Fantasy game evolution

"Don't make it as if I am a saint, it's okay, it's troublesome." Faced with Raphaelia's description, Ling Yan sighed helplessly: "You are not afraid that I will sell your saint. Up?"

"Mr. Ling Yan would definitely not do that!" She immediately shook her head and said, "Besides-as long as she can live, that kind of thing might be a kind of happiness..."

——Really naive thoughts, even though they have such thoughts, they are not to blame.

Facing Raphaelia’s words, Ling Yan smiled helplessly in his heart: After all, in this world, prostitutes are indeed a good home in a certain sense, but this home is completely unsuitable for the two fools of them. That's it.

"Right," she suddenly took out a leather bag that was neither too big nor too small as if she had remembered something, and handed it to Ling Yan: "These are just as thanks to you."

"This is all the salary I have saved over the years (the church includes board and lodging-although I personally feel that it doesn't matter if it is included.)"

"——Haha," Ling Yan felt very painful facing Raphaelia’s behavior, and could only use a very helpless tone to refuse: "You take it yourself, don’t you want to live with the saint? Money?"

"but--!"

"I'm not a person who lacks money. Are you like this?" Pushing back a large bag of holy gold coins that are enough to make people jail and the lower class crazy, Ling Yan said directly: "I have time to take these things. Come and thank me, you might as well take your sister and saint to live well."

Ling Yan knew what was going on with her current thoughts: After all, how should the status of the saint be described now?It can be said to be the public enemy of the entire world-yes, it is the public enemy.

Whether it is inside the church or outside, everyone intends to let the saint die-either to protect themselves or to vent their anger.

Although no one can change the fact that the saint must die.

Nadal will also kill the saint now-after all, he is the kind who protects his life.

Therefore, the reason why Lafelia did this was to hope that Ling Yan could take the saint out 100%.

After all, she pretended to be a saint. After her [the true saint] died, then no one would care about Colette’s life and death-although there are not many people who really know what Colette looks like. That's it.

As for Nadal?As the first guy who knew everything, it didn't matter whether it was the dead Lafelia or Corlett. Anyway, all he wanted was [the saint] to die.

As long as she wears that suit and her eyes are closed, it doesn't matter which woman jumps down—this is the fate of a saint, the fate of a living sacrifice.

Suddenly, Ling Yan wanted to laugh, and the laugh was very bitter: it seemed that the situation of the two of them was simple and could be solved, but they couldn't understand this [simple] at all.

So he put his hand on Rafi’s head and said something that Rafiel could understand:

"You are really a good sister."

"Well, it's been called stupid."

I suddenly found out that I have been targeted very badly recently~

Sure enough, I still bear it for half a year, right?

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen The Bad Guy Who Seduces People?(Heavy fog)

Saying goodbye to Raphaelia, Ling Yan asked Tia to stay there: After all, according to the current situation, this girl would be safer on Raphaelia... Probably?

However, it was the same for Ling Yan no matter who she was in.

Anyway, I have to grab it back sooner or later...

So with a helpless mentality, he temporarily returned to prison, holding a pack of sleeping pills on Jike's puzzled expression, and then telling him what he needs to do tomorrow-even though he was spit out, or was scolded as an idiot, But he finally agreed to Ling Yan's words-after all, he also knew...

What a bargaining chip a saint who has come back to life is for them.

Therefore, Ling Yan relied on this reason to black out a bottle of his collection of wine under the expression that he wanted to kill, and returned to the house to use it as cooking wine for his [wife]. By the way, after dinner, he turned it over again. The wall climbed into the church and the chapel, and came to the door of the saint's room.

"Oh, how do you feel?" Looking at the young girl who was still waiting to die, Ling Yan knew: She probably didn't plan to cooperate with Ling Yan's plan.

However, this is what Ling Yan expected--well, after all, her sister is a fool, and her sister is not much worse.

"Sure enough, are you still here?" The woman who lost her sight again showed a helpless expression over Ling Yan and complained: "I have lost the title of saint, shouldn't I have the value you need?"

"Not so much." Ling Yan put a can of juice filled with the world's clean utensils, which had been medicated, into her hand: "Don't say you seem to have no use for anything other than being a saint. , Anyhow, she is also a beauty."

"I'm still very happy to hear your praise before I die." I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling the cup in my hand and asked in confusion: "What is in this cup, please?"

"Aren't you allowed to drink?" Ling Yan directly took a sip from Jike's stuff: "Although you are not a priest, your personality is not likely to drink directly, so you give it to You can drink some juice."

"Thank you." Faced with the act of directly giving wine to Kaiim in the original plot, Corlet is still willing to accept drinks that have not been drunk at all, rather than drinks-so they drink After a while, he held it in his hand again, as if he was afraid that he could not grasp anything.

However, her hands were trembling, and even if it weren't because of something in her hand that had to be held, it is estimated that the glassware containing the juice had now completely turned into glass slag and scattered on the ground.

"I'm afraid, right?" Ling Yan asked directly, looking at her at this time.

After all, she was very difficult to talk about, and she didn't plan to cooperate with her plan like Raphaelia, so she still thought that she would die-it was tomorrow.

I personally use my feet to pick it down, falling into an endless abyss, and directly becoming an existence like those black mud

Inexplicably, Ling Yan felt that there was a sense of joy - joy in various meanings.

It was like looking at a poor woman who would rather die for an unnecessary thing than bet on her life.

"This is my destiny, there is nothing to be afraid of." Faced with the facts that Ling Yan had seen, she was still unwilling to admit it.

"I still said that--" Facing Colette, Ling Yan said the same words as before: "Are you really unwilling to escape with me?"

"Of course." The saint shook her head with a lonely smile, and said decisively: "It can't be done."

"I appreciate your kindness, but you really can't do it."

"Why?" Ling Yan asked subconsciously.

"It's as if I have my own beliefs, everyone has their own heart."

"Novas Attila drifted by the prayer power of the saint."

"It is precisely because of this belief that the people can survive in a city full of turbulence and injustice." At this point, her expression began to become serious: "It is impossible to go to a city that will collapse at no time. Committed to life."

"As you said, someone must bear all the injustices and injustices."

When she said this, her shoulders trembled-tears leaked from her closed eyes, and she slipped down her cheeks.

"Aren't you a guy with a golden soul? As for you to do something like this?" Ling Yan showed a helpless expression when facing her: "Those people are mentally retarded. You will still have nothing to do after you run. Matter, isn't it?"

"Besides, you don't have nothing, do you?" Ling Yan smiled softly and said that he couldn't understand the line that captured a certain saint:

"At least, you still have my friend now? Don't you?"

"——!" It seems like it’s impossible to confuse the earth boats, lie, squat, cough, cough, cough, squat, squat, smash, smash, and smash, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, smashing, fringe, filtering, party, fierce, charity Even more daunting words: "Why—why do you want to say this!?"

"Obviously, Mingming! I will complete my mission tomorrow!"

"Bathed in everyone's curse, embark on the road of no return!"