I haven't seen humans for many years - said Liu Da Guan Ren.

  The bloody battle in the arena continues, with the panda warrior Goodd going hand-to-hand with the three-headed grizzly bear. His towering physique looks even more powerful than that of a Greenland polar bear. Amidst the two commentators' endless gasps and screams, the fate of the three-headed grizzly bear has already been sealed.

  "How terrifying! Even a ferocious beast can be killed with bare hands......" Marquis Capello winced in pain for the ferocious beasts he had spent a lot of money to raise in his arena, while marveling at Guder's bravery. He saw that the warrior from Piel had already torn the lower jaw of the last brown bear into two pieces, and he could imagine the loud cracking sound when the bear's jawbone broke.

  "What you call ferocious beasts are just that to you humans, but compared to the Mongwu warriors, they're just ordinary wild animals." Liu Zhen shook his head and rubbed his nose: "When these ferocious beasts encounter creatures even stronger than themselves, their courage is no different from a rabbit's."

  "It's our turn now, Honorable Dragon Priest Richard." The dragon knight, Gathsea, took a deep breath and stood up, her demeanor majestic.

  "If I return Joan the Maid to you and admit defeat, can you help me communicate with His Eminence the Cardinal of Valencia and ask him for a small favor?" Liu Zhen asked with a smile.

  "Admit defeat?" Dragon Knight Gassia's face was filled with doubt and incomprehension: "The battle hasn't even started yet, why do you want to admit defeat?"

  "I guess I can't beat you, what else can I do?" Liu Zhen shook his shoulders and made a very innocent gesture: "If something goes wrong in the arena, it will cost lives, I'm afraid of death."

  "Lies are the devil in hell, I heard insincerity from your words." The little nun said, staring at Liu's shocked eyes.

  Liu Zhenhuan avoided her eyes, and Guo stood on Liu Zhenhuan's shoulder, making a ghostly face at Xiaoxiuniang - this little beast had finished cheating and eating, and then showed its true nature, just like it did with Song Tanni.

  "Umm..." Dragon Knight Casia furrowed her brow, deep in thought.

  "That's the best it can be! That's the best it can be!" Marquis Capello hastily came out to mediate, as a duel between two dragons was rare, but if something really happened, it would be an international dispute, and neither side wanted to offend the other.

  "Lord Richard, you're doing this...." The two Pierro priests found it a bit hard to accept. As a Bamont, how could he retreat during the duel?

  The faces of the human paladins also showed disdain, and their pre-battle cowardice was typical of a despicable act. They began to doubt how the Rampart Dragon Knight of the Golden Palm Paladin Order could lose to this guy.

  "Alright, I accept your surrender. What business do you have with the Red Robed Archbishop?" Unfathomable as it was, Dragon Knight Casia still thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of a dragon priest submitting to her.

  "I would like to ask your high-ranking priest to use 'Sacred Purification' to purify my body, and also help me use 'Sacred Restoration' to transfer a girl's soul back into her own body." Liu said with great politeness.

  "These two high-ranking divine arts, the Red Bishop of Dolotte may not be able to perform." Dragon Knight Casia twitched her mouth: "Besides, as you insulted our Substitute Saint Jeanne, this account is not something that can be settled just by admitting defeat. You use your dignity as a dragon sacrifice to beg for mercy from me, but that doesn't mean the Vatican has forgiven your blasphemous behavior. As for your request, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you convey it. If the Inquisitors of the Vatican's Heresy Tribunal come looking for you again, I'll accompany them once more to witness your greatness."

  "Damn it!" Liu Zhenpeng cursed.

  "Foul language is a desecration of the gift of speech, which God gave us to make us a wise race, not to compose obscene phrases." Little Sister stared at Liu Zhen.

  Liu Zhen was stunned.

  "Let's go, Saint Jeanne. She has already fallen into the deepest abyss of hell." Dragon Knight Gathsea stretched out her hand to the little nun.

  "Dear Kasie, forgive me. This wicked Bimon must be redeemed, and I will do my best to reform him." The little nun's expression was firm.

  Liu Zhen's greatest fear is this sentence.

  "Saint Joan, your father will arrive soon. I have no right to interfere with your freedom, but I think your father will come to dissuade you from this unnecessary act. For the sake of your safety, I will leave all the holy knights to guard you." Dragon Knight Gathsea bowed politely: "Since there is still a bit of business, please allow me to take my leave first."

  "May God bless everyone." The little nun said with a bow.

  "Farewell, milord!" The holy knights bowed collectively.

  Baron Totti, who was walking hastily, and the departing Dragon Knight Gacia happened to meet each other. The dragon knight's expression was proud and cold, not looking sideways. Baron Totti hurriedly gave way, letting the dragon knight pass first, then winked at his uncle.

  "Let's talk." Liu Zhenhong pulled Marquis Capero to one side, and also beckoned to Count Toti with his little finger.

  "My lord, what is the meaning of this...?" asked Marquis Cappello, unable to bear the depth of the gaze in front of him, his eyes darting back and forth.

  "Tell me what's going on." Liu Zhen's face was frosty: "Don't tell me this is a coincidence, Dolote is just a small country the size of a sesame seed, how could such a small country possibly have two dragon knights come here one after another?"

  "We're not entirely sure either... why Dragon Knight Casia came to Dorote, and we didn't know until just now that she had arrived in Dorote." Marquis Capello furrowed his brow, also looking puzzled: "Sorry to tell you this, but it's not just her - a Dragon Knight from the Empire of San Francisco has also come to Dorote."

  "Are we going to launch another crusade to sweep away the heretics?" Liu Zhen was no stranger to this history, and Elder Anduril was one of the survivors of that war. The experiences of several Holy Halls in Florence were enough to ignite the religious frenzy of the Church of St. Paul.

  The two leaders of the Sharba family fell silent, apparently what Lord Feilong said was also what they were thinking in their hearts.

  "We are all on the same rope, what's there to say? Now that you're in a high position, don't fall from it, or you'll get hurt badly." Liu Zhen said coldly.

  "We didn't mean that! Absolutely not! I just confirmed it a few hours ago, the Cathedral of Valencia has indeed been occupied by about two thousand Holy Knights of the Papal States, they are the Order of the Sword and Laurel." Count Toti said hastily.

  "The Sacred Knights of the Sword and Palm, all together, are only about 10,000 people. If they really want to enter our kingdom to fight, their brains must be malfunctioning." Liu Zhen shook his head: "In the past, when they eliminated heretics, it was on your human territory, where they could recruit nobles, mobilize grain and grass, and have fanatical civilians supporting them. Do they think that in the Kingdom of Bimon, there will also be support from the people of Bimon?"

  "It's hard to say, those paladins surrounded by fanatical emotions can do anything, religion is more complicated than politics." The cunning and treacherous Marquis Capero muttered to himself, neither confirming nor denying.

  "What's the story with this little nun? Her father is a Santo Chio magician? How can the child of a magician and a prostitute be recognized by the Church? It's outrageous!" Liu Zhen looked at the little nun in the distance, who was also looking back at him.

  "Ah... I don't know what's going on, maybe it has something to do with her father and the Vatican. Anyway, generally speaking, members of the Vatican are rarely messed with in Valencia City, they have many eyes and ears, and everyone knows how formidable the Holy Knights are." The Marquis of Capero's gaze was complex.

  "Those who dare to cause trouble are not afraid of trouble, and those who are afraid of trouble naturally do not dare to cause trouble." Liu Zhenhong said coldly.

  "I hope so, you are our officially recognized representative of the Mongol Empire to Dolote, any ambassador has diplomatic immunity, the Vatican will follow a necessary rule no matter what it says, please rest assured." Chancellor Kapell said: "It seems that I have to add several big names to the guest list for tonight's banquet... Ah..."

  "Uncle, didn't Sir Kasia Dragon Knight just say that Master Puscas, the Saint Quirin magician, will also arrive in Valencia City soon? Shouldn't we send a clerk to wait at the church?" asked Count Toti.

  "There are more and more big shots, but we Muldor are just a small country......" The Chancellor of the Kingdom groaned painfully.

  "Things are getting more interesting." Liu Zhenhong chuckled and pinched the face of Chancellor Kapelro.

  On the way back to the inn, Rosy, the leader of the Mercenary Tigers, had a look of disappointment and gloom on his face. He didn't expect that a dignified Dragon Priest would become a deserter. Of course, as a small mercenary group, he also didn't want to offend the Church.

  When he was about to return a few pieces of agate to Lord Bimon, the words of the two Peril tribe's authority figures made him dispel this idea.

  "Why don't you have a good fight with that Dragon Knight? Richard, you shouldn't be such a cowardly Bimon priest!" Koro Bear Priest De Shang muttered to himself.

  "Why don't you discipline her! Just like you disciplined that Golden Dragon Knight! I swear on my life, she's no match for you!" Lemmel, the shrine maiden of the Kuma tribe, also had a look of discontent.

  "Lord Richard never laid hands on a woman." As soon as Gottani said this, the two rod-wielding priests understood that the Silver Knight must have had similar experiences.

  Liu Zhen was speechless and could only give a cold smile.

  It's not that he didn't want to fight with the woman, but in the past when they were in Southern Xinjiang, the troops had suffered the most at the hands of women. This time's forbearance was actually for a reason, after all, he came to ask for something from the Vatican, and it would be best not to tear his face off if possible.

  He calmly thought for a moment, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was off. A small kingdom wouldn't suddenly have two dragon knights appear in just two short months, what's going on?

  Gatani's explanation brought a burst of laughter from the holy knights who were protecting the little nun, while the militiamen looked at them with scorn in their eyes, not even bothering to compare themselves to such weak creatures, just like an eagle would never compare itself to a worm.

  The meaning of this gaze can only be understood by Rosy, the captain of the Mercenary Group of Fierce Tigers.

  The arrival of night brings the answer into the time of revelation.

  Liu Zhenhong changed into a close-fitting black tailcoat and bow tie, which was tailored by Butler Jaber Mr., with all buttons being round night pearls. The few beauties also changed into the most beautiful long dresses. Grand Duke Totti had already invited three times, but Liu Zhenhong was still dragging his feet, saying that the host always arrives last.

  Before arriving at the luxurious mansion of the Crown Prince, this team of Mongolian envoys encountered a small disturbance. Three thieves wearing black night clothes came to launch a surprise attack. The crossbow arrows shot out were simultaneously cut off by Fat Luo's three knives. Two thieves were shot in the back by Zhe Qin Nei De Wei De with one arrow each, and another thief was beheaded by the Lord with a single shot of his gun.

  The lord's clothes all have a pocket on the inside, used to hold the Colt revolver. After being supplemented with wind magic by Jia, its range is two thousand yards. Liu Zhen's flying knives are no match, but his marksmanship was honed from feeding stacks of bullets. The third-place shooter in the team's semi-automatic sidearm competition held a recoilless Colt revolver; within 200 yards, it should be considered a sure hit.

  The Marquis of Totti's mansion was decorated with lanterns and streamers, filled with joy and laughter. Countless dignified servants stood in a row at the entrance, and luxurious carriages adorned with various ancient noble emblems added to the air of nobility. Liu Zhen and his entourage entered the mansion's gate, and the first thing they felt was a wave of heat. After passing through a beautiful garden with a sundial, the servants led them to a spacious flower hall. Then, another dignified butler, dressed even more formally, led the ambassadors up a grand spiral staircase paved with flagstones. At every turn of the stairs stood two ancient armor-clad warriors holding swords, and old oil paintings hung on the dark stone walls. According to the inscriptions, these were portraits of the ancestors of the Sharba family. The somber tone of the paintings highlighted the pale and handsome faces of each Sharba master.

  After entering the third floor, Marquis Capello and Count Totti came forward with dignity and welcomed Ambassador Bimon from Florence into the inner chamber.

  This is a grand hall with walls made of large wooden lattice, where four giant long tables are almost too crowded. Expensive magic lamps keep the darkness at bay, and three long tables are already filled with noble guests. Upon seeing the arrival of Ambassador Bimon, the hushed conversations immediately stopped, and everyone looked up and down at this mysterious legendary figure, the Azure Dragon priestess. Perhaps it was because Bimon's image as a wild beast had spread too far among humans, but the elegant atmosphere of Azure and her entourage left many guests stunned, with most of them not even having a gemstone ring on their hands that could match those of the militia. The beauty of several female ambassadors from Bimon almost made them forget to breathe.

  The servants respectfully pulled out the chairs and had Liu Zhensheng and Feilongcui's several high-ranking officials seated on the left side of the main table, while the remaining militiamen and holy knights were arranged at a separate table.

  The table opposite Liu was already filled with many people, including noblewomen holding fans to cover their cherry-like mouths, exuding expensive perfume, some haughty nobles, priests wearing red robes, the dragon knight Gacia whom he had met at noon, over a dozen cold-faced knights and warriors in ornate armor, as well as three mages wearing wizard robes, one of whom was an unkempt old mage with deep wrinkles and white hair that couldn't conceal his powerful yet restrained magical fluctuations.

  The distance between the tables was wide, and Liu Zhen's gaze, which had been cast over, was incredibly distant. The golden tableware sparkled in the lamplight.

  "It's our great pleasure to have you as a guest in the civilized world, Honorable Ambassador Bimon." The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat stood up and raised his wine glass with great courtesy.

  Liu Zhen was shocked to find that the person sitting in the main seat was not Chancellor Capeiro, but a middle-aged man with a very feminine voice. The middle-aged man had carefully trimmed short whiskers, a thick layer of white powder on his face, and wore a wig on his head. On his exquisite uniform, he wore an elegantly styled narcissus medal.

  "Good evening, Your Royal Highness Prince Chamberlain. It's an honor to meet you." Liu Zhen also raised the golden cup in front of him, adorned with gems, and the reflected light flickered.

  "Do you know me?" The middle-aged man was apparently somewhat surprised, the white powder on his face was obviously high-end goods, and the movement of his facial muscles did not cause this layer of powder to fall off or wrinkle.

  Liu Zhen pointed at the tulip-shaped medal on his chest and Prince Wang burst out laughing.

  "In honor of the esteemed ambassador from Bimon, our pre-dinner blessing has already been said. Honored guests, I welcome you on behalf of the Duchy of Dolotte. Let us raise a toast." Marquis Capello also raised his glass.

  The banquet began, and one by one, giant roasted turkeys with golden brown skin were brought to the table.

  "Lord Richard, it is an honor to introduce you... this is Bishop Caca of the Cathedral of Dolores." Marquis Capero bowed his head respectfully towards the priest in red robes with a streak of baldness on his head.

  Liu Zhen felt that the guy's hairstyle was exceptionally silly, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

  "This is Sir Danielson, the Dragon Knight of San Francisco..."

  The gaze of the Chancellor of the Kingdom turned to the knight with a crown of tulips on his chest, and this knight looked at Liu Zhen with an expressionless face.

  "...This is the great wizard Puscas, Master of Sanctio. The entire Duchy of Dolore is honored by your presence." The Chancellor bowed deeply to the disheveled old wizard.

  Others' introduction, Liu Zhen didn't listen to it all, his eyes only stayed on this sloppy old magician, the old magician's kind eyes were looking at the little nun sitting next to Liu Zhen, the little nun awkwardly turned her head away, avoiding this gaze, nibbling on the bread in her hand like a rabbit.

  The eyes of Master Puskás were dim and murky, with a pile of eye discharge still lingering at the corners. Although he was advanced in years, he ate with great relish, his gaze at Liu Zhen measuring him up with great interest.

  Many humans who thought Bimon was a beast were disappointed, as these few Bimons behaved in a very aristocratic manner. Especially the ambassador who led them, his tailcoat not only looked dignified but also had a unique and elegant slit at the back. The tie he wore was even more elegant than most human nobles' Griffins. Compared to him, several beautiful women from Bimon standing beside him made the few originally famous beauties among the human nobility in the hall look like candles next to a volcano.

  "Respected Bishop Kaka, I think Dragon Knight Casia must have already told you about my request. I'd like to know if you're willing to help me out with this?" Liu Zhen's tone was straightforward and to the point.

  "Sorry, I won't be able to help you with that." The red-robed bishop smiled as if embarrassed: "Because soon the Vatican will be going to war against the Kingdom of Bimon, and God's gospel will shine on the last piece of land in the Aegean continent."

  "Haha......" Liu Zhen felt that this guy was quite direct too.

  "Has the Empire of San Francisco also decided to send Dragon Knights into battle?" Kora, the bear, raised an eyebrow.

  "Sir Dragon Knight Denirson is only here to ensure my safety. As for the upcoming crusade against the Kingdom of Bimon, I have not left Dorote yet and am still mediating on this matter, which concerns secrecy, so I have not made it public yet." The lustful Prince Chamberlain reluctantly withdrew his greedy gaze from several female bosses.

  "Your Highness, the mediation is completely meaningless. The crusade against the Bimon heretics who worship the war god has been on the agenda of the Holy See for ten years." The cardinal in red smiled and said: "The several saints who died in this battle of Florence are excellent talents that our Holy See has focused on cultivating. Before receiving an official apology from Bimon, the Holy See will not give up its crusade against Florence."

  Liu Zhenhong sneered coldly, downing the wine in his cup in one gulp. He hadn't expected that he, a fake ambassador, would coincidentally stumble upon such an earth-shattering event. As for those two guys from the Sharuba family, it seemed they really were too insignificant to be taken seriously. Such a huge matter, and yet no one had even bothered to notify them - clearly, they weren't even worth considering.

  The two men holding the staffs also let out a cold hum of disdain.

  "For the bandits who invaded our land and slaughtered our civilians in Pingmou, why should we apologize?" Helen said.

  "That's your story, lovely Miss Foxes." Bishop Kaka was confident: "You've come at just the right time, I was just about to send someone to deliver a declaration of war to the Kingdom of Bimon."

  Liu Zhen's hand had already reached the edge of the table, and if this bishop dared to utter another word, he was ready to overturn the table and reveal his true nature. After all, the Vatican was like this anyway, and at worst, he could go find the Moon Goddess Priestess of the Spirit Tribe and the Demon Tribe for help. The world wasn't a place where only they could use purification techniques and soul transference.

  "Your Eminence, this battle is not going to be easy to win. Without the support of several powerful nations, it will be difficult to wage this war. His Holiness Pope Paul Martini is still considering the matter and a second hearing for Dragon Knight Lampard will be held soon." The Saintgio magician Puskas, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "Last time the Stormwind Mercenary Corps borrowed several priests from you, so I can understand your current mood. However, it's still too early to say anything. Although Dragon Knight Gacia has been transferred to Dolotte for garrison duty, it doesn't necessarily mean that His Holiness will make this decision."

  It was Saint Quel who broke the spell, and as soon as he spoke, all the nonsense ceased, including the Red Bishop, who fell silent.

  "Master Puskás, are you now serving the Vatican?" Liu Zhen felt that this old man seemed to know a lot of inside information.

  "Lord Richard, I am the Chief Elder of the Tribunal's Council of Mages. This matter has always been a secret... " Master Puscas's mustache was gleaming with oil and he smiled very lightly.

  "Take your daughter away? I think she'd be happy to answer by your side." Liu Zhen was taken aback and chuckled.

  "I'm going nowhere! I'll follow you!" The little nun glared at Liu Zhen, her chest heaving violently.

  "The respected master......" The gaze of the Red Robed Bishop and Dragon Knight Casia fell upon Master Puskás at the same time.

  "Following a dragon priest to travel around, it might not be a bad thing for Joan's practice. The joke that this dragon priest made doesn't need to be taken to heart. Young people don't pay attention to trivial matters, especially those with extraordinary abilities." Master Puskás' dim eyes suddenly became bright and shining, looking at Liu Zhen with a hint of expectation: "Many years ago, I knew a priest from the kingdom of Bhutan, his name was Muriniō. It's been many years since we last met, how is Little Swan doing now?"

  "Thank you for mentioning my father, he's doing well." Gottani hastily replied with humility upon hearing that it was her father's acquaintance.

  "So you're Little Mu's daughter?" Saintgio the magician blinked his big eyes twice, and laughed: "That's great, just in time to help me take care of Gint."

  "Master......" The Dragon Knight Casia's expression became increasingly unpalatable as she listened.

  Puskás waved his hand, interrupting her interjection.

  "I'd be happy to help you." Gottani agreed in one breath, and only turned back to find Liu Zhen was glaring at her angrily.

  San Qi Ao the magician burst out laughing again.

  "To the two noble dragon ladies, let me offer you both a toast." Master Puskás squeezed his eyes: "The other day, some acquaintances of yours came to see me, the Ebrahimi couple."

  Daisy and Nana stiffened their faces and raised their glasses, Liu Zhen estimated that the couple mentioned by Master Puskas might be the dragon elders from Rainbow Dragon City.

  The atmosphere was a bit awkward and depressing, with everyone carrying their own worries.

  "I heard that Dragon Knights Casia and Lord Richard had an earth-shaking duel at the Colosseum today, I wonder who won?" The Dragon Knight Danielson from San Francisco broke the silence, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

  "Are you looking for a showdown with me?" Liu Zhen asked coldly.

  "What's going on?" Dragon Knight Denirson's face stiffened.

  "Then let's have a match tomorrow, if you have the guts, you two can come together." Liu Zhen pointed at Dragon Knight Casia, he had completely lost hope in the Vatican now, it was time to turn the tables.

  "Aren't you giving up yet? A Dragon Priest who has already lost his dignity dares to challenge me?" The words of the Dragon Knight, Gathsea, brought about a burst of laughter from the crowd.

  "How could you forget about me? Mo Er formally issues a challenge to you, noble Dragon Knight." Mo Er lightly tapped the precious ceramic plate with her chopsticks, her beautiful eyes full of disdain.

  "It's indeed the barbaric Beamon, even in defeat he doesn't forget to put up a good fight." Bishop Kaka's smile was unscrupulously sarcastic, his words once again provoking thunderous laughter from the crowd, with many people intentionally laughing loudly.

  "To prove that you're just talking nonsense, I've decided to show you humans a thing or two about our culture at your opera house tonight. Then we'll head to the Colosseum and see whose martial skills are superior - in both literary and physical battles! How's that?" Liu Zhen stretched out his silver arm and smoothed his hair.

  "I don't care." said Dragon Knight Casia.

  "I don't care either," said Dragon Knight Denirson with a smile. "Gentlemen always fight better than rascals, whether it's literary or martial."

  "Presumptuously asking... do beasts also have culture? Hehe, not afraid to make people laugh their teeth off?" Bishop Kaka croaked with a dry laugh, like a rooster with its throat held tight, and his deliberately pretentious consulting expression only intensified the surrounding crazy laughter.

  The Marquis of Capero and Count Totti vaguely felt that something was going wrong.

  Indeed... Guo Guo, wearing a bear skin hat, quickly ran across the table, first grabbing a piece of chicken meat from Bishop KaKa's plate. Then, without warning, he jumped up and delivered a powerful punch, his small fist blossoming on Bishop KaKa's smiling face. The bishop was knocked flat on his back, blood splattering everywhere. After a moment of convulsion, several teeth mixed with blood were spat out of the bishop's dry mouth like orange pits.

  The sound of swords being drawn became the main melody at this moment, and the two Perls, with their scepters in hand, pulled down the Medusa emblem, their faces iron-gray as they prepared to summon a demon.

  "Big teeth can't be smiled away, they can only be knocked out." Miao'er gently patted Guo Guo's head and said with a cold smile - this sentence was obviously taught by Aiyue.

  "Don't be impulsive, since we've declared the way of the duel, both dragon knights have agreed, and if another meaningless fight breaks out, it would lose our dignity." The words of Master Puscas, the Saintio magician, made the eyes of the tense and vigilant Bimon militia and holy knights slightly relax.

  "Yes, indeed! The two countries are at war and yet you haven't even beheaded our envoy!" Liu Zhen was shaken and burst out laughing.

  "Very good... very good..." Bishop Kaka's anger turned into a cold smile as he wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

  This punch was very measured, although the bishop seemed a bit winded from speaking, he hadn't suffered any major harm.

  "I also want to see what culture Bimon has. The Royal Opera of San Antonio hasn't left yet, and that tenor singer Van Butin's "Hagar's Sleepless Night" is still fresh in my memory. Let this opera troupe, which represents the highest level of human civilization, be compared with the Bimon delegation to see what a truly cultured atmosphere is." Saintqio swept his gaze around: "Gentlemen, show some demeanor, won't you? Share your opinions?"

  "Respected Master, if they lose in a battle of words, what then?" asked Bishop Kaka, covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

  "You say." Liu Zhen stretched out his hand.

  "Hang this wicked Frostfur Charr on the gallows!"

  "Then you lost?" Liu Zhenhong retorted: "How about giving it another punch?"

  "No problem."

  "Verbal sparring and physical fighting are different, I'd like to ask, how do you set the standard for this measurement?" asked Jingyu.

  "Judging from the applause of the audience, it's Valencia City's applause!" Archbishop Caca sneered.

  "In the interest of fairness, from now on, everyone here will go to the Goethe Theater together. The boxes upstairs will all belong to us. Let's take a close look at what real culture and art are, and then let's see what fighting courage is." Master Puskás' eyes lit up, no matter how you looked at him, he was just a troublemaker who reveled in chaos.

  The people who responded to him seemed to be quite a few, and someone immediately shouted loudly "good".

  "Are we sure?" Jingyu quietly asked Liu Zhenshen.

  "When have you ever seen me fight a battle without confidence?" Liu Zhenhong smiled: "A group of Mongols, what real culture and art can they have? We are far superior to them."

  "We want ideological struggle, not armed struggle." Miao'er smiled.

  "It should be said that this is called 'the joy of fighting with people, endless'." Old Liu pulled down a turkey's wing: "I want to thoroughly change the wrong concept in human inherent thinking, which is equal to comparing Bimon and beasts."

  "Excessive self-confidence is a kind of arrogance that only the devil has, and I heard this excessive self-confidence in your tone." Little Nun said beside.

  "Little nun, I also found something in your tone." Liu Zhen said, throwing away the chicken wing and narrowing his triangular eyes.

  "What?" Little Nun raised her head and asked with big sparkling eyes.

  "Adoration." Liu Zhenhong smiled.

  "Shamelessness is also demonic..."

  "Obisura!" Liu Zhen immediately covered his ears, with a gloomy face.

  The little nun's eyes were exceptionally clear, while the Saint Qiao magician opposite her smiled mischievously.

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