Yastante, guest house.

Because of the funeral fungus, the Holy See sent an entire bishopric after sending the Knights of the Iron Hoof. More than a dozen bishops of high faith and qualified enough to run large city churches on their own arrive today in the "Gospel." They invited fellow adventurers of the "Gospel" and Dance of Justice to express their appreciation for the dedication of Dance of Justice and hope that they would cooperate with the missionary work. It's just that the conversation doesn't seem to be going well.

"I can't cooperate. Missionary is not my interest. The Righteous Dance politely declined the request of her "Gothic" colleagues.

"It's not a hobby, it's a duty! You are now the hero of the whole continent, why don't you take this opportunity to spread the blessings of the God of Light throughout the continent? After grinding his mouth for a long time, the other party's attitude was still neither soft nor hard, so the bishop was slightly displeased: "You also have the unique 'Divine Blood' and [Gratitude Aura], and you can even make the dark elves and demons abandon the darkness and turn to the light!" If you could spread the doctrine more diligently, you would have received the gift of the Lord to make three transfers! ”

The Righteous Dance was a little surprised: "But those two things are too domineering, it's just brainwashing, isn't it?" I don't want to use it unless it's a special case. Do I have to deprive others of their right to believe? ”

"Isn't that how you got your nickname?"

"Do you, no, do you all think that 'paranoia' means my absolute worship of the doctrine?" Righteous Dance laughed, "I'm sorry if my previous actions misled you. I'm just an absolute cult of justice. I converted the Twilight Cultists into bishops and priests because I needed their intelligence, to find Perls, and then to find out the June sunshine. I naturally welcome people who need spiritual support, but I don't like to force others to convert. Besides, the believers I have recruited are not sincere in their faith, so don't you care? ”

"The believer is saved." A bishop replied.

The Righteous Dance accentuated the tone: "It's 'saved.'" If man didn't need the gods in the first place, then he didn't need this kind of self-righteousness. He can live as a free soul. ”

All the bishops' faces changed: "You...... You are blasphemous! ”

"Whatever you think, I'm not going to go against my faith for the sake of a mere turn, and I'm not a servant of the God of Light. Anything else? I'm going to talk to June Sunshine, so I won't accompany me. Dancedance of Justice gets up and opens the door, where she sees an NPC with a shaved head.

"Dance of Justice?" The other party's drooping eyelids lifted upward, from a listless Shar Pei dog to a Bengal tiger who had tasted human flesh.

"It's me. You are...... Captain Jonny of the Knights of the Iron Hoof? Did you come to me too? Fortunately. Dancedance of Justice stretched out her hand and smiled.

"Fortunately." After a brief handshake, Jonny gestured to the group of bishops in the room, "No, I'm here for them. ”

The Righteous Dance didn't say anything, just smiled politely and left. Jonny stepped in, slowly closed the door with his backhand, and smiled at the bishops with an unforgettable smile: "Mortals, let's purify the necromantic creatures and bring the glory of the Lord together." ”

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Sunday, morning.

Qingyi appeared at the door of the Hongyi Martial Arts Hall in Chinatown and said to the black sharp who was teaching the students: "I'm here again." Take me to Moxiang House now, I'm going to learn egg fried rice! ”

"How much do you like masochism! That kind of thing doesn't even go to a dog - I'm sorry, I'm a good person, I shouldn't say something like that, it would hurt the dog's self-esteem. Black Sharp raised himself very sharply, and said, "I'm teaching, you sit down for a while." ”

So Qingyi sat on the chair and watched the black sharp teach people to box. The boxing technique taken out by the black sharp is more like a performance, and every movement has been adjusted, and from time to time there is a "white crane with bright wings" or a "black tiger digging out the heart", which is quite imposing. Qingyi recalled the extremely slow and slow punch that the black sharp punch hit, although that punch seemed clumsy, it had a sense of horror. That's a punch that kills.

(Student: "Coach, is it appropriate for him to sit in on the exam without paying tuition?") ”）

(Black Sharp: "That guy is an otaku, do you know the otaku?") This creature does not know how to move. If he can learn Baguazhang too, you'll be on par with Bruce Lee. ”）

(Student: "Oh, let him sit in on it!") I don't care! ”）

(Qingyi: "......")

Two hours later, the lesson was over. Black Fengrui took a shower and changed into casual clothes, and then left the martial arts hall with Qingyi, who was extremely impatient.

"Speaking of which, you don't have any talent for cooking, why do you suddenly want to learn this?" Black Sharp suddenly let out a sigh and asked excitedly, "Are you going to be a serial murderer?" Those corpses are too wasteful to throw away, so they have to learn to cook? Wow, ogre Hannibal! ”

"Han, you system, what kind of person do you think of me! Even if it's an avalanche, a shipwreck, and being held at gunpoint by terrorists...... I don't eat human flesh either! Qingyi was indignant.

"Really? I thought you were the one who lived the longest. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Scientists say that when species on Earth become extinct, rats will be the last to go extinct. But I think you can still live even if all the rats in the world die. It's really strange that people like you don't eat human flesh. ”

Qingyi: "......"

"Haha, I'm not kidding you. Back to the point, the only reason that can make a man run into the kitchen willingly is a woman, are you in love? ”

"Although Mrs. Green is also a woman, I have no intention of falling in love, and no one like me who is indecisive and suffers from gains and losses. Also, who says I can't cook?! I've hosted a cooking class, huh! Qingyi patted his chest and raised his chin.

"It's fitting that you're running a poison identification class."

"You're enough! Believe it or not, I'm going to attack your island! ”

"If you have the ability, come here."

"In two months, I'll go!"

"Even if you are given another two years, you will be struggling, okay, what do you think you are, the number one public enemy of the mainland, where will others let you get out casually." The black edge hit the nail on the head.

Qingyi shrugged: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, probably referring to me like this." ”

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After a gag noon, Qingyi once again returned home with a large bag of fried rice (Black Fengrui strongly doubted the definition of "fried rice") and met his neighbor Dora in the hallway.

Dora hugged the courier, and her body exuded a sweet fragrance, like flowers. She greeted graciously: "Hi! I smell Chinese food...... What is it? Moxiang Building! I've heard that everything in this shop is delicious! ”

"Ah, yes, Chinese food."

"You eat so much alone? Or is there a guest at home? Dora asked with interest, and the ponytail flicked as she walked.

Qingyi just wanted to say that there were no guests, but she was afraid that as soon as she said it, Dora would want to ask for some food, and then she might be hospitalized, and she would be summoned to court...... So he nodded wildly: "Yes! There are guests at home, hehe! ”

Dora will be skeptical: "Oh. ”

The two chatted for a while, and then went home. Qingyi hummed a tune, put the fried rice in the refrigerator, and then a little sad. Even if this fried rice is not from him, eating it for a few days in a row is enough to make people sad. Black Fengrui is wrong, what should be presided over is not a course on identifying poisons, but an inspirational speech that tells you how to exercise your will.

The doorbell rang. When Qingyi opened the door, he saw Mrs. Green. However, Mrs. Green's behavior was a little strange, her gaze crossed Qingyi, swept it in the living room, and then she wondered: "Zhang, I heard that there are guests in your house?" Where is he? ”

"Haha, you also know that it is impossible for my house to have guests. Did Dora tell you? I lied to her. Qingyi smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not a good habit to lie to girls other than their wives." Mrs. Green straightened her face and said in a serious tone: "Then why did you lie to her?" ”

"This ......" Qingyi stammered. He began to think again: Because I don't want her to taste egg fried rice! Why is there egg fried rice? Because I want to practice first, and I'll surprise you later! Why do you want to surprise me? Because thank you for cooking so many times for me to eat - but how can you say that, egg fried rice is a long-awaited surprise!

Seeing that Qingyi didn't answer, Mrs. Green sighed: "Zhang, you must know that I don't want to interfere in the affairs of your young people. If you don't have feelings for Dora, you can say it directly, don't let her fall deeper and deeper, and don't hurt her with lies. ”

"Of course - what! Do you mean, Dora her, she, she ......" Qingyi stammered: "She likes me?" ”

"Don't you notice it at all?"

"Uh, now I see it."

"God, this is not as good as the next. Perhaps I should say that Chinese children are stupid. Mrs. Green shook her head, and reluctantly turned away, not even bothering to say "bye-bye."

Qingyi closed the door, feeling a little apprehensive. Since he was a child, he has never had any special feelings for the opposite sex (of course, not for the same sex), let alone any experience with the opposite sex. Although Dora is very beautiful, Qingyi has never been possessive of her, which shows that she is really not suitable. It's not suitable, but you can't run over and say, "Do you like me?" I don't like you", maybe it will make people angry.

Qingyi continued to be apprehensive, turned on the computer, and then watched the forum, trying to distract himself. Not to mention, this trick is very good, and after reading the top post, he left Dora behind. The elven god and gossip leader recently used the news channel of the Assassin Guild to make his position clear to the world: he treats the three elves equally, and will neither favor the elves, nor be enemies of the dark elves or blood elves. Although this is a bit of a muddy meaning, the three parties should be relieved. If you don't get the help of a god-level assassin, then the best outcome is that no one can get it.

He browsed casually for a while, put on a helmet, and went online. When his vision gradually cleared, he saw his subordinate and necromantic programmer Diesel standing up with a nervous expression.

"What's the matter?" Qingyi was vigilant in his heart. Diesel is an old man, if it wasn't a big deal, how could he show such an expression?

"Your Majesty, the Dance of Justice is here."