Vol 3 Chapter 447: : shot

"Please?" Du Di'an snorted, and Yu Guang saw that several figures rushing out of the castle had gathered, knowing that today is difficult to stop, and his mind is turning, saying: "The way you ask people in the inner wall area is quite special."
Francis smiled slightly. "For special people, with a special invitation method, this is the style we are acting on, and please cooperate with Mr. Du."
Du Di'an said: "Are you strong? Don't forget, I am still the golden knight of the Knights' Hall. I want to let me go back with you. Please show me your handcuffs."
"The wind is big, if you want to see the handcuffs, go back to your castle and watch it." Francis chuckled: "Mr. Du is better not to try to escape. You have already got my 'magic cream venom', if there is no me. The antidote, you will soon be screaming."
Du Di'an eyes are slightly stunned, although his eyes are still staring at Francis, but Yu Guang has already seen the wound in his left hand. Through the perspective, he can see the wound under the left arm shoulder, and a thin piece of ice crystal is raised. It is the strange snake whip. The transparent venom that spewed out did not spread in the shoulders, but... it was frozen into ice!
At some point, the downside seems to be a benefit.
Du Di'an suddenly thanked her for her own 'iceemia'. He said quietly, "I am going with you, but forcibly arresting me, the temple and the knight hall must know. Otherwise, I doubt your identity. Is it the inside of the people, or the villains of the Dark Holy See impersonation."
Francis seems to have expected this for a long time, smiled and made a "please" gesture.
Dudian immediately followed them back to the castle, and both Greeley and Gines were surrounded by several other saints and returned to the castle together.
Just entering the hall, Du Di'an saw a young saint standing in the living room with a fully armed Platinum armor, wearing the same standard armor as Francis, with a black scabbard on his back.
Next to the saints, Kaqi and Nicotine, Macon and others sat on the sofa blankly. When they saw Du Di'an's moment, several people were shocked. Meike hurriedly stood up: "Dean, run, they are coming. your!"
Hey!
The saints in the living room slammed their legs and kicked on Macon's body. Mecken suddenly flew out of the sofa and slammed into the wall, coughing up a blood, and stunned on the spot.
Du Di'an's vision clearly shows that the ribs on his chest were broken four or five times. Obviously, this is the result of the attention of the saints, but this leg can split Macon's body into two!
Despite this, he still felt a violent violent smothering of the blood vessels, stepping out of the soles of his feet, the whole body of blood rushing like a burning, slamming, rushing out like a cannonball in the same place, punching the saints Youth's chest.
The youth of the saints changed their face and hurriedly raised their hands.
Hey!
Du Di'an's fist slammed into his arm, and his strong anger made him try his best, which was the first time he shot the devil's magic mark!
With a slamming fist, the fist hit the sleeve of the arm, and the white gold sleeves suddenly deformed. The young Saints suddenly changed their face. They just wanted to retreat. The arm had already sent severe pain, and the body suddenly flew out. He slammed into the back stairs, slammed the sound, smashed the wooden stairs, and fell into a dusty dust.
"stop!"
Francis, who came behind, snorted.
Du Di'an was murderous in his eyes, and his angry anger made him have the urge to kill him, but reason still restrained his footsteps, because he knew that if he really killed all the saints present, he would Will face the full blow of the monastery in the inner wall area, this is not what he can afford now, can only bear!
Hey!
From the back of Francis, a figure was taken, and the saints in the broken wooden boards were lifted up. The latter had a trace of blood at the corners of the mouth. The neatly groomed blond hair was scattered, stained with sawdust, quite wolf, full of anger on the face, backhand I lived on the hilt on my back and wanted to counterattack Dudyan.
"Stop!" Francis shouted again.
The saints looked at him and gritted his hands.
Du Di'an's eyes were cold and cold, and he glanced coldly at the saint youth, and said to Gloria behind him: "Go and see Macon."
He couldn't move, and Francis and several other saints around him had surrounded him and took it all.
"Yes." Gloria squinted and quickly swept to Macon, picked it up, reached out and touched his chest, and said to Du Di'an: "The ribs have broken several."
"First stabilize the injury," Dudian said.
Greeley nodded and undressed the stunned Macon.
Dudian turned to Francis and said, "Is this the act of your saints? Casually injuring innocent civilians?"
Francis regained his gaze from the saints and saw Dud's full of angry questions. His brows were slightly wrinkled and he said: "We are only cautious, let alone his initiative. You are now a suspect in collusion with the Dark Holy See. He gives back If you report it, it is a crime of cover-up. It is not bad to kill him on the spot!"
Du Di'an angered: "Even if I am a suspect, even if he is sheltering me, according to the law, it will not be treated like this!"
"Generally it won't." Francis smiled and said: "But as you said, he is only a civilian, not the so-called nobles here. A small civilian also dared to cover the criminal suspects, did not kill him on the spot. It is already giving you face."
Du Di'an heard what he meant. The strictness of the law depends on the identity of the object. This makes him feel resentful. When he returns to his original ignorance, he is taken to the castle by the two hunters. At the time, I hated this feeling.
"What are the handcuffs you said!" Du Di'an suppressed the anger and did not continue this topic.
"This is our status badge." Francis smiled and took out a medal to Du Di'an. He said: "This medal can prove our identity. As for the handcuffs? Sorry, we come to the outer wall to take people, never use only the mouth, no Handcuffs."
Du Di'an's face sank and his eyes flashed. He took the medal that Francis was about to take back, looked at it carefully, and smashed it all before and after.
Francis and others saw Dudian's movements, and he couldn't help but laugh. Francis smiled: "Don't look at it, it's absolutely true, it's true than gold!"
Du Dian looked at him for a moment and handed it back to him. He had already remembered all the details of the medal in his mind.
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