.     "Lin Zixian, can you not be thorny when speaking? I have never offended you." Xuan Bing said seriously: "In fact, Taoist people today are not as backward and conservative as you think. Except for one more way of practicing than ordinary people, other life is the same. Please do not speak with contempt."

Lin Zixian took a sip of wine, pinched his temples and said, "What do you want to say when you come here? You can't be liked by me when I see that I am handsome, right? I'm not having the experience of being friends with the Taoist nun in the opposite sex. If you hurt you one day, don't blame me."

Xuan Bing didn't know that he would say something like this, and he suddenly turned red and defended himself: "Can you speak seriously? I came here to tell you that everyone asked me to give you a word. We will cooperate with you sincerely and be willing to obey your order."

"That's right." Lin Zixian nodded, picked up the wine glass and said, "Okay, I understand, I won't give it." He still has something to do, and he doesn't want to have Moji with this woman.

However, Xuan Bing had no intention of leaving, staring at him and said, "I'll keep my word."

Monk Lin Zixian was confused and said with a confused look on his face: "What do you mean?"

The beautiful Taoist nun explained seriously and honestly: "I have realized my shortcomings. I really want to learn from you sincerely."

Only then did Lin Zixian understand what it means and jokingly said, "What do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn everything you know." Xuan Bing said sincerely.

Lin Zixian nodded slowly and said, "Can you drink?"

"I can't drink it, but I've drunk it. I don't like alcohol."

Lin Zixian immediately snapped Jacob's fingers and said, "Jaco, vodka."

Jacob immediately took a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and was about to open the bottle to pour wine. Lin Zixian stopped him and said, "I want a bottle."

Jacob was stunned, but he still gave him a bottle of wine. Lin Zixian took the bottle of vodka and put it in front of Xuanbing with a "slap". He pointed and said, "Then let's start learning by drinking."

"I didn't say I wanted to learn to drink." Xuan Bing shook his head and refused.

"Didn't you say I know, you want to learn it?" Lin Zixian said carelessly, holding a wine glass, "What's the use of swearing in your mouth? Everyone will say that if you want to learn theoretical things, you should find some books and read them more, there is no need to learn from me. The ups and downs are the taste of life. Only by experiencing various lives can you learn real things. As the saying goes, you can be the best if you endure hardships. This is the ultimate principle of life, just like you learn martial arts... forget it if you don't drink, don't disturb me drinking."

Xuan Bing bit his lip, suddenly grabbed the wine bottle, twisted off the cap, and gurgled with a big mouthful of the bottle facing the upper lip. He put down the wine bottle and coughed continuously.

Lin Zixian glanced sideways and said, "Drink all this bottle."

"You are deliberately making things difficult for me." Xuan Bing said angrily.

"If you think this way, I have nothing to say." Lin Zixian stretched out and said, "At least you have to show some sincerity in studying? This is also a difficult task for you? Then you say, why do you say you want to learn, and I will teach you. I owe you what I owe?"

To put it nicely, it is actually just deliberately making things difficult for the other party and trying to get out of the situation. So even though they know that the other party is not drinking, they deliberately make a whole bottle of high-intensity vodka.

Xuan Bing didn't say anything. He grabbed the bottle and blew it. He gulped a few times, and then he coughed violently, and his face turned red. After coughing, he grabbed the bottle and blew it. He quickly finished a bottle of high-intensity vodka and drank it. The bottle slapped the bar.

The handsome little guy Jacob was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know which of the two were having fun.

"Don't cheat, it's not counting when using your energy to dispel alcohol." Lin Zixian reminded him, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, ignored the smoking ban sign, shook out one and handed it to her, and said, "Smoke a cigarette." He was obviously making things difficult for him on purpose.

After filling a bottle of wine, Xuanbing naturally would not retreat halfway. He put the gun into his hand and said angrily: "Lighter."

Lin Zixian smiled and handed the lighter to her. Xuan Bing snatched it and lit a cigarette in his hand, taking a deep breath.

In an instant, the fun became so loud that Xuan Bing coughed constantly, and tears flowed. With the effect of a strong alcohol, the taste was really bad. He felt like he wanted to vomit, and his head became dizzy in an instant.

"If you don't work, don't force it. Some things are not that easy to learn, and it's just the beginning." Lin Zixian teased without any sympathy.

Xuanbing wiped her tears, coughing and holding the cigarette, looking painful... No one would smoke like her, keep holding the cigarette and sucking it into her stomach. It would be strange if she didn't feel uncomfortable.

At Eiffel Monastery, a group of men in black arrived before dawn. Dean Emma died, and it was impossible for the monastery to not contact the local church, so they immediately alarmed Thomas and led people to come.

A group of people searched the monastery inside and out and asked about the incident. Sister Carol and Sister Janet, who were tied to the vicinity, were also taken back for interrogation.

Troubled until the sun shone brightly, Thomas stood in front of a ruin with a heavy face. In front of the cottage where Emelle lived alone, the cottage had been burned to ruins, and Emelle had also disappeared.

Many nuns once mentioned that strange red light had faintly penetrated from the hut, and then Archbishop Caesar set fire to the hut, not allowing anyone to put out the fire, which made Thomas vaguely think of something and his breathing gradually became heavier.

At this moment, a car drove from outside quickly. After stopping at the foot of the mountain, a member of the Templar quickly got out with a handheld computer, ran all the way up to Thomas about what had just happened in Star Square, and then turned on the handheld computer to show him the content played inside.

This group of people is also very powerful. The video that has been strictly blocked is still in hand. The screenplay of fierce battles in Star Plaza is played on the monitor.

Thomas's face gradually became very ugly, and he gave a picture a freeze, which was the scene where Lin Zixian and Tom traded.

Thomas pointed a string of things that Lin Zixian held on the touch screen with his fingers, and moved it to the middle of the touch screen to enlarge it. The picture was not very clear, and even Lin Zixian himself could not see clearly. He could only vaguely see that there was a red bracelet on his hand.

Thomas' expression suddenly tense, his eyes burst into anger, and he slowly turned back to look at the burned hut. He continued to play the video. The content of the video was actually very short, but it was very fierce inside, and even the helicopter was used. The light and shadow of the bullets shot like a meteor shower, and the picture was shaking violently.

However, this was not what Thomas cares most. He played the picture back and froze it on someone who was sliding over the wire rope. He enlarged the picture and saw the strange mask on the other person's face... He remained silent for a long time.

The subordinates on the side reported: "The fight was very fierce. It was estimated that the blood clan had dispatched at least more than 400 people. We reported from the informants of the military and police that there were at least 300 blood clan bodies at the scene, but the other party who fought with it was estimated that no more than 30 people were judged from the video and the oral narrative of witnesses on the scene. These thirty people were calmly and quickly escaped under the siege of hundreds of people, and did not even leave a single hair. They were very powerful and I don't know who they were."

"It's them." Thomas muttered.

"Who are they?" his men wondered.

"International idle man!" Thomas took a deep breath and sighed.

"Is it them?" his subordinates said in surprise: "How could Rom fight with the blood clan?"

"It's not Roma, it's the earliest member of the group to form the international idle people, and it's also the group of people who made the international idle people famous all over the world. The international idle people's loud sign was made by them." Thomas looked into the distance and said to himself: "Everyone has been silent for so long. If you summon everyone to come back again, do you want to shock the underground world again?"

His men said in surprise: "Captain, are you talking about Bishop Caesar?"

Thomas waved his hand and signaled him to retreat. Then he took out his cell phone and dialed Lin Zixian's phone number, saying in a deep voice: "Caiser, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Lin Zixian, who was drinking in the bar, held the phone and replied lightly: "Is that necessary?"

"I'll be waiting for you at Eiffel Monastery." Thomas hung up the phone.

Lin Zixian looked at the phone in his hand, smiled slightly, put away the phone, took out a piece of paper money, pressed it under the wine glass, stood up and left.

Xuan Bing, who was a little dizzy, immediately followed behind, and her steps were a little frivolous. Drinking a large bottle of high-intensity vodka, it was indeed not easy to adjust by relying on her body functions alone. Her belly is now in a state of turmoil and uncomfortable.

In the parking lot, Lin Zixian had just started the car and turned his head. Xuanbing, who was swaying, had already spread his limbs and stopped him in front of the car.

Lin Zixian put down the car window, stretched out his head, and said with a smile: "Fairy, I see you looking so ecstatic. If you don't go to the sky, why do you run to the world and stop me in my car?"

"Lin Zixian, you have to keep your word." Xuan Bing, who had a flushed face, pointed at him, walked over and opened the car door, and entered the passenger seat with a smell of alcohol. He lay in the position and kept touching his head, looking uncomfortable and tormented.

Lin Zixian shook his head with a smile and drove away quickly.

As soon as he left the city, Lin Zixian drifted twice at high speed. Xuanbing, whose stomach was overturned, could no longer resist it. He held his mouth and waved his hand to stop.

Lin Zixian parked the car on the side of the road with a smile. Xuan Bing, who ran out of the car in a hurry, vomiting suddenly and almost vomited all the bitter gallbladder.

When he was swaying back into the car with a smell of alcohol, he fell asleep in the position. Lin Zixian pulled her seat belt and drove quickly again. Occasionally, he could hear Xuan Bing muttering drunken words: "It's so bad..." Lin Zixian laughed silently.

After arriving at the monastery, Lin Zixian threw Xuanbing into the car, looked at Thomas standing on top and stared at him below with his hands behind his back, and walked up slowly. After coming to Thomas, he asked, "What do you want to say in a hurry to see me?"

Thomas replied: "Why don't you tell me the traces of the blood clan when you discovered it?"

Lin Zixian turned around and asked coldly: "Why tell you?"

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