Chapter 1091: Near death experience

Angel family, the territory of Qiming school angel family.
After this faction stated that it would not play with your Holy Light God, it moved away from the territory of the clan.
One part is hidden in unknown places in the heavens, and the other part hangs on the borders of the Guangming Empire, basically not participating in the disputes of the world.
In every generation of the Holy Light God, those guys whose heads are finally embedded in the ceiling lighting will do something very interesting.
The angels who turned to them are orthodox.
Regarding this, the Qiming faction’s response was to pretend that they hadn’t seen it, and I just pretended not to know how you want to play.
Because in any case, some things will not go around after all.
The heritage treasures of the angel tribe, the book of history, and the orthodox heritage have always been in the hands of the Qiming School.
As long as these things are there, as long as the Enlightenmentists do not let go, those angel tribes who take refuge in the Holy Light will always be defeated dogs without a home.
And those ancient angels in the angel tribe that have lived for thousands of years or even thousands of years, like the Dinghai Needle, the Zero Bright Empire is unwilling to communicate with the Enlightenment School by force.
Because that would really cost a lot.
But today, a group of people suddenly found the Angel Race's territory in Adela, and asked the elders of the Angel Race to give an explanation.
The noise continued, and the two angels who held the door did not make a sound, but just watched coldly.
There is no such thing as a leader among these people. It looks like a mess, but now they came here because of the same goal.
Perot sauce,
Only one person died in the secret realm. No matter what, Perot sauce should give an explanation.
"Can these people understand us?" "Why doesn't that Perot sauce come out to see us." "Why is there no one?" "I am suffering!" "I don't believe they dare to be so stiff. Go down!" "..."
The two guards at the door glanced at each other, and at the same time they were more energetic, they felt helpless.
It's usually quiet here, why is it so noisy all of a sudden.
"Ahem."
A few coughs came from a distance, although not big, they were like knocking on people's hearts, making everyone quiet.
An old angel with white beard and hair and a pair of huge wings behind him walked in front of the crowd on crutches.
"Elder!"
The two guards saluted.
"Ok."
The elder nodded, his eyes as clear as a spring, sweeping toward the crowd like a sword.
"Everyone, I already know why you are here. I also know what you want to do. But since Perot's return, he has only woke up once, and after a few words with me, he was in a coma again. In the past. You may not be able to see her anymore."
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"Of course, I also know that you don't believe it. In this way, it is definitely impossible to let all of you in. You choose the ones with the highest strength and reputation. I will take you to see how Perot’s child is doing. "The elder continued.
"Why don't you let me all in, you angel family and the holy light are in the same family, so what's the difference?" a person in the crowd shouted.
Everyone should agree.
The elder swept his eyes, and said with a cold snort: "The angel family and the holy light are indeed supposed to be one family, but they are not with you. If they are really a family, why bother staying in this place for our angel family? The empire is constrained at every step."
The demigod-level coercion swept through, and finally no one dared to say anything.
Hidden in the crowd and making noises, the demigod can accurately pick you out.
You look at me, I look at you, the crowd shouted, and finally three people were selected out.
The steward of the big family, the captain of the heresy judge, the mayor of the town.
The first one is the most powerful of all families. Even if it was just a housekeeper, he easily got a spot among the family members.
The second one is the heretical judge squad leader who Yi Xunyu killed with his own hands. His master is the one in front of him.
According to the gossip, that man seems to be the of this guy.
The last one was won by the mayor in the crowd, and for this he also used his fists.
Because his son also died in that secret realm.
Anyone familiar with him can see that his hair turned a lot whiter.
Compared with the previous two, the mayor is undoubtedly a lot weaker, and he is a bit reluctant to stand here.
"Let's go."
In the quarrel of the people, the elder remained silent and watched silently, until the three people walked in front of him, nodded and said.
Turning around, not forgetting to tell the two gatekeepers, carefully watch the surroundings.
The territory of the Angel Race does not have those luxurious furnishings, and there is no ubiquitous holy light. On the contrary, those tall stone buildings are placed more.
This arrangement resembles those of primitive tribes. From a certain perspective, the angel tribes are actually older than those primitive tribes.
So speechless all the way, the elder led the three people to a stone house.
The window is open, through the window you can see the layout and placement inside.
Most of the furniture is stone, stone bed, stone basin, stone table, stone platform...
The bed is covered with a mat woven of fine grass, with a blanket on top, followed by a white sheet.
Angels have the ability to clean themselves. If they are the first generation of angels, they will not even produce dust and dandruff on their bodies.
After being mixed with humans, this ability has become much weaker, but it can also prevent the dirt from staying on them.
It's like being enveloped by a small cleaning technique all the time, which is a very enviable ability.
So for them, those pure white dresses are undoubtedly more comfortable for them.
At least don't worry about cleaning up.
And on this bed, Perot Chan was lying quietly on it.
His eyes were closed tightly, his body was covered with bandages, his arms were with wooden frames and vines, and the surface was covered with dark green herbs.
The legs were wrapped round and round, half hung in the air and fixed with a stone frame.
Only a few of the exposed skin appeared dry and wrinkled like dehydration, and the blood vessels on the surface were as dark as ink.
The wings behind him are also tied with straps, and the exposed feathers are messy and dull.
At the position of the heart, a pale golden gem is quietly suspended above, the light revolves inwardly, sprinkling a ray of light from time to time.
Perot's body surface, the soft light flickers, like a light bulb in disrepair.
There is a small wooden box above the head, and the small holes on the surface are emitting wisps of green smoke, enveloping the room, emitting a fascinating fragrance, and at the same time isolating sounds from the outside world.
Gems and wooden boxes are two treasures dedicated to hanging lives.
"In order not to disturb the child, I will not let you in. Anyway, with your eyes, you can still see clearly even if you don't go in."
The elder stood aside and said, "I already know the situation, and I know that it is normal for you to suspect this child. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but seeing this scene, you should also know that things are not what you think. Right."
If Perot sauce really caused too much killing, the wings would turn black.
That is, the fallen angel, this is something that cannot be changed by any means.
The fact that the color of the cornfield on the wings has not changed at the moment is enough to explain many things.
as well as,
"She was hurt so badly."
"I can treat her." The heretical judge chief said.
He wears an iron mask on his face, which makes it difficult to see his expression.
"Hmph, your holy light is better left for your own use." The elder said bluntly.
Regardless of the overdraft of vitality, if he is treated, whether the original holy light on Perot Chan's body can be preserved, or whose angel is still an angel, is a question to be agreed upon.
"..."
Looking at each other, the atmosphere stalemate once again.
Tensions,
The elder touched the crutches in no hurry and looked at the heretic judge head who unconsciously moved his hand to the sword, his eyes still clear and calm.
This guy couldn't beat himself on the one hand, and the other is that the angel race also has the protection of true gods, and is not afraid of the so-called sound of holy light suddenly coming to be a demon.
and so,
"You can draw out your sword, if you are willing to break the silence between the Angel Race and the Light Empire just because of you."
"..."
The mayor on the side did not speak, just squinted at the Perot sauce in the stone house, not knowing what he was thinking.
And the housekeeper, also silently, waited and watched quietly.