Chapter 1794: Rowling, Long!

After Li Tian rested for a long time, he slowly recovered.
After recovering a little bit, Li Tian walked hard towards his room step by step.
When I arrived at the door of the room, I happened to see Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen at the door.
That Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen were originally looking for Li Tian, ​​but when they saw Li Tian there, they waited here for a while. At this moment, they saw Li Tian walking back from a distance with a pale complexion. At the same time startled.
"Brother Tian, ​​what's the matter? Why is your face so ugly?" Xue Wuhen looked at Li Tianzai and asked in a panic.
Tang Xiaolong on one side also hurriedly said, "Yes, little boss, why is your complexion so ugly? What happened?"
But seeing Li Tian squeezed out a smile and said, "I, I'm fine... It's just that there was some pain in the injured place."
When Tang Xiaolong heard Xue Wuhen, he hurried over to help Li Tian.
"Little boss, is your injury serious?"
"Would you like me to tell the other brothers and let them come and see you?"
Li Tian quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no need."
"I just need to rest for a while!"
After Li Tian insisted on saying this, Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen had no other way, so they could only obey Li Tian's instructions, and then slowly helped Li Tian in front of him into the room.
After returning to the room, Li Tian said to the brothers: "You go out first... I need someone to take a good rest."
Then Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen looked at Li Tian's ugly face, and they could only nod their heads: "Okay, my brother, you have a good rest... If you have anything, just call us and I'll be right outside the door. Keep it for you."
Li Tian nodded silently in his heart when he heard the words of the brothers.
So Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen left the room.
What about Li Tian? After arriving on the bed with difficulty, he then sat cross-legged and started to heal his injuries. He can't drag on like this anymore. If he drags on like this, his body will really have problems, so he has to do it wholeheartedly now. To heal yourself.
The furnishings and installations in a weird room are the same as those in a 17th century church.
The room was very dark with only one dim light.
Under the faint light, I saw a person wearing a Christian costume standing motionless in the middle position.
He was wearing a black dress with two white curtains in the middle, with a cross hanging from his neck, holding it in the palms of his hands.
His hair was dark and curly, and his face was carved with wrinkles.
This person is a Christian priest in the country.
Known as: Father Gammarelli.
Behind Father Gammarelli is a wooden cross, large, scratched on the wall.
At this moment, Father Gammarelli was using his proficient Latin to say some prayers that he didn't understand at all, his eyes closed tightly, his expression serious...
Following Ni Andong's Latin prayers silently in his mouth, the door that had been tightly closed was suddenly blown open by the gloomy wind at this moment.
The moment the extremely gloomy cold wind opened the door, Father Gammarelli's eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
Then he kept betting on the open door, as if waiting for something...
One second, two seconds...Three seconds...
Suddenly, three people suddenly appeared at the gate that was blown by the weird and gloomy cold wind.
But because the distance is too far, it is impossible to see their faces clearly, let alone who they are!
The only thing that can be felt is that the surrounding breath instantly changed, becoming extremely cold... as if their arrival had brought up the cold below the ground.
The moment Father Gammarelli watched the appearance of the three people, a smile was lifted up at the corner of his mouth, and then he muttered in Latin.
It means: You are here...
But seeing that the three people had no words, they just walked in coldly step by step.
Look at these three people carefully, but the one in the middle is a woman with short blond hair. Judging from her face and white complexion, this woman should be Italian.
She has a pair of beautiful gem-like eyes, looking beautiful and moving, but the cold gaze in her eyes makes anyone look full of gloomy breath.
She was wearing a tight black leather jacket, tightly wrapping her perfect body... When a pair of shiny black high heels stepped on the ground, they made a crisp sound.
A cross hung on her neck... weird and glamorous, and a religious symbol was tattooed on the back of each hand.
In general, this woman is like an eagle, a falcon flying in the dark! Strange and fierce.
To the left of the woman is a giant man.
The man is also blond, with a height of more than 190 centimeters, and he is stronger than a stupid man...Although he is wearing a loose robe, it is still difficult to block his undulating muscles.
This person has a hideous face, and his gray eyes are full of destruction... There is a scar on his face, and the scar extends from the corner of the eye to the neck, looking hideous and dazzling.
A cross that hung on his neck was completely incompatible with his body shape...Standing motionless there.
And where is the man on the right?
It was the dead saint before him, the white man, his name was Jace!
It was said that after such three strange foreigners suddenly came here, the atmosphere of the entire space changed instantly.
"Night Fox, Rowling, Destroy Tank, Long, I didn't expect that you were all sent to the country by the bishop." Suddenly a word came out from Father Gammarelli's mouth.
His words are in Latin, fluent and difficult to understand.
However, the person called Rowling, the night fox, is naturally the weird Italian woman with superb short hair, and the fierce man called the Destroyer Tank is the man named Long on the left.
Father Gammarelli smiled after saying this, then smiled while holding the cross in his hands, looking at the three of them.