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- Chapter 270 Youcan't be her, right?
Everyone found it a bit incredible, and the girls were completely dumbfounded. They didn¡¯t know whether Qin Jian was acting just now or was really possessed by the God of Light.
The next moment when Qin Jian said solemnly, "Wait until I come down to teach you a lesson," a man with twelve white wings actually appeared in the sky?
Angel! Everyone recognizes this look. According to the records that have been circulated, the rank and strength of angels are divided according to the number of wings.
This angel that appeared in mid-air actually had twelve wings! Could it be that the God of Light really came in person? Only the God of Light can have such a number of wings!
His Majesty the Pope and the eight cardinal archbishops were excited and frightened at the same time. They chanted the holy book in a low voice over and over again, and every part of their bodies was trembling.
The elemental energy, which was so huge that it could make one's liver and gallbladder burst, hit from mid-air, and no one thought it was an illusion. Everything is so real.
The man who appeared in mid-air just looked down lightly, his eyes that were above everything were full of domineering and dominating feeling.
Saint Xuelun seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and her body fell softly and fell to the ground. Qin Jian clearly saw that the quiet girl looked at the sky with a smile just before she fell.
He quickly jumped down from the praying stone, held Xuelun in his arms, and poured some fountain of life directly into her mouth. Qin Jian didn't know the process of praying, but he could feel that the life of the girl in his arms was disappearing rapidly. If there were no treatment measures, she would die soon.
Pray at the cost of your life! This is the mental preparation that every saint must have.
what to do? what to do? Qin Jian had never felt so panicked. Although he had used the name of the moon god Anilu to deceive people since he came to this world, and later received some inheritance from the god of war, Qin Jian still didn't believe in gods and Buddhas subconsciously. But now, the fact that appeared before him was like a hammer hitting Qin Jian directly on the head!
There really are gods in this world!
"Praise our Lord!" His Majesty the Pope was the first to react. There was a hint of trembling in his voice. He held the Holy Book with his hands clasped and looked piously to the sky. "Lord, please answer our doubts! And forgive me. How disrespectful I was to you just now!"
Amid everyone¡¯s disbelieving gazes, the twelve-winged angel in mid-air touched his nose, turned to the side and smiled slightly.
Qin Jian even had the illusion that there was a hint of flattery in this angel's smile?
Yes, it¡¯s flattery! It seems like you are trying to please someone!
A pair of small feet suddenly appeared in the whirlpool mirror in mid-air, and kicked the twelve-winged angel in the face. As if struck by lightning, the twelve-winged angel just staggered and fell out of everyone's sight.
The mouths of His Majesty the Pope and the eight cardinals look like yawning hippopotamuses.
What's the matter?
In the whirlpool mirror, the owner of the little feet slowly revealed his figure. He turned out to be a little angel with a pair of golden wings.
The little angel is so cute that no matter who sees her, they can¡¯t help but want to go up and pinch her pink little face.
¡°At least that¡¯s what the girls are thinking about now.
Qin Jian shrank his neck and almost bit off his tongue.
Damn it, why do they look so similar? The Lord feels that this world is too crazy and too unacceptable.
"HI!" The little angel in the whirlpool mirror raised her white hands and greeted Qin Jian with a smile.
Qin Jian¡¯s expression suddenly changed, and his facial muscles were trembling! Others may not know what this word means, but Qin Jian obviously does. Moreover, this voice and demeanor are exactly the same as that little witch.
"You guys cover, I'll dodge first!" Qin Jian handed Xuelun into Durex's arms, pulled the female dragon in front of him, and prepared to run away.
No one knew what happened, and the girls looked at Qin Jian blankly.
Before the lord could take a step forward, his eyes flashed, and the little angel in the whirlpool mirror had appeared in front of him. His pink and white hands directly held Qin Jian's nose: "Where do you want to go?"
The lord of Siberia, who was so fierce and powerful that he could dominate mountains and rivers, was held by the nose by a little angel, and he didn't dare to move!
The female dragon screamed: "Let him go!" At the same time, she punched the little angel in the back.
The little angel with golden wings just snapped her fingers, and the female dragon suddenly stopped in place, like a statue.
"Don't move!"Jian Jian stared closely at the little angel in front of him and said something to the girls. He saw that Evelin had drawn out the ice long bow and had all the arrows ready.
The little angel looked at Qin Jian triumphantly, still holding his nose.
"You aren't she?" Qin Jian asked weakly.
"I am her!" The little angel nodded.
"How could you be her?" Qin Jian was completely dumbfounded.
"This is what I look like!"
"Then you used to before" Qin Jian thought for a long time but couldn't connect the figure in his memory with the one in front of him.
"Am I not dreaming?" Qin Jian looked at the little angel in front of him stupidly.
"Bah!" There was a crisp sound, and Qin Jian's forehead hurt. The little angel had already reached out and flicked him.
"Here he goes again!" Qin Jian complained as he looked at the little angel in front of him.
"Look behind you, there are people coming to see you." The little angel gestured to Qin Jian.
The lord looked back and was stunned: "Aunt aunt?"
The girls all looked at it stupidly. Not only did the twelve-winged angel walk out of the vortex mirror, but also a woman who made all the girls feel ashamed!
She is stunningly beautiful and has a unique aura in her every move. This is the woman who truly makes people unable to think of any blasphemy! Compared with Xuelun Yi, the saint's tranquility is only rudimentary.
Under the gaze of everyone, the Lord Lord was like a child, rushing over, hugging the woman who no one dared to look at, and acting coquettishly like a child.
The girls¡¯ little mouths are all bulging.
The little angel even shamelessly rode on the lord¡¯s neck, giggling.
"Okay, you have grown so big and you are still such a child." The aunt stroked Qin Jian's hair and straightened him.
"Why did you come here? No, how can you come here?" Qin Jian looked at the woman in front of him stupidly with an excited expression on his face.
¡°Daddy doesn¡¯t trust you, let us take a look.¡± The little angel replied.
Qin Jian raised his head and looked at the whirlpool mirror in the sky.
"Don't look, dad and your mother won't come." The little angel saw Qin Jian's thoughts at a glance.
¡°No conscience!¡± Qin Jian complained.
Shu Ya listened in confusion and had no idea what the man and the woman were talking about. She poked Monica and gestured to her.
The little girl blinked her beautiful big eyes and ran to Qin Jian, snuggled up to him affectionately, and asked in a crisp voice: "Brother, who are they?"
"Come on, come on all!" Qin Jian waved to the girls and found that the female dragon was still where she was. He turned to look at the little angel: "I said it's enough for you to bully me if you have nothing to do. Why are you bullying my woman?"
The little angel chuckled and stretched out his hand towards the female dragon. Gabriella, who was frozen in place, suddenly regained her freedom. The female dragon looked at the little angel differently and swallowed.
"This is my sister, Li Yanran!" Qin Jian looked at the girls and pointed at the little angel riding on his neck.
elder sister? Let¡¯s not talk about such a young girl, how can she still be an angel?
Without any hesitation, all the girls respectfully called sister.
"Be good!" Xiao Yanran covered her mouth and chuckled.
"This is my aunt!" Qin Jian pointed at the woman next to him who made all the girls feel inferior, "Gu Linglong, um, my father's eldest wife!"
"Nothing big or small." Gu Linglong knocked on Qin Jian's forehead, and the lord laughed slyly.
"Hello, aunt!" the girls shouted respectfully again.
"Okay, I'll let you call me old." Gu Linglong glared at Qin Jian angrily, turned over her hands and took out a bunch of gadgets, and handed them to the girls one by one, "It's the first time we met, and I didn't have any preparations. , a little something.¡±
"What are these for?" Qin Jian grabbed one from Nirui and looked at it over and over.
"A defensive magic weapon! It automatically protects the Lord."
"Damn, what a good thing." Qin Jian's eyes lit up.
His Majesty the Pope and the eight archbishops looked stupidly, staring at the twelve-winged angel with red eyes. Although I don¡¯t know what they are and what they are used for, but the things that can be brought from the angel world must not be ordinary things, right?
The twelve-winged angel rolled his eyes wildly, pretending not to see the resentful looks in the eyes of the nine old guys.
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