Sun Wukong asked sarcastically: "Wine made of flowers is called Baihua wine, right?"

"right!"

The Bishop of Yale nodded.

"So, what should be the pee you scattered after drinking Baihua wine?"

"After drinking Baihua wine... Sun Wukong, how dare you pee on my face, I'm your 18th generation of ancestors..."

Bishop Yale then realized that the fishy and slutty thing on his face was not anesthetic at all. He was so angry that he smoked his or her own ancestors, and he just wanted to fight with Sun Wukong to win with his strategy and threw all the thoughts of winning in the 18th level.

"ah!"

The Bishop of Yale was cursing happily, but suddenly a heart-wrenching pain came from his toe on his right foot. He screamed like a pig. As soon as the scream came out, he was slapped hard on his face, not only slapped his fat face, but also stopped his scream.

Sun Wukong said coldly: "Listen to me and do it, I will spare you a life, otherwise I will cut off your flesh with one knife."

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he put the knife on the other toe of the fat bishop. Bishop Yale knew the reason why a hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, so he nodded and agreed: "I must listen to you. I will do whatever you say!"

Bishop Yale said this, but he made up his mind that as soon as he escaped, he would immediately lead the Holy Knight and the priest back to kill the Ryan family without leaving them.

Sun Wukong smiled with satisfaction, reached out and cut off the rope of Bishop Yale's right hand, and then threw a book, a pen and three pieces of paper to him: "Cross the last page three, change the male protagonist's name to a 'me', and change the female protagonist's name to the goddess of light, you understand. In addition, don't want to play tricks, at such a close distance, I can cut your pig's claws away at any time before your magic is sent out!"

Bishop Yale thought to myself that he actually wanted me to copy books. As expected, he was a madman who could not guess with common sense. He was afraid that Sun Wukong would regret it, so he didn't think much about it. He quickly turned the book to the last page and copied it according to Sun Wukong's request.

"I pounced on the goddess of light, pulled off my last thin shirt, and immediately occupied the two peaks with both hands, savoring the warmth, the softness, the amazing elasticity..."

Bishop Yale wrote this and suddenly understood it, his face turned pale, and he exclaimed: "Heavenly bastard, you want me to blaspheme gods, I will never do this!" After saying that, he quickly threw the paper into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and immediately swallowed it into his stomach.

Bishop Yale knew in his heart that if such notes were leaked and let the church know, even his archbishop's uncle, the red robe, would not be able to protect him. By then, being sentenced to stolen would be considered light for him.

Sun Wukong asked lightly: "So, are you willing to die than copy?"

"If you don't copy, you won't copy it! Ah!"

Sun Wukong cut off another toe with a casual knife, and the fat Bishop's decisive words turned into a scream.

"The second and third ones are said to be ten fingers connected to the heart. I wonder what will happen if I cut ten toes in a row? The fourth one!"

"Ah, don't cut it anymore. I copied it. Can't I copy it? It hurts so much!"

Four toes were cut off one after another, and the Bishop Yale suffered severe pain and all his nose and tears fell down, and he finally chose to surrender.

Sun Wukong took back the knife and said with a smile: "That's right. I'll leave the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. I asked you to copy this and just make a talisman for yourself. I won't use it to deal with you. Okay, you can treat yourself first now, but remember not to use it."

The Bishop of Yale was overjoyed and quickly treated himself.

"Supreme goddess, please lower your kindness and heal the pain of your devout believers!"

After the mantra was recited, a holy white light flashed from the right hand of Bishop Yale. The white light shone on the three bloody broken holes, and the blood immediately stopped. Bishop Yale's pain was greatly reduced and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Sun Wukong said: "Why didn't you connect the broken finger and just stop the bleeding?"

Bishop Yale blushed and said embarrassedly: "If you connect the broken finger, you need at least the Xuan-level upper healing technique. I am just a spiritual-level magician."

"What!" Sun Wukong almost jumped up in shock, "You are a bishop who is only at the level of the spiritual level? You are not a fake one, right!"

"What a fake, it's so ugly. My uncle is the archbishop of the red robe. He recommended me to be the bishop!"

"Oh, so that's it." Sun Wukong suddenly realized, "Hehe, fat man, you are not much better than a pig in other ways. This reincarnation technique is really first-class!"

Bishop Yale nodded with a smile on his face.

"Okay, copy it quickly. I won't make things difficult for you after copying it."

When things got to this point, the Bishop of Yale could only take one step at a time, and had no other choice, and he could not help but pick up the paper and pen...

After a stick of incense, Bishop Yale finally completed the copying of the page of passionate love action text and handed it to Sun Wukong tremblingly: "This time, you can release me, I have to go back quickly and ask my subordinates to help you connect the toes."

Sun Wukong collected the two pages of paper and said with a treacherous smile: "You are so brave. You dare to blackmail us. Okay, now it's my turn to blackmail you. Hand over the valuable things, such as gold, silver, jewelry, moonlight treasure box, etc., I don't dislike it."

When Bishop Yale heard this, he couldn't help but move his right hand behind him. Originally, Sun Wukong just wanted to take one or two things casually, but now Bishop Yale's actions attracted his attention.

"Pull out the dog's paws behind you!"

The Bishop of Yale fell down again in a cold sweat and begged: "These two rings are my heirlooms, you can't take them!"

Sun Wukong ignored the fat man's howling, and directly pulled down the two glittering gold rings from his hand. After studying it, he finally understood why the fat man was so reluctant to let him go.

It turns out that one of these two rings is a space storage ring and the other is a pet dormant ring. Space magicians above the holy level can be made by space magicians, which is not rare, but they are usually small in size. For example, this one with a space of 10,000 cubic meters is a rare treasure.

As for pet sleeping rings, they are much more precious than ordinary space storage rings. They can only be made above the emperor. The ** space in the ring contains a small amount of spiritual energy, so pets can sleep inside.

"Okay, these two rings are still easy to pass, so I reluctantly accepted them."

Sun Wukong was still behaved when he got the advantage. When Bishop Yale heard this, he really wanted to rush over and strangle the little bastard to death. However, after thinking about it, he was thief-hearted but not brave.

Sun Wukong looked at the Bishop of Yale with a smile on his face and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Starting tomorrow, I will ask Ivy to go to your church. You arrange a powerful pastor to teach her therapies. If she can't learn well, you will die; if she is bullied, you will die too; if she is led by you, you will die even more..."

The Bishop of Yale was so angry that he was numb, and his eyes began to get a little wet - what kind of evil did I do today? I met this little lunatic. I used to come to blackmail when I came to the door and returned home with a full load, but this time I lost the heirloom and became someone else's slave...
Chapter completed!