"What's the use of blaming without pain!"

Chu Feng said lightly.

Uh? The black cat's expression stagnated, feeling like he was digging a hole and burying himself. If time could go back, it would definitely choose not to say anything.

Zhang Wei almost laughed. This broken cat was so funny that he could not be chopped by the Taoist priest.

"And you"

Chu Feng glanced at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei, who was secretly happy in his heart, suddenly became stupid.

"And you"

The black cat, who had a lot of balance in his heart, learned from Chu Feng's words and glanced at Zhang Wei proudly, making the latter so angry that his teeth itched.

"You doubled"

Chu Feng glanced at the black cat again.

"Tao——Long"

The black cat deliberately cried and made a long sound.

Chu Feng, who had always been poured out, would not take it back, didn't even look at it. His broad right hand was poked out, and his slender fingers were slightly bent, releasing a seemingly ordinary green air.

"Very heavy"

The green air pressure topped the black cat, which seemed to have pressed ten mountains on its body, its limbs trembled and its head drooped. Within a few breaths, its whole body became wet.

"Zhang Wei, if he is not good at doing well, he will almost suffer from the sufferings. As a punishment, he will take back all his knowledge."

Chu Feng just looked over with a look and ruined Zhang Wei.

A golden immortal and a newcomer to the Tao are so great.

"I"

Zhang Wei, who felt his body suddenly empty, had a bitter face.

After finally achieving a little bit of small achievements, it turned into a penis again if you are not careful.

Then Chu Feng looked at the angel lying in the big pit.

"Who sent you?"

When the angel saw Chu Feng's every move, he easily ruined the unreasonable young man. While shocked, he looked respectful on his face.

"Dear Eastern powers, I come to the East to spread the Lord's gospel by the Lord's command."

Chu Feng's eyes released an invisible power to lift the angel up.

"Say it again, who sent you?"

The angel lowered his head in fear and his voice trembled.

"Lord, the Lord is still sleeping, and it was Saint Peter who ordered us to go all over the world to inform the world that the Lord is about to return."

St. Peter, whose original name was Simon Bayona, was the leader of the twelve disciples and was also the first pope in the Holy See.

Chu Feng released his spiritual consciousness and swept the angel's sea of ​​consciousness in an understatement. It was wrapped in an invisible gas mass. The gas mass seemed gentle and was very manic inside. As soon as it was touched, the angel would blow it to ashes.

What a vicious master.

Chu Feng thought to himself.

"I, I have no intention of offending your majesty"

The sea of ​​consciousness was checked, and an angel said with a feeling of being stripped naked from her clothes.

Chu Feng withdrew his spiritual consciousness and said calmly: "Take me to see St. Peter, the first pope."

It was a bit abnormal for the gods from the West to recover early, and he wanted to go over and see what was going on.

The angel shook his head and refused. He was afraid of Chu Feng's strength, but he was even more afraid of the powerful and ruthless pope.

The angel who was worshipped by countless believers and could fly and hide in the sky, in the eyes of that pope who was as cruel as cold as the cold winter, was not as good as a speck of dust.

"Well, you go"

Chu Feng withdrew his strength.

The angel who regained his freedom looked at Chu Feng in disbelief. It would be fine so easily.

"Disappeared from me within ten breaths"

Chu Feng looked to the sky west with an inexplicable expression.

The angel immediately summoned the big black cross, rushed into the sky, drew a lightning bolt, and disappeared.

Huihai, who had not said anything, looked at the place where the angels disappeared, and raised his eyebrows: "The Opium War in the past, the invasion of China by the great powers, and the glory of the Lord today is so similar."

Chu Feng glanced at Huihai who was deeply moved and disappeared in one step.

Chu Feng's existence is as majestic as a mountain.

As soon as Chu Feng left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Zhang Wei sat on the ground, feeling like he was losing his parents.

"It's so miserable that I finally got a little awesome. I'm so sad when I returned to the pre-liberation overnight."

It's like a black cat carrying a mountain, crawling on the ground.

"Mad, isn't it just that I'm abolished? If I'm so immense, I'll be miserable. It's like carrying a mountain and being crushed to death sooner or later."

Huihai's hands were united, like a big Buddha, releasing a strong light that enveloped a person and a cat. After a moment, he shook his head and sighed.

"The Taoist priest is the Taoist priest, and I can't do anything about it."

Kong Yiji, who had always been in the role of the bystander, flapped and knelt on the ground.

"Meet the Holy Monk"

Huihai turned his head and swept Kong Yiji a few times, thinking to himself that this little old man is so weird in his clothes.

"He is Kong Yiji"

Zhang Wei explained.

Huihai was stunned. It was Kong Yiji, who claimed that "how can a scholar be considered stealing?" Kong Yiji, who was finally broken by his leg.

Thinking of the scepter sealed by the sea, Huihai chuckled and said, "Mr. Kong, can you know Brother Xun?"

Brother Xun is Lu Xun.

"Brother Xun?"

Kong Yiji stood up, half-squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and shook his head.

"Xun Ge'er is a young man with warm wine in the Xianheng Hotel in Lu Town"

Huihai gave a prompt.

He had forgotten such a meticulous thing. On the way he came, he searched the text "Kong Yiji" online.

Kong Yiji still shook his head. Every time he went to Xianheng Hotel, he would not only drink and eat fennel beans, but also deal with the ridicule of the boss and diners. How could he pay attention to a teenage child?

"You have taught him four ways to write the word "美"

Huihai gave another prompt.

Kong Yiji's expression became very strange, looking at Huihai like a fool.

"What's the meaning?"

Huihai is puzzled.

Zhang Wei couldn't help laughing.

"Kong Yiji taught the four ways to write the word "美" when he met others. He just had a meal in a restaurant, and he also taught me and the black cat."

Huihai looked speechless, and this guy showed off his ability when he saw people.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Kong Yiji looked at Huihai very seriously, "You are a holy monk and cannot drink wine. Just treat me to fennel beans."

Huihai felt a few crows flying past his forehead.

Three minutes later, a group of people and a cat appeared at the intersection.

Kong Yiji's Republic of China style and Huihai's monk style attracted a lot of attention. Some people even took photos with their mobile phones.

Kong Yiji's attention was on his long legs and lower abdomen all over the street. While he glanced at these exposed-dressed girls, he said "the world is getting worse" and "morality is declining."

Suddenly, the red light changed to the green light.

The passers-by were waiting and heading towards the other side of the road. Huihai, Zhang Wei and the black cat naturally followed him.

Kong Yiji was focused on his long legs. After waiting for the green light, he noticed it after half of his time. As a result, less than halfway through, a takeaway electric car rushed over and knocked Kong Yiji, who had lost weight, to be knocked away.

The agile deliveryman had already jumped out of the car in advance and was shocked to see Kong Yiji rolling on the ground in pain.

Huihai and Zhang Wei came over and dragged Kong Yiji to the side of the road. After checking, the two of them smiled unkindly.

Kong Yiji's legs were broken.
Chapter completed!