?? "What's impossible? Do you think you really ignite those gasoline combustion aids? It's just a simple illusion." Duan Minghui chuckled in his heart about the questions in everyone's heart.

"How about it, are you ready to convert to believe in me and become a disciple of my Shennong Cult?" Duan Minghui's body shone brightly, his body rose into the air, and he looked down at them.

"Ah, true God!" Those who have weak will and do not have deep faith immediately fell to the ground and bowed to their prayers.

But the few people represented by the person who was the leader were frightened and still stood stubbornly.

"What, are you going to abandon the contract?" Duan Minghui's voice sank and he said majestic.

"The Lord is our only God, the Lord is holy, and Christ is eternal life—" Those people simply closed their eyes and kept praying like self-hypnosis in their mouths.

"Okay, it's okay if you don't believe me. I won't believe in me forever, and I won't kill you like your God! You go. Just don't make trouble again." Just when those people thought they were going to martyr for their faith, the God of Shennong Buddhism suddenly said this.

Even if their faith was as firm as they did, they had a slight affection for this strange god at this moment. Because they had read it well, they knew how their God treated the heretics and unbelievers.

"Our Baptist Los Angeles Diocese will not come to trouble you Shennong Church again, but we cannot guarantee what the believers in other parishes will do." The leader thought about it seriously and said so frankly.

"It's okay, as long as you don't come and make trouble again." Duan Minghui waved his hand like a flies and let them leave.

"Old friend, why don't you go and go to my little girlfriend under the moonlight to go to my little church?" After everyone left, Duan Minghui turned around and said to someone in the dark.

A tall black shadow walked out of the darkness and walked in front of him. Under the moonlight, his handsome face outlined well.

It is Angel, the tragic vampire.

"I have been guessing your true identity, but I never thought you would be a religion god! Shennong Buddhism, I guess you should not be the real reincarnation of the powerful in the myths and legends of you Chinese people, right?" Although Angel said in a joking tone, his eyes were filled with a rare solemnity.

"Of course not. But a small sect was built elsewhere to play, so I took advantage of the time last time and made a random one here. It was just a hobby, a hobby." Duan Minghui said casually.

Speaking of Shennong Cult in this world, he is really imitating Shennong Cult, and he made it here by imitating it. Anyway, since the Sun Valley Hell Incident, new sects in Los Angeles, which are closest to, have been established like mushrooms after a rain. Because after the Doomsday Incident, it was a good time for various new and old religions to flourish and develop.

It was because he was distracted to do his own Shennong Cult here that he only played soy sauce during the last underground vampire bar battle, and only came out to clean up the mess.

It is worth mentioning that the location of the Shennong Church in this world is exactly the same as the location of the small church in the world, and even the interior decoration is similar. This has given him many interesting conjectures about the modeling problems of these different dream worlds.

"That's true. Since the Sun Valley incident, there have been more and more newly established religions in Los Angeles. Even my friend Whistler has established a 'listening to the heart', but he is an absolute demon of hell." Angel said with emotion.

"When it comes to the hell demons, I'm very curious. Aren't all the guys from hell evil and bloodthirsty?" Duan Minghui asked curiously.

"No, of course not. Just like human society, the hell demons are also different. Although most hell demons are associated with twists, perverts, bloodthirsty, a small number of demons are neutral. They have no intention of being enemies with humans, and escaping from hell to the world is just because the environment in hell is too bad. In fact, they are no different from those humans in other backward countries who want to come to the United States to pursue their dreams. The country they immigrated before was called hell. My friend Whistler is one of them. He is an absolute hell demon, but his identity is a psychological counselor. He uses his demon skills to help those who are mentally ill, go to work normally, pay taxes on time, and is completely a legal and normal American citizen. Of course, recently his business card has been added to his bishop of the "Listen to the Heart". However, it was also reported to the relevant government departments, which is legal." Angel said.

"It sounds like an interesting guy. I might visit him when I have time and make friends with him." Duan Minghui said casually.

"No, you'd better not. I don't want to cause trouble for my friends." Unexpectedly, Angel flatly refused him.

"Why?" Duan Minghui raised his eyebrows.

"Because of your identity. Maybe those ordinary people don't know, but the demons of hell still hate you as the "criminal demon hunter". Whistler is a neutral demon who just wants to enjoy it well in the world, so--" Angel said.

"Do you know that your words are insulting a god?" Duan Minghui's face turned cold and he said coldly.

Angel was silent. Under the moonlight, a man and a dark creature stood opposite each other in silence.

"Haha, I'm kidding! Why, did you scare you?" The atmosphere solidified to the extreme, but Duan Minghui suddenly laughed out loud, and at the same time walked to Angel and patted him hard on his shoulder with his hand.

"You really scared me." Angel replied clumsyly. This was indeed a very difficult thing for him who was on the dark, sad and cool route.

"Okay, let's talk, why should I come to me tonight?" Seeing the handsome guy laughing so hard, Duan Minghui laughed even more happily. He finally stopped laughing and asked about the serious matters.

"Dala, I'm here for Dara." Angel returned to his cold expression and went straight to the domination.

"What Dala? I don't know." Duan Minghui pushed two, five or six ways.

"Last week's Vampire Bar." Angel said to the point.

Duan Minghui put away his laughter and said in a serious manner, "Even if I really saved her, what are you going to deal with her? If you let her go, she will definitely come to trouble you or Buffy. If you kill her, are you willing to do it?"

Angel fell into silence and said for a long time: "At least let me see her again and make a real break."

"Yes. Who made us friends?" Duan Minghui said cheerfully, and with a turn of his hand, a small banner appeared in his hand. With a trembling, a woman with a good figure appeared in the moonlight.

"angelus, my dear liam, I finally saw you again. Will you still cut off my neck cruelly like last time?" Dara, the Lord, who had been entangled with Angel for three hundred years, finally met again.
Chapter completed!