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Chapter 146 Lan Qi made a crime
Chapter 146 Lan Qi made a crime
In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the castle, ancient and luxurious coexist, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not lit.
The murals adorning the walls of this bedroom depict scenes from the Horning Empire, and the rich wood-grained walls and ceiling evoke a rich history.
On the side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the huge glass window are half open. Outside the window, the castle courtyard and the mountains beyond are still hidden in the night, only the faint moonlight shines in from the window, reflecting in every corner of the room.
In the middle is a spacious four-poster bed, the pure white sheets and quilt covers on the carved solid wood frame and soft mattress look gorgeous and comfortable, and at the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lie there quietly, as if inviting guests Into sweet dreams.
This bedroom is not only reminiscent of the history and stories of the castle, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space to enjoy quiet evenings and relax.
It's just... the atmosphere isn't like that.
Beside the four-poster bed, iron chains are firmly locking the dark oak high-backed chair. A petite girl is unconscious. Her long hair is scattered on her shoulders, her skin is as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hang weakly on both sides of the chair. side.
Her body was also firmly tied to the chair by several iron chains, and the shackles were like a cold snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.
The little priest among the three girls in the Crean Empire is also another betrayer besides the Saintess of Destruction. Her comatose appearance has returned to her usual petite and pitiful appearance when she was disguised. It is hard to imagine that she is a Vicious Resurrectionists.
It seems that acting skills have been engraved in the bone marrow.
Various physical and magical restrictions have been added to her body. Although the blood power can be activated once, the threat is already extremely low because her attack attribute is too weak.
I don't know how long the silence lasted.
In the dark bedroom, the sound of a wooden door creaking pierced the silence, and the cold air of the cliff in the late autumn night poured in.
The door opened slowly, and a tall male figure appeared at the door. His straight figure cast a long shadow under the dim moonlight.
Carrying an iron bucket full of water in his hand, he walked slowly into the room, every step was heavy and clear, accompanied by the sound of armor metal tapping.
He walked up to the unconscious girl, without any hesitation, dumped the bucket in his hand, and the cold water hit the girl instantly.
"what!"
Water splashed everywhere, and the body of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church trembled violently, accompanied by a coughing sound, and a pair of blue eyes flickered in panic.
She instinctively struggled vigorously, but the tight iron chain bound her tightly, preventing her from moving.
"You guys...!"
The Priestess of the Resurrection Church was about to yell, but her words stopped when she saw the figure of the Paladin clearly.
The paladin stood there, watching her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without the slightest pity or hesitation, as if it was a different person, and the Priestess couldn't help feeling a strong chill in her heart.
In the morning...and in the afternoon...this paladin doesn't seem to be like this...
In the dim room at this moment, she who was tied to the chair seemed to be the focus of all fears.
On the contrary, those gorgeous furniture and decorations began to look a little oppressive, making her feel lonely.
After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked.
When the executioner came in, his hands were wearing thick cotton gloves, while the priest was holding an old cloth mop.
Their eyes were equally terribly cold.
Sophisticated and their calm demeanor is like getting ready for garbage removal.
Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly more tense and gloomy.
"What are you going to do?"
Priestess's legs were trembling weakly, and she always felt that something was wrong with these three people!
But the paladin ignored any of her cries and put the bucket beside the priestess' chair.
And the executioner didn't even look at her.
A roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin was spread out on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.
"You may bleed a lot later, but that iron bucket should hold it."
The executioner picked up one of the lancets, watched the slender light reflected from the tip of the knife, and explained indifferently.
Priestess' pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron bucket under her feet.
Her face was as pale as paper, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She didn't dare to think about it just by taking a peek at the iron bucket that seemed to be bottomless.
Compared with the daytime, these three are like three different people. Compared with the always gentle and resolute church members of the Goddess of Destiny, they are more like false priests disguised as evil side creatures!
"You... are you really the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"
The lips and teeth of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church trembled.
"Praise the goddess!"
Terrible smiles appeared on the faces of the three of them, they turned to look at her, and said in unison.
"You, you... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
……
In bedroom [-] on the other side of the second floor.
Soon, screams were heard from next door.
Accompanied by a brisk pace, the poet of great love trotted over happily with open arms.
"It's done!"
The great love poet was full of complacency, and patted Lan Qi on the shoulder lightly and quickly, as if asking for credit.
"I'll leave it to you to rehabilitate bad students in the future, Director Lan Fu of the Department of Political Affairs and Education."
Lan Qi praised with a smile.
He feels that his school team is more complete.
When everything is ready, the Purgatory Corridor Academy will be made great again.
At this time, he will once again serve as the principal in this world.
"Hoohoo!"
The great love poet nodded with his arms akimbo.
"Love the poet, where did you learn it from?"
Huberian looked at the beloved poet in disbelief.
Sometimes I feel that Da Ai Poet is very good, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.
Just hearing the heart-piercing and desperate screams of the priestess of the Resurrection Church next door, Huberian just wanted to cover her ears and lower her head to pretend that she couldn't hear.
My own merits seem to be being deducted every second!
This trip to the Shadow World is over, and I no longer dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess.
"Such a simple thing, shouldn't you be born with it? Hyperion, you are a disgrace to the demons!"
The great love poet looked at Huberian, narrowed his left eye full of disdain, and criticized Huberian harshly.
"..."
Huberian was speechless for a while.
Although the great poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time that Huberian heard a demon say that she was a disgrace to the demon clan, and she felt very happy in her heart.
She hastily confessed to the goddess in her heart again and again, her heart should be very heavy at this time!
Moreover, Huberian is very surprised, why the great love poet can have such high intelligence and autonomous action ability, so he is no different from a real creature.
If Lan Qi hadn't seen Lan Qi summoning the Great Love Poet through a magic card, no one would have seen that the Great Love Poet was actually a summoned object, not even the Blood Envoy who visited the Demon Academy from the Shadow World last time.
"Okay, Secretary Huberian, it's time for us to have a good chat with this noble lady from the Crescent Empire."
Lan Qi's voice at the side made Huberian quickly concentrate and sat up straight on the chair.
At the same time, sitting opposite the two of them was the mage and noble girl from the Creelian Empire.
In the team of three girls from the Crane Empire, the female knight Destroyer Saintess is dead, another resurrected priestess is being tortured next door, and the last one, and the only one who is not a resurrected believer, is Lan Qi and Huber The noble female mage in front of Lian's eyes.
She was in a depressed state, leaning on the back of the chair, tilting her head slightly, letting her brown hair hang down her cheeks, as if her eyes had lost their luster.
There is no intention of speaking actively, nor of any resistance.
Anyway, in five hours, it's all over.
Everyone will die at the hands of the vampires.
Like her empire of Crane, no one can save it.
Push this book~
(End of this chapter)
In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the castle, ancient and luxurious coexist, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not lit.
The murals adorning the walls of this bedroom depict scenes from the Horning Empire, and the rich wood-grained walls and ceiling evoke a rich history.
On the side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the huge glass window are half open. Outside the window, the castle courtyard and the mountains beyond are still hidden in the night, only the faint moonlight shines in from the window, reflecting in every corner of the room.
In the middle is a spacious four-poster bed, the pure white sheets and quilt covers on the carved solid wood frame and soft mattress look gorgeous and comfortable, and at the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lie there quietly, as if inviting guests Into sweet dreams.
This bedroom is not only reminiscent of the history and stories of the castle, but also provides guests with a comfortable and private space to enjoy quiet evenings and relax.
It's just... the atmosphere isn't like that.
Beside the four-poster bed, iron chains are firmly locking the dark oak high-backed chair. A petite girl is unconscious. Her long hair is scattered on her shoulders, her skin is as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hang weakly on both sides of the chair. side.
Her body was also firmly tied to the chair by several iron chains, and the shackles were like a cold snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.
The little priest among the three girls in the Crean Empire is also another betrayer besides the Saintess of Destruction. Her comatose appearance has returned to her usual petite and pitiful appearance when she was disguised. It is hard to imagine that she is a Vicious Resurrectionists.
It seems that acting skills have been engraved in the bone marrow.
Various physical and magical restrictions have been added to her body. Although the blood power can be activated once, the threat is already extremely low because her attack attribute is too weak.
I don't know how long the silence lasted.
In the dark bedroom, the sound of a wooden door creaking pierced the silence, and the cold air of the cliff in the late autumn night poured in.
The door opened slowly, and a tall male figure appeared at the door. His straight figure cast a long shadow under the dim moonlight.
Carrying an iron bucket full of water in his hand, he walked slowly into the room, every step was heavy and clear, accompanied by the sound of armor metal tapping.
He walked up to the unconscious girl, without any hesitation, dumped the bucket in his hand, and the cold water hit the girl instantly.
"what!"
Water splashed everywhere, and the body of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church trembled violently, accompanied by a coughing sound, and a pair of blue eyes flickered in panic.
She instinctively struggled vigorously, but the tight iron chain bound her tightly, preventing her from moving.
"You guys...!"
The Priestess of the Resurrection Church was about to yell, but her words stopped when she saw the figure of the Paladin clearly.
The paladin stood there, watching her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without the slightest pity or hesitation, as if it was a different person, and the Priestess couldn't help feeling a strong chill in her heart.
In the morning...and in the afternoon...this paladin doesn't seem to be like this...
In the dim room at this moment, she who was tied to the chair seemed to be the focus of all fears.
On the contrary, those gorgeous furniture and decorations began to look a little oppressive, making her feel lonely.
After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked.
When the executioner came in, his hands were wearing thick cotton gloves, while the priest was holding an old cloth mop.
Their eyes were equally terribly cold.
Sophisticated and their calm demeanor is like getting ready for garbage removal.
Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly more tense and gloomy.
"What are you going to do?"
Priestess's legs were trembling weakly, and she always felt that something was wrong with these three people!
But the paladin ignored any of her cries and put the bucket beside the priestess' chair.
And the executioner didn't even look at her.
A roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin was spread out on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.
"You may bleed a lot later, but that iron bucket should hold it."
The executioner picked up one of the lancets, watched the slender light reflected from the tip of the knife, and explained indifferently.
Priestess' pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron bucket under her feet.
Her face was as pale as paper, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She didn't dare to think about it just by taking a peek at the iron bucket that seemed to be bottomless.
Compared with the daytime, these three are like three different people. Compared with the always gentle and resolute church members of the Goddess of Destiny, they are more like false priests disguised as evil side creatures!
"You... are you really the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"
The lips and teeth of the Priestess of the Resurrection Church trembled.
"Praise the goddess!"
Terrible smiles appeared on the faces of the three of them, they turned to look at her, and said in unison.
"You, you... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
……
In bedroom [-] on the other side of the second floor.
Soon, screams were heard from next door.
Accompanied by a brisk pace, the poet of great love trotted over happily with open arms.
"It's done!"
The great love poet was full of complacency, and patted Lan Qi on the shoulder lightly and quickly, as if asking for credit.
"I'll leave it to you to rehabilitate bad students in the future, Director Lan Fu of the Department of Political Affairs and Education."
Lan Qi praised with a smile.
He feels that his school team is more complete.
When everything is ready, the Purgatory Corridor Academy will be made great again.
At this time, he will once again serve as the principal in this world.
"Hoohoo!"
The great love poet nodded with his arms akimbo.
"Love the poet, where did you learn it from?"
Huberian looked at the beloved poet in disbelief.
Sometimes I feel that Da Ai Poet is very good, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.
Just hearing the heart-piercing and desperate screams of the priestess of the Resurrection Church next door, Huberian just wanted to cover her ears and lower her head to pretend that she couldn't hear.
My own merits seem to be being deducted every second!
This trip to the Shadow World is over, and I no longer dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess.
"Such a simple thing, shouldn't you be born with it? Hyperion, you are a disgrace to the demons!"
The great love poet looked at Huberian, narrowed his left eye full of disdain, and criticized Huberian harshly.
"..."
Huberian was speechless for a while.
Although the great poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time that Huberian heard a demon say that she was a disgrace to the demon clan, and she felt very happy in her heart.
She hastily confessed to the goddess in her heart again and again, her heart should be very heavy at this time!
Moreover, Huberian is very surprised, why the great love poet can have such high intelligence and autonomous action ability, so he is no different from a real creature.
If Lan Qi hadn't seen Lan Qi summoning the Great Love Poet through a magic card, no one would have seen that the Great Love Poet was actually a summoned object, not even the Blood Envoy who visited the Demon Academy from the Shadow World last time.
"Okay, Secretary Huberian, it's time for us to have a good chat with this noble lady from the Crescent Empire."
Lan Qi's voice at the side made Huberian quickly concentrate and sat up straight on the chair.
At the same time, sitting opposite the two of them was the mage and noble girl from the Creelian Empire.
In the team of three girls from the Crane Empire, the female knight Destroyer Saintess is dead, another resurrected priestess is being tortured next door, and the last one, and the only one who is not a resurrected believer, is Lan Qi and Huber The noble female mage in front of Lian's eyes.
She was in a depressed state, leaning on the back of the chair, tilting her head slightly, letting her brown hair hang down her cheeks, as if her eyes had lost their luster.
There is no intention of speaking actively, nor of any resistance.
Anyway, in five hours, it's all over.
Everyone will die at the hands of the vampires.
Like her empire of Crane, no one can save it.
Push this book~
(End of this chapter)
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