Infinite Heroes Seat

In a spacious white ward, Mo Wen was now leaning back against the head of the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and looked outside quietly.

Although he has the tyrannical recovery ability of a heroic body, he actually does not need to come here, but he does not want to be too prominent. He has solved two gods at one time and there is a 300-man fighting nun force. If he returns Acting like before, I am afraid that some people will be unable to sit still. Secondly, he can't stand the pitiful eyes of Inticus and Ji Shen at home, even though the latter two are sending him. After the hospital was kicked out by the nurse because of the noisy, but they were not there, Mo Wen felt a lot easier, after all, the caring look in his eyes still made him very guilty.

At this time, it was a red-haired Steer who was staying with Mo Wen in the hospital ward. His expression was very complicated. His eyes looked at Mo Wen with worry, relief, and a hint of jealousy that was not easily detectable. After being quiet for a long time, he said: "According to the previous agreement, Osola gave it to the Church of Necessary Evil, although the translation method of the book of Dharma she mastered has been proved to be wrong by the ** catalog. , But we will still take good care of her!"

Mo Wen's lips curled up, "What an agreement, it's just using Inticus to coerce me to do things for them. Still, the supreme bishop of the Church of Necessary Evil is really a villain!"

Steel was silent and didn't speak any more.

It's a pity that Mo Wen didn't let his intentions go. He glanced out the window, and he suddenly said indifferently: "You know, Steele, Intiqs still has a collar set by the Necessary Evil Church in his brain, I The terminal that wants to control this collar should be in the hands of the Supreme Bishop, and there may be more than one—"

There was another silent silence, and the quilt under him twisted uncomfortably. A haze flashed in the eyes of Steele, his mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally reached his lips. It became another sentence. "I see! If there is nothing wrong, I will go back first!"

And looking at each other with no expression. Mo Wen smiled, "Please!"

As Steer's figure disappeared into the room, Mo Wen's eyes became extra deep, and a faint light appeared in his eyes.

Osola and Steel are there. The layout of the British Puritanism is roughly completed, and unexpectedly there will be unexpected gains.

Inherent skills:

Code word analysis (c+/c+): Smart brain, rich knowledge, and rigorous logical analysis make all code words invisible in your eyes. (Effect-take the initiative to see through various hidden texts and their secrets.)

Treasures:

Gifts of the Creator

Grade: b-

Category: Treasures for People

Because of the pious belief in the Lord, in a world with gods, you will be protected by the opponent, and the effect of luck will be increased by one level (note: luck cannot be increased from a+ to ex).

It should be regarded as an unexpected surprise. Regarding Mo Wen as the messenger sent by the Lord to save her, Osola's feelings for Mo Wen were simply to the extreme, and he didn't even hesitate to sign a contract of selling, and a sign was a contract of heart. This convenient and efficient strategy made Mo Wen had the heart to get a religion, but he gave up when he thought of his own situation and believers like Yanis.

And just after Steel left his room, a girl knocked on the door and walked in.

Black shoulder-length hair, plump chest, delicate face, but Mo Wen was rescued from the church together in the Amakusa Cross, the girl is very decently dressed, but a little shy, the head has been slightly drooping, After walking into the house, he kept bowing to Mo Wen.

"Mr. Kamijou, thank you this time. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do!"

"My comrades have already failed once. If they make another move, I can't believe what the result will be!"

"——So, thank you!"

Wuhe bent his body very low, and the hidden ** in the original book became particularly conspicuous. It was constantly shaking, which made Mo Wen couldn't help blinking his eyes, his eyes were a bit wretched, but at the moment Wuhe raised his head, He hid it well again.

Waved his hand, Mo Wen said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, Shencha and I are friends, this time I was invited by her to save you, don't care!"

"The Pope?" Wuhe's eyes dimmed, and then he said happily: "My lord, have you seen the Pope? Who is stronger than the Pope? How can you become like the Pope? You are as strong, and what is your relationship with the Pope?..."

In the face of Wuhe's chirping inquiries, Mo Wen dealt with patiently, saying some comforting words from time to time, such as "You will definitely become stronger!" "You must have confidence in yourself" and so on. I talked for a lot of time, and the more I talked about Wuhe, the brilliance in the eyes became brighter, and the eyes that looked at Mo Wen became more and more obsessed.

"Ah!" While chatting, Wuhe suddenly screamed in surprise. Looking at Mo Wen who was still half leaning against the bed, she gently covered her mouth, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry. Mr. Kamijou, I interrupted you to rest. After such a big battle, you should be very tired, right?"

Wuhe has also seen the tragic situation of Ossola Church after Mo Wen’s fight. It was like being baptized by a hurricane. Most of the building was destroyed. Not far from the small square in the center, there was another ten. The huge pit a few meters deep is like a big explosion. After watching the scene, those Amakusa-like partners asked themselves if the Roman Orthodox Church and the Academy City were at war, otherwise how could one or two people alone be involved? Create that kind of apocalyptic scene.

So even though Mr. Kamijou looks good now, he still needs to rest. He bothered him so much, but he didn't say a word. He is such a gentle person. When he thought to himself like this in his heart, there was a trace in Wuhe's eyes. Scarlet.

Although Mo Wen kept it a bit, Wuhe decided to leave in the end and walked outside the door. Suddenly remembering something, she turned her head and asked Mo Wen. "By the way, Mr. Kamijou, do you know where the pope is now? Everyone in the Amakusa style misses her very much and hopes to see her!"

I don't know if it is an illusion of Wuhe. After hearing this sentence. Mr. Kamijou seemed to have a nasty smile, and his body seemed to twist slightly. Even the quilt on the lower body bulged up a little.

"Well, I don't know too well. The whereabouts of Divine Splitting has always been a little mysterious, maybe it's there now. It's possible even in this room!"

"--Ok!"

For some reason, Mo Wen suddenly let out a muffled grunt, his expression became a little weird, it seemed a little joyful, and a little bit tingling.

Despite some strange behavior, Wuhe still smiled, "You really know how to joke. Mr. Kamijou, this ward is so big, how could the Pope hide here?"

"You have a good rest, I will leave first!"

Speaking of Wuhe, he walked out of the ward. Only Mo Wen was left lying on the bed quietly.

With a smile on his face, Mo Wen gently lifted his quilt as he listened to Wuhe's fading footsteps.

In that somewhat dim shadow, it was a beautiful girl with black hair, with a slender figure crawling on Mo Wen's body at this time.

Being liberated from the darkness, looking at the light outside, the woman subconsciously uttered a mournful cry, and her face suddenly turned crimson, as if she was cooked.

A black and white maid outfit, with small wings on the back, a low neckline, and most of the snow-white **** exposed. You can see the charming gully from an inexplicable angle, although it is hidden by the quilt, and the lower body cannot be seen clearly. Dress up, but this upper body alone is enough to make most men fascinated.

If Wuhe is still here, you will be surprised to find that this girl with a flushed face in shameful clothes is indeed the Pope God Seihoori she is looking for.

It's just that, at this moment, Shen Li didn't have the dignity and calmness of the past, but had an indescribable charm and color.

"Hey, my female pope, she said she wanted to repay her, but you, how come you stopped after such a short time? And you bit me, do you want to be a widow?" With a cracked chin, Mo Wen looked at the other party's full white **** and attractive cherry lips, and said maliciously.

His face was extremely blushing, his head turned away, his eyes were a little erratic, and he stammered: "But, but, I just want to thank you for saving your Amakusa-like companion, but I didn't promise you to do this kind of thing!"

The smile on his face was even thicker, Mo Wen looked at the distraught, wiped her mouth with his hand, and then whispered in her ear in a low voice, "Ah, I don’t know who did it just now. Once, my dear little baby, don’t wipe the corners of your mouth, your words are not convincing at all!"

"I don't know if Wuhe knew that the female pope he admired the most was doing that kind of thing under her nose, would it be disillusioned? Alas, I have always been a bit unable to control myself, especially when I am a bit dissatisfied with desires. At that time, it is possible to say anything!"

As if being hit by a deadly hole~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Shencra made a low cry, and then stared at Mo Wen with anger, as if to be angry, but it was a pity that she was so delicate and soft at this time. The style is not scary at all, on the contrary, it makes Mo Wen's ** more swollen.

In the end, he lost to Mowen's shameless gaze. Under the malicious hint, Divine Cleft bowed his head again, holding his full chest and clamped something tightly. , Cherry lips began to vomit.

"You bastard, you will definitely go to **** in the future!"

As he worked, he cursed vaguely.

Mo Wen did not deny this, but asked with a smile on his face.

"Then would you like to accompany me as a bastard, shattered?"

There was a muffled hum, but Shen Chou did not refuse, instead, he gave Mo Wen a glance in vain, and then pulled up the quilt and put it on his head.

The quilt under him kept trembling, lying quietly on the bed, Mo Wen smiled slightly when he looked at the quiet scenery outside the window.

"What a great day!"