"Bishop Wang, you have crow's feet at the corners of your eyes." Si Qingyan reminded Wang Wenyuan blankly, looking like a stupid beast.
"Pfft¡ª¡ª"
Xiao Xie was holding his breath so hard that he farted loudly.
Everyone present held their breath silently and stopped talking.
Of course, the corpse does not need to hold its breath, and Si Qingyan's expression remains as normal, which makes Xiao Xie very fond of it.
In the background there was only the sound of the little saint having fun.
This child could not pass every level and would always look at Si Qingyan with pleading eyes.
Si Qingyan has always been a good person who is willing to help others. Every time, he reaches out to the place where he can solve the urgent needs of the little saint son.
¡° unbelievable!¡±
The little saint son finally passed that level, and he smiled happily, then frowned again and covered his nose fiercely.
The Little Saint Son, who had escaped from the game, wrinkled his face when he smelled the stench that was comparable to a biological weapon.
Children are always honest and upright.
Xiao Xie was a little embarrassed.
He has been under too much stress recently and has been constipated. He rarely farts, and the smell is a bit strong, and it has not gone away for so long.
Thinking that there was still more than an hour before the action, Xiao Xie planned to lie down in the toilet first to avoid getting lost at the critical moment.
"Mr. Wang, I'm going to relieve myself."
Wang Wenyuan waved his hand and told Xiao Xie to leave.
Originally, he didn¡¯t want Xiao Xie to call him Mr. Wang, but Xiao Xie¡¯s accent was weird and he looked like pig¡¯s feet when he called him bishop. In order to maintain dignity, Wang Wenyuan asked Xiao Xie to call him Mr. Wang.
Xiao Xie was squatting in the toilet, and it was a bit difficult to exert force. Excellent people's police cannot let personal issues affect their actions. Well, well I must go to the hospital tomorrow to buy Hema Yinglong
It was only after he struggled to solve his personal problem that he realized he didn¡¯t bring any paper.
This place is an abandoned tourist resort with no village or shop. Except for the members of the Dark Night Sect and teammates who have broken into the enemy, there is no one who can deliver paper
In desperation, Xiao Xie could only call Wang Wenyuan and start thinking about it. Xiao Xie got straight to the point:
"Mr. Wang, I didn't bring any paper. Can you send me some?"
After finishing speaking, Xiao Xie, who was tall and extremely masculine, blushed.
"Wait a moment." Wang Wenyuan frowned, thinking of that powerful fart, feeling a little painful.
¡°It¡¯s your turn to play, go quickly.¡±
At this moment, the Archbishop of the Dark Night Sect, Wang Wenxiu, stepped down from the stage in front.
"Okay By the way, Bishop Wei, can you help Xiao Xie take this to the toilet?"
Wang Wenyuan originally didn¡¯t want the big fat sheep to do such a thing, but he knew that the little saint was a stupid donkey and could not be entrusted with important tasks.
"OK."
Si Qingyan took a box of tissue paper, got up and went out, looking for the men's room.
Archbishop Wang Wenxiu felt that it was not appropriate, but he had just led many believers to practice for three hours. His whole body was numb and a little cramped, and it was not convenient to walk. Besides, as the Archbishop of the Dark Night Sect, how could he stoop down and deliver paper to a bumpkin driver?
Si Qingyan quickly saw the sign with a bathroom sign after going out. She looked for it and followed the sign into the men's restroom.
There was a young man washing his hands at the sink. When he saw Si Qingyan come in, he only glanced at it casually, but he saw the word "righteousness" on Si Qingyan's sweatshirt!
Although he only saw one word, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up.
Si Qingyan walked slowly and quickly reached the compartment.
He knocked accurately on the room where Xiao Xie was squatting.
"There's someone!" Xiao Xie replied in a sullen voice.
Damn it!
The young man¡¯s heart trembled. There were so many cubicles. How did this handsome guy in black sweater find the one with people in it?
"Here comes the paper for you."
Si Qingyan bent down and passed the paper through the gap.
"Ahem, why is it you?"
"Thank you, brother."
Xiao Xie took the paper and said thank you in a muffled voice.
It seems he didn¡¯t bring any paper??Shaked his head secretly, there are too many stupid people in this world, maybe this is the meaning of their existence.
"As long as you devoutly believe in Lord Demon King and contribute to it, you will be able to obtain profound cultivation methods."
"Praise the devil."
Wang Wenyuan explained all the miraculous features of the sect in a pious tone, explaining it in simple terms and making it look like it was real.
It wasn¡¯t until the end that I started talking about the teachings of the Dark Night Sect.
"We respect evil and respect the majesty of the Demon King."
"But we do not advocate harming others. This will plunge us into hell and lose the favor of the Demon King forever."
A young man below raised his right hand high.
Wang Wenyuan motioned to the young man to stand up and answer.
The boy was wearing a black sweatshirt with four big characters on the chest - Dark Mystery.
The young man first tapped his chest four times with a pious look on his face.
"Praise the devil."
"Mr. Bishop Wenyuan, without harming others, how can we promote our own evil?"
Wang Wenyuan thought for a moment and replied:
"When you can't suppress the evil in your heart, take out a blank piece of paper, prepare a pen, silently praise the devil in your heart, and then draw a circle on the paper in a clockwise direction."
"Don't underestimate this process. This is a sacred process of fighting evil. When you draw enough circles, the evil will be defeated by you, absorbed by you, become a part of your body, and truly become you. own power.¡±
"The fewer circles you draw, the more evil is absorbed."
Si Qingyan listened to Wang Wenyuan¡¯s serious explanation and actually thought that drawing a circle was a good idea. Unexpectedly, Wang Wenyuan's head looks square and square, but he is actually a genius in the nonsense industry.
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"I think I understand a little bit. Thank you very much, respected Bishop Wenyuan."
The young man of Dark Mystery sat down, looking like he was deep in thought, as if he had some enlightenment.
A young man near him couldn't help showing jealous eyes and whispered:
"Damn it, he actually had an epiphany! Such an epiphany can offset at least three months of meditation. How could his qualifications be so good"
The policeman lurking among the believers lowered his head and suppressed the desire to laugh like a pig.
What kind of ghost sect is this
Wang Wenyuan also answered questions from other believers. Most of them were very positive and even encouraged believers to work hard and be down-to-earth to support their families. If in another situation, some people would believe him if he was said to be a philosophical master who guides the direction of life.
After a while, no believer asked any more questions. Wang Wenyuan solemnly stated that he would invite a mysterious bishop to teach everyone.
For a time, the believers on the first floor burst into applause.
Every time the mysterious bishop appears, he wears a mask to guide believers in the way forward. He also gives gifts to everyone during the New Year and holidays. He is the most popular bishop in the church.
Si Qingyan was completely unaware that the mysterious bishop mentioned by Wang Wenyuan needed to deliver lessons during the meeting, and was completely unprepared.
"Bishop Wei, it's your turn."
Si Qingyan looked confused.
Wang Wenxiu asked warmly:
"Did you wear your mask?"
Si Qingyan shook his head. He didn¡¯t know that something like this would happen, so he didn¡¯t bring anything with him.
The Little Holy Son knocked on his head, dug out a dog-head mask from his small box, and handed it to Si Qingyan with some reluctance.
The dog head on this mask is a Shiba Inu. I don¡¯t know why it has a pair of straight white teeth. The smile is full of funny, making people want to laugh at just one glance.
Wang Wenxiu felt that it was not good enough and asked tentatively:
"How about you wear a hood?"
That black hood was really wretched. Considering the lesser of two evils, Si Qingyan chose the Shiba Inu mask in the hands of the little saint.
Wang Wenxiu sighed, not sure if believers could accept this dog-head mask
Wei Sixian didn¡¯t want to reveal his identity. He used to wear that tall black and white mask every time he taught class, but today he only has a low-end version of the dog head.
The dog¡¯s smile is a bit vulgar, vulgar and a bit unworthy of a beating, yet a bit funny yet unworthy of a beating.
Si Qingyan put the mask on her face and walked to the second floor platform.
There is a black lotus throne there, with a butt mark from someone sitting on it.
Si Qingyan strongly suspected that the black lotus throne had faded.
"Archbishop Wang Wenxiu just sat there for three full hours. Did he make the throne wet with sweat?"
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