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Thinking of this kind of thing, Ling Yan could only shook his head helplessly, then secretly glanced at Kurodiya, who had never spoken, sighed, and greeted Himiho, before going out as well.

After making sure that he is okay, what he needs now is—

Turn the saint into your own!

Just like the title, don’t talk about the so-called first broken shoes, just ask this sentence-after all, compared with the experience of the main palace, the experience of Currotia is nothing

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 114, come, let me take you away~ (fog)

The current prison is very chaotic, and almost anyone who has lost everything is already planning to destroy everything.

After experiencing the horror that they could not bear again and chose to commit suicide, the guys who jumped straight down, the guys in the riots also started their actions—or what they thought [the final meaning of being alive ].

What' why do we suffer such pain!Why is the pain only us!why!','It was the woman's fault!It was the fault of the saint!','Kill her!Kill the saint!Kill that bitch!Lines such as' have formed [mainstream].

Even after seeing Ling Yan, the guy who was rumored to join the church, he chose to do it!

Although-no pressure at all!

"So, humans must learn to save themselves." After kicking a felled guy away like a stone, Ling Yan smiled with self-deprecating: "You are really sad like this."

Ling Yan suddenly found out: If they knew that there would be more crashes after the saint died, what would they look like?

After all, in Ling Yan's view, these guys are not worth enough to be cannon fodder, so it doesn't matter whether they die or not.

Suddenly, Jike's voice sounded not far ahead, and he was continuously issuing orders to the subordinates who did not lose the golden lock: "Ozban patrol the north! You go to the west!"

"Investigate all the victims clearly today!"

"Oh!!!" Oz was very imposing and took the men behind him, as well as the young people. "Little ones! Follow me!"

"It's really fast." Ling Yan watched this scene and walked to Jike's side: "However, this is not something that humans can solve."

"Even so, we have to dispatch the Golden Lock not to lose it, because this is our duty-although it sounds weird." After hearing Ling Yan's voice, his tone was full of helplessness: "Although Melt no longer , It’s a pity that Finorieta fell."

"Isn't it over to build another one?" In the face of his helplessness, Ling Yan can understand: After all, although Melt is okay, all the memories of his brothers and friends are ruined so directly-Jike It’s natural to not accept something, isn’t it?

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple and you can fix it right away." As if his mouth was dry, he licked his lips: "Unfortunately, the good things that my old man and I have collected are all gone."

"--This is the point." Faced with Jike's life-threatening character, Ling Yan had to admit--for a place like prison where only alcohol can be used as a drink, he is now a little addicted to drinking. (Ahem-this was definitely not added by myself)...

"Although I'm very reluctant, Liliium probably can only be handed over to Miss Himiho." Suddenly, Jike said something that Ling Yan felt very painful: "After all, after Alice left with Keim, Lily Umri is no different from a new doctor."

"—" Even though I knew that Kayem had left this prison, Alice could not stop him from leaving Jike with Kayem in any capacity, or could not stop it at all—after all, Iris was Kayem. The belongings are coming.

However, Ling Yan was surprised: Why can Kayim be able to take the emperor's line after taking the Alice thread!?Nima, is this the real protagonist's treatment!?Aren't you afraid of being hatched and good boat?

And-Himi calls you good at healing!?Fuck, what the hell is the queen of your generation Eimatai!?

I have to admit that after Ling Yan discovered that Meihu followed him with a variety of identities that made him speechless, his three views were not correct?

"So, when is your plan going to start?" After experiencing this crash, Jike, who has completely believed in the meaning of the words, directly pulled Ling Yan out of shock: "How long does it need to wait?"

Anger and unwillingness-even the urge to kill those nobles immediately has spread in his heart-as long as Ling Yan is willing to tell him a careful plan, the sacrifice can be reduced to a minimum!

He is willing to bring the people in prison to do what no matter what historical people will do-rebellion!

"Wait for me to save someone." Ling Yan said directly: "Save the person who must be a sacrifice, and then wait for the opportunity-we can start."

"--" After a long silence, Jike showed an impatient tone: "Your thoughts are really--"

"Crazy."

Then, after bidding farewell to Jike, Ling Yan began to continue to the checkpoint. After cleaning up many unsaved guys along the way, Ling Yan finally arrived at the checkpoint.

Watching piles of being held [As long as it can be used to smash!People who kept wanting to open the door of the church and the door that would be opened sooner or later, Ling Yan directly chose to change the road. After entering the church, he looked for a few priests at any time to ask for directions, and finally found Nadal: "Use some coping measures, otherwise the door will be smashed open sooner or later."

"If it were that easy, it wouldn't make things the way it is now." After seeing Ling Yan's appearance, his expression became even more helpless: "The execution of the saint has already come down. If the Lord Son, it should be in the saint. Over the hall."

"Thanks." Ling Yan nodded, moving directly in the direction of the temple.

Nadal is very cooperative, because he knows that he can't stop Lingyan anyway-so there is no need to make unnecessary resistance, right?Besides, there is no energy and time to resist.

However, after stunned a bunch of guards, Ling Yan finally came to the sanctuary, and did not go directly to Tia, if Ling Yan guessed correctly-Tia is now being used by Lucius The probability of catching is high.

Therefore, rather than directly robbing people or something, Ling Yan still wants to discuss the next plan with the Lord Sainte.

Anyway, Lucius will not discover Tia’s secret for a while—probably?

So, he opened the door of Lord Saint's room and looked at the girl sitting in the room with her eyes closed. She was quiet and beautiful—just like a natural landscape—beautiful, but letting it exude Poor and sad...

After all, for her, this great collapse was a kind of relief—a relief as a living sacrifice who did nothing.

Facing her who died immediately after being relieved at this time, Ling Yan said hello: "Oh, I came to pick you up and leave, are you happy?"

The words of the saint-well, I don't speak, anyway, the saint is similar to the maiden~ (turning head)

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 115 Joan of Arc: Here is my lord!(Heavy fog)

"Haha," she smiled after hearing Ling Yan's voice: "Master Ling Yan can really laugh."

"I'm serious." Facing her at this time, Ling Yan showed a helpless expression: "After all, you should believe what I said? Are those things that are telling you true?"

"I believe you, but you have no ability to take me away, do you?" The saint—or rather, it should be called directly now: The girl from Corrett tells the truth that she understands: "You may really Very powerful, but now you cannot take me out alive, can you?"

She already knew her end: the living sacrifice used to calm the anger of the people would soon be executed.

She didn't feel the slightest discomfort, nor did she have the slightest desire to announce those facts. Now she has only one kind of Ah, it turns out that death is like that!a feeling of.

That is, the thoughts that the ancestor saint wanted to convey to her, right?

For some reason, she suddenly felt that the next saint was very pitiful—poor, so she didn't know what adjective to describe.

She shook her head, and then asked with a gentle smile again: "Your family, are they okay?"

"She will be fine if I die." Ling Yan answered her question in her own way.

"It's really enviable trust." Colette kept a smile: "The sacrifice you saved, luck is really good."

However, Ling Yan stretched out her hand and pressed her silver-blue hair, as if she was a elder brother or father, and said that she would stop pretending to be a calm line: "Da Che Da Wu's incidental self-defeating words are not suitable for you. Really."

Ling Yan understands her pretended peace because of her complete [helplessness], but this understanding is also seen from a certain woman,

"I said I can save you, and I can definitely save you." As if it were a matter of course, Ling Yan showed a gentle smile: "Anyway, you are not the only one who wants to save you."