The situation is not good!

Jian'er frowned, and her face was filled with unhesitation. Before, she had hoped that the guy named Rosie was not strong enough and was not well-trained enough (after all, according to what Rosie said before, when he revealed his ancestor's diary, he had already begun to practice holy power as little as possible, and focused on training his fists and feet). In this way, even if the strength angel Roarel used Rosie as a sacrifice, he could not attract more powerful angels. After all, what level of angel can this attract is linked to Rosie's strength, right?

Of course, the best situation is that the power angel Miarel can only attract friends who are weaker than him, or call again, and attract a guy in the same class as him. Because at least with the current strength of Jian'er and others, there is still a fight.

But now it seems that this is not the case. Judging from the posture that the power angel Miarel now shows, the angel coming is at least above him. Otherwise, with the nostrils and arrogant look that this person had shown before, it would be impossible to become so "humble".

The rotation of the vortex of light began to stop slowly, and then the light emitted from the light cloud began to become softer and even brought a sacred feeling. The gentle, slight music sounds sprinkled from the light cloud and bathed in this sacred light. The places that came to seek medical treatment before began to slowly fade away because Jian'er didn't want to get a commotion and returned to the original state.

"Ah—" Unlike the various comforts that everyone showed when they stayed in this holy light, when the light was sprinkled on Moore, he screamed, and to everyone's light that looked like a thousand sharp blades on the body of the blood clan, he could not bear it at all. He instinctively shrank, turned into a bat, and slapped the bat wings and flashed backwards and flashed through the lights.

"Moore, go to Lu Xiuwen and he will protect you." Jian'er shouted hurriedly, "Xu Wen..."

"Yes, Miss!" Looking at the little bat rushing towards him, Lu Xiuwen raised his hand, and a faint black aura came out of his hand, covering Moore.

Moore, who was covered by the black aura, finally calmed down and moved his body curiously, feeling the tempting and surging power in the black aura. If it weren't for the fact that there was still some reason, Moore would almost couldn't help but absorb this power to practice.

"Xiuwen, how are you doing Xiuwu? Are you affected?" Although Jian'er heard Lu Xiuwen and the others talk about it, they were almost the same as humans after "piercing" the righteous body, but after all, these two are ghost bodies. Although they know that with the power of the two (ghosts) and their special nature, the so-called holy light should not hurt them, Jian'er is still a little worried that the two ghosts will be affected.

"Miss, nothing happened!" Lu Xiuwen and Lu Xiuwu said in unison.

He made sure that his person was fine. At this moment, Jian'er had the leisure to watch the fun. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Guangyun in the air with a smile. Although he didn't know what kind of angel the Guangyun was later, the effect this person made was probably a charming look for the blind man, and his expression was in vain.

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While speaking, a pair of snow-white, crystal-clear jade feet appeared in the middle of the light cloud and began to slowly descend. The wings of larger, longer and more snowy than the Angel Miarel were stretched. The long and golden-like shining light was automatically dancing behind the angel. His hand slightly raised, his handsome face drooping twenty degrees, was full of loving eyes... Every move of his movement conveyed a message - God, love the world!

However, when this person saw the situation on the scene, his face full of compassion froze, and then his whole body became hard, making the extremely stylish pose he had previously made a little distorted and funny.

Jian'er suddenly lowered her head, her shoulders couldn't help but twitch and twitched. Her teeth were tightly biting her lower lip, for fear that she would not be able to laugh out loud because this expression was so funny.

If she was not wrong, according to the agreement between the Holy See and those angels, this powerful angel Miarel had already "cooked" the god Rossi who had become a contract with him, and then according to the agreement, sacrificed Rossi and summoned him to the world.

According to the idea of ​​the newly born angel, this person probably thought that he had summoned him to enjoy the praise and worship of the believers as agreed. So he then put on such various sacred and noble postures, and the holy lights should be the blessing of the devout believers who came to worship him.

Because Jian'er could feel that the so-called holy light contained a vigorous vitality, which was extremely beneficial to the human body. There is a saying that the promoters who used to make health care products liked the most: If you are shining by this holy light, you will definitely be cured if you are sick and strengthen your body if you are not sick!

Haven't you seen that the wounds on the bodies of the wounded men who were shrouded by this holy light have begun to heal with a visible naked eye?

"Well, it's really good." Jian'er nodded. At least no matter what, this angel did good deeds, helped others, and accumulated virtue, right?

Unfortunately, the newly born angel who did not do good deeds, helped others, and accumulated virtue did not care. What he cared about was that he would have made a big ugly! Looking at the group of people who were obviously hypnotized and conscious, then looking at another group of people who were looking at him with a monkey show expression, his face instantly turned darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Miarel, what's going on?" Withdrawn, the angel looked at Miarel with a gloomy expression on his face. If he didn't have a good reason, he would turn it into a blame...

"Sir, that's the case..." Miarelle, the angel of power, hurriedly reported the incident to the person briefly. As his subordinate, can Miarelle, the angel of power, still understand his character? This angel of power, was ugly when he came out. If he didn't give him an explanation and found such an venting bucket for him, the anger would be spread to his head!
Chapter completed!