Chapter 3159: Michel

The words of the blue witch made me think for a while.
Not to mention, there is such a possibility.
However, even if the Eleventh Apostle, Saint Michel, really came from the same planet as me, what good would it do for me?
This is something I care about.
The Inferior Ikky is able to get close to me because we are of the same race. Although she is only a forest fairy, the blood of the ancient fairy family is more or less flowing in her body.
Meeting under this premise, there is a feeling of tears in the eyes of fellow villagers seeing fellow villagers.
But Saint Michel is different. According to the family secrets of the innkeeper, Michel is very likely to be of human blood, and has nothing to do with fairies or elves.
Since there is no blood connection, we naturally cannot be as close as Ikki the Infinite.
If this were the case, I would not be interested in the matter of whether Saint Michel was from the Hefeng Continent.
So shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Why didn't you ask?" The blue witch complained in her voice.
"I'm not interested." I spread my hands and said, "I am an apostle. I am just an ordinary person. I can't get involved at all, and even if I can get involved, I don't want to talk."
"Why is this again?"
"It's very simple. Since he can live safely in the Demon Realm for at least tens of millions of years, he must have been accustomed to life here, and at least get along well with other apostles, and my purpose of this action is to take away The person imprisoned by the apostle, do you think he can help even if he is involved?"
The Blue Witch thought for a while, and felt that I was justified.
"Since I can't help in a hurry, I still have to do with who he is, does it make sense?" I sighed and said, "Instead of wasting time, I should just stay in the hotel, chat with you and make fun of it. Tuo, it's interesting."
As soon as she said this, the blue witch had reddish cheeks.
Therefore, it is not difficult at all to make girls happy. As long as you seize the right time and focus your punches, the opponent will be hit.
Just like the blue witch at this moment, as obedient as a lamb.
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Although I don't have a lot of good feelings for the apostles who plot land as the king, I have a lot of good feelings for the apostles who advocate martial arts and pursue excellence.
It didn't take long before I ran into the Fourth Apostle Conqueror Casillas again.
This meeting was purely occasional, and there was no idea of ​​conflict.
I am so, so is he.
Less than two hundred meters away from Casillas and I met, there was a strong man lying. Next to the man, there was a warhammer with a very large head, more than a meter long and half a meter long. width.
"Is this your new opponent?" Pointing to the sturdy man who had died for a long time, I looked at Casillas and asked.
"Well," Casillas wrote lightly, "I gave him a chance to become stronger."
"As a result, did he not reach the standard you want?"
"He wasted this opportunity" Casillas said coldly.
Kneeling down, glanced at the warhammer, and turned over the body of the strong man, a faint fragrance floated into his nose.
"This is... the smell of perfume? And it's quite expensive, right?"
Casillas didn't answer my question, but said coldly: "He spends his time in practice to please the ladies of the upper class. Such a person is not worthy of being called an adventurer."
"It really shouldn't" I nodded in agreement: "If it's my wife, it makes sense."
Casillas did not look at me, but turned to look to my left.
There, a dazzling light with white and gold suddenly rose.
The light is extremely dazzling and sacred. At the moment I just touched it, a picture like this suddenly appeared in my mind: a holy light descended from the sky above a towering building with exquisite reliefs, and at the same time, a figure like a god, Slowly descended on the world.
At first, the figure bathed in the holy light was blurred. As the holy light faded away, the figure gradually became clear. A person, a man with wings, a book in his left hand, a weapon in his right hand, and a solemn face stood in front of him.
Its appearance is soft and beautiful, its appearance is gentle as jade, its temperament is sacred and justice.
At this moment, the short man standing in front of me gave me this feeling, but it was only a momentary feeling. The next second, I became sober and stretched out my hand to cover the eyes of the blue witch live.
However, I forgot the tuo...
Until the light dissipated, Tuo Tuo trembled like a waking dream, and then peeed.
"Fearless of the Holy Light, not a member of the pretenders" The visitor stared at me with golden eyes, his noble temperament naturally revealed, and he said solemnly, "Who, who?"
I frowned, pulled the blue witch behind me, and said bluntly: "Who are you guys, why are you attacking me?"
"The Twelfth Apostle Saint Michel."
Casillas' voice rang in my ears: "Michelle, are you here to find me? Are you planning to fight me?"
"I don't intend to fight you" Michelle still stared at me, and slowly said: "I'm here for him."
As he said, raised his hand and pointed at me, at the same time, a golden light shot out and went straight to my forehead.
As soon as he debuted, he started fighting if he didn't agree with him. This is even more unreasonable than Casillas!
Enraged, I waved my hand and slashed straight to the golden light.
However, I was surprised and surprised that this knife of mine had no effect on golden light, and this golden light seemed to be just an ordinary light, which instantly swept across my forehead and eyes, making it difficult to open my eyes. .
Subconsciously, I raised my hand to block the golden light.
As soon as I raised my hand, the golden light instantly dissipated. At the same time, Michelle's voice sounded again: "There is no abnormality, confirm that it is a pretender."
At this point in time, I was a little anxious: "What are you talking about? What pretender? Did you take the wrong medicine!"
By the way, the clay figurine still has three points of anger, not to mention that I am being teased by the other party again and again, which is not anxious.
Of course, the reason why I am impatient is not only because I am angry, but also because there is another reason, that is, even if Michelle does something to me, I am sure to slip away under his hands alive.
This is not because I have a little goblin power to expand myself, but at the same time I have the power of a goblin, my knowledge of the world has been further improved.
Although Michel is strong, in my induction, his power is not completely invincible. At the same time, I have a feeling that as a saint, Michel's attack power is far less than Casillas.
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