustered and rock-solid.

So much now, that the battle in the tavern was over and everything was calm, and the man was still sitting in his place, looking so calm.

"Nope. ”

"We Eastern cultivators are different from you, we don't have the habit of drinking people's blood. ”

Gu Qingyan shook his head without hesitation, the expression on his face was calm as usual, as if a foreign guest had refused to be entertained by a warm host because of his eating habits.

However, in Gu Qingyan's eyes, there was still a trace of excitement and fighting spirit that could not be concealed.

It was in vain that he had been sitting in the Nightingale Bar for so long, and the excitement of this battle far exceeded Gu Qingyan's expectations at the beginning.

So much so that at this moment, the blood in Gu Qingyan's body was faintly boiling.

"That's a shame. ”

Hearing this, Borges shook his head slightly, showing regret, but still like a gentleman, he raised his glass to Gu Qingyan very politely, and drank the sweet and thick blood in the cup.

"Oriental Cultivator...... Well, a stranger from a faraway land. ”

"Let me think that in my life, I have met three mystical cultivators from the Far East, just like you. ”

The next moment, Borges slowly put the wine glass in his hand on the wooden table, as if he was touched by Gu Qingyan's words, and his eyes instantly became infinitely deep and distant, falling into the memories of the past.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, as if a gust of wind was blowing, the cigarette in Gu Qingyan's hand shook lightly at an almost imperceptible frequency, leaving a little white ash on the floor.

"Oh, then it seems that you have a good relationship with our Eastern cultivators. ”

In this regard, Gu Qingyan was unconscious and nodded and smiled at Borges. At the same time, the wooden wall behind Borges made a soft sound, like the sound of a gust of wind passing low.

The look of surprise on Borges's face flickered.

"The first Oriental cultivator was a very old man, he was very kind and kind, he was my neighbor when I was young, and if it weren't for him, I'm afraid my life would have stopped as early as twelve. ”

"From this point of view, I am indeed very close to you Eastern cultivators. ”

Borges's wide black clothes swayed gently, sprinkling a darkness thicker than the night, and smiled lightly at Gu Qingyan, the two sharp and bloody fangs in his mouth, anyone who saw it would shudder.

Hiss, hiss!

Quietly, a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter sounded in the corner of the Nightingale's Bar, as if in the darkness beyond the eye of this bar, it was already crawling with poisonous snakes ready to choose someone to eat.

"You're welcome. ”

"Supporting justice and helping the weak is the consistent purpose of our oriental cultivators walking the world. ”

"What about the second Eastern cultivator. ”

Gu Qingyan's words were full of curiosity, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he was obviously indeed attracted by Borges's words.

Airplanes!

Along with Gu Qingyan's words, a faint and almost imperceptible ripple of power rose from Gu Qingyan's body, and quickly escaped to all corners of the bar in the blink of an eye.

"The second Eastern Cultivator is a man with a sword, and his aura is very powerful and terrifying. ”

"In front of him, I can't afford to fight at all, I can feel that if he is willing, a look can make me die in an instant. ”

"It was only then that I truly understood the horror of the Eastern Cultivators. ”

Borges sighed with emotion, and then smiled at Gu Qingyan slightly, his words were frank and free, as if it was not the first time he and Gu Qingyan had met, and the two had known each other for many years before that.

Call!

However, with Borges's smile, there seemed to be an incomparably evil energy quietly rising in the darkness, ready to move, and Gu Qingyan instantly felt that the environment around him seemed to have become a little different.

"Your Excellency doesn't need to be humble, such a powerful cultivator, even in my Eastern Cultivation Realm, there are not many of them. ”

Gu Qingyan remained silent, took a deep breath, drained the cigarette in his hand, and then took out the next cigarette, flicked it in the darkness in front of him, and the cigarette butt was lit immediately.

However, instead of a red spark, the cigarette butt burned with a strange black flame, like the hellfire that had just burned Habs to ashes.

"Go on. ”

"I'm very interested in the last Eastern cultivator you met. ”

Gu Qingyan raised his right hand holding the cigarette to Borges and greeted him from afar.

"This third one, I only met not long ago. ”

"This woman looks strange, both like a monk from your Eastern world and like an ordinary person. ”

"She is ordinary because I don't feel the slightest power from her. It is said that she is not ordinary, because she is being monitored by the Dark Council, and there seems to be some amazing secret about her. ”

"Do you know who this woman is?"

Borges shrugged his shoulders lightly at Gu Qingyan, but the words in his mouth made Gu Qingyan's face change in an instant.

Although he is an ordinary person, he was hijacked by the Dark Council and focused on surveillance.

This woman is not Song Jin, who else could it be?