The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

Miss Xianshu is very confused.

Sitting there holding his knees, staring at the swamp beast doubting life.

At this moment, the swamp beasts are not as scary as the young man.

real.

And the priest who was smashed out by his own alchemy gate.

Lying on the grass somewhere outside the outskirts of the small town of Seria, he was dazed, completely unaware of why he made such an idiotic mistake.

Left foot tripped right foot, and fell?

Not only did he fall, but his alchemy gate was even more uncontrollable, hitting him directly.

Being stupid like this, would it be something he would do?

The young pastor who doubted his life stood up from the ground.

As soon as he stood firm, a door opened in the air not far away, and two figures came out.

For a moment, the six eyes met.

Shen Changlin: "..."

Fuxi: "..."

Young pastor: "..."

The air was as quiet as a chicken for a while, and an inexplicable strangeness circulated around the three of them.

The young priest pulled out the cross sword behind his back and pointed at the two of them.

His face was stern and his voice was cold.

"Who are you!"

Shen Changlin rolled his eyes.

This is so fucking- so embarrassing.

Then the ancestors have to change positions, get together, deliberately?

"No, I said, this priest—"

"I'm a priest, not a priest."

Shen Changlin was interrupted just as he spoke.

The corners of his mouth twitched and he stared.

"What's the difference between a pastor and a priest? Don't they all believe in God?"

"Yes, but it's not the same. The priest belongs to God and has a hierarchy, and we belong to Christ without a hierarchy."

The young priest, holding the cross sword, pointed at Shen Changlin to teach him science.

"...I care about you! In our eyes, you are all the same! No, why do you want to fight with us? What do you mean by pointing a sword at us? Who doesn't have a few swords?"

He pulled out two machetes from his waist and pointed at the priest fiercely.

"Come on, stop beeping, let's go!"

With such a shout, he actually rushed over.

Excited and motivated, they just want to fight on purpose!

...

Fuxi glanced at him.

He stroked his sleeves and opened his mouth slowly.

"Hold on for ten minutes, I'll go buy food."

This is over.

His figure disappeared instantly.

Shen Changlin's face turned black in a flash.

In his eyes, feeling so weak?

Doing it with people, still use support?

Ten more minutes?

How despised he is!

"asshole!"

He gritted his teeth bitterly.

He picked up the machete and wanted to fight the priest.

Ten minutes or something, too little.

At least fifteen minutes!

The priest held the cross sword, resisting Shen Changlin's attack, and frowned.

"I didn't want to fight you, I just wanted to know who you were and—"

He glanced at the colorless door.

The eyebrows were tightened even more.

"That is, Alchemy Gate? Eastern cultivators can teleport, flash with the help of a formation, or even more advanced, they can tear space with their bare hands, but they can't do it like this, like alchemists, refining portals on the spot."

"That can only be regarded as rare and strange for you. I'm a cultivator from the East, but who stipulates that cultivators can't learn magic? Since they know magic, what's so strange about making a portal?"

Shen Changlin snorted, and the pale red magic rune appeared in his hand and smashed it towards the priest.

The priest was slightly stunned.

He stopped subconsciously and grabbed the magic rune that was thrown towards him.

This magic rune level is very low.

but.

It is indeed a magic rune wheel.

He looked at the magic rune wheel, and then at the big monk in front of him, with a strange look on his face.

"Are you really oriental?"

No one stipulates that Eastern monks cannot learn magic.

However, things are not compatible.

Eastern monks can't learn Western magic, and Western magicians can't practice Eastern magic.

It's not that no one wants to double repair things, but in the end they all end in failure.

Not only that, but it will even destroy his original cultivation.

Collapse the spiritual root or the magic crystal, and the wheel is a waste.

So, after a while, no one tried it again.

Who wants to waste time when it is doomed to fail?

"if not?"

Shen Changlin looked at him triumphantly, and the somewhat dumbfounded priest in front of him smiled.

"Still fighting? I haven't even started my warm-up yet!"

The pastor took a deep look at the great monk in front of him.

Putting the cross sword back into his back, holding the magic rune, he lifted his foot and walked towards the colorless alchemy gate.

"Hello!"

Shen Changlin flashed over quickly, with a vigilant look on his face.

"what are you doing?"

"go back."

"Where are you going?"

"Samael Mountains."

"Uh--"

He looked strangely at the priest.

"Why don't you open the door anymore?"

"There are ready-made ones to go back, why should I open another one?"

The priest looked at him.

"Can't I go back from here? You obviously smashed me out."

...

Shen Changlin's mouth twitched.

Well, the second half of the sentence is fine.

but--

"If you don't hit us, how can you hit back?"

The priest looked blankly at the monk in front of him.

"It's a well-known fact that the Samuel Mountains are forbidden to enter. Is there any reason for you to break in?"

"Aren't you here too?"

Shen Changlin pointed at the priest with a look of contempt.

"Don't think that you can be a pastor with such double standards! As soon as you hear this, you know that you are not a serious pastor!"

The grim face of the young pastor turned dark.

Reached out and hooked the golden cross on his chest and turned it over to him.

"I am the expeller of the Samuel Mountains, expelling those who trespass without permission. This is the permission seal of the temple."

"Uh--"

This is **** embarrassing.

Co-author, people are working with a license, so they are illegal intrusions?

He touched his nose and stepped sideways out of the way.

The priest gave him a sideways glance.

Step up and step in.

In an instant, he returned to the Samuel Mountains and stood in front of Chu Juvenile.

"what?"

She blinked and looked at the priest.

Leaning over to look inside the alchemy gate.

Shen Changlin, who looked very close, but was actually far away, waved at him, pointed to the priest, and shouted at him.

"Priest of the Temple, rightfully, the exile of the Samael Mountains!"

"Well--"

Her eyes flashed, smiling Yan Yan looked at the young pastor in front of her, and blinked.

"Is that so, then, sorry?"

The priest looked at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"I said that I want to watch the big devil and the little devil, the little angels, but—"

She pointed to Xianshuling on the side.

"This young lady wants the blood of colorful elk, so I'll come over to join in the fun, by the way~"

He took out his phone and shook it in front of him.

Point to the photo in there.

"Want to know what it is."

The priest looked at the pictures of the monsters.

The magic circle under the monster and the magic rune on the tail are all gray.

Like the gray fog in the Samuel Mountains, it gives a very ominous feeling.

"Where did it come from?"

He frowned.

The properties of the monster in the water are unknown.

In the Samuel Mountains, some monsters with unknown attributes often appear.

He and the previous pastor, after investigating here for a long time, could not find the reason.

"Under the sea of ​​Jericha."

"Huh? Is it the Jericha Sea beyond the mountains?"

The pastor is puzzled. Are there monsters with unknown attributes below?