Global Cataclysm: My Life in Sanctuary Versailles

"Eternal youth, right..."

Every sentence was followed by a hearty blow, and Gu Qingsi's continuous screams echoed throughout the carriage.

This time, I really couldn't help but screamed.

The cry is miserable and long..

......

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wu Lang looked at Wang Kexin wishing he could smash out a tarmac with the butt of his gun. He could only say that he was amazed. At this moment, he even stopped smoking.

Sure enough, if a woman becomes fierce, there really is nothing wrong with a man.

The effort of a cigarette.

When Gu Qingsi screamed again at this moment, the voice from her throat was already a little hoarse.

His eyes even appeared empty and lifeless.

The physical pain is only temporary, but the most tormenting thing comes from the spiritual blow.

She thought that she would call the wind and rain in the Apostolic Church and overwhelm the entire Rongcheng branch, but she would be reduced to the point where a weak woman tortured her.

During the period of being greeted by the gun butt, she even thought about ending her life directly.

She can't let such a nobody torture her and insult her...

But then the anger welling up from the bottom of her heart, along with the pain from her body, burned her soul.

Do not!

She couldn't just die like this.

Even if there is only a slim chance.

She wants to catch it.

As long as she seizes this opportunity, she will still be the red elder who is above ten thousand people in the apostle teaching.

She will return ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times the pain that is inflicted on her now.

......

Wang Kexin's meeting was extremely fun, and even some hair ends were stained on his forehead due to the sweat from the sweat.

After smoking a cigarette, Wu Lang threw away the cigarette butt and said:

"Kexin is almost done, don't tire yourself out."

Hearing Wu Lang's words, Wang Kexin hit Gu Qingsi again with the butt of his gun, and then arrogantly picked up the water bottle that was thrown at her just now.

Go back to the passenger seat.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp.

In the end, like offering a treasure, he returned the submachine gun to Wu Lang.

Wu Lang scratched Wang Kexin's pretty nose amusedly, took the submachine gun and put it beside him.

"Tell me! What is your identity in the Apostolic Church?"

Gu Qingsi, who had just passively experienced violence, had fallen into a deep emptiness at this time, as if she hadn't heard Wu Lang's question.

Seeing this, Wu Lang asked again: "What is your status in the Apostolic Church?"

After waiting for a few seconds, the woman in the back seat still didn't speak.

"It seems that you need to be taught the most basic etiquette in conversation!"

As for the etiquette?

When someone asks a question, learn to answer politely.

Hearing Wu Lang's words, Gu Qingsi, who came back to her senses, revealed a trace of anger mixed with fear from the depths of her eyes, but she still stubbornly did not speak.

Seeing this scene, Wu Lang felt that there was no need to pry this man's mouth open.

In this case, we can't blame him for not talking about martial arts, and let Wang Kexin close the door.

He turned his head and cast a look at Wang Kexin.

Wang Kexin immediately understood, stood up again, and walked towards the back seat with a smirk.

"You...you don't...don't come here!"

Looking at Wang Kexin who was walking towards her again.

Gu Qingsi finally couldn't help shouting: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"You really don't know what I'm talking about?"

"Woooo... please let me go, I really don't know what you're talking about..."

Just as Wu Lang said something, Wang Kexin had already stepped into the back seat again.

Wu Lang didn't ask any more questions.

Then came the exciting part.

Then play music and dance.

Gu Qingsi, who experienced the violent storm again, was taken away by anger.

Under the blow of Wang Kexin's gun butt, he no longer concealed himself, and let out a crazy roar while struggling:

"I am the messenger of God, walking in the world with God's will..."

"You ignorant sinners, you are blaspheming the gods, and you will surely be punished with ashes..."

......

After the passionate percussion music was played, Wang Kexin put the submachine gun back to its original place.

"No! Let me rest first."

At this time, Wang Kexin's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and his whole little face was flushed because of the strenuous exercise, which was very pretty.

Returning to the co-pilot, Wang Kexin panted heavily.

At this moment, she finally realized that beating someone can also tire her.

Although cool, but also really tired.

can only say..

she thought she was going to cry

but she didn't

She just stared blankly at your body

给 你 我 的 祝福

Is this not a realization

let her see herself clearly

虽然 那 无爱 的 痛苦

将 日日夜夜

in the deepest part of your soul

what!What a painful realization this is!

......

Chapter 136 Laozi Believes in Pangu

Although the dance music was over, Gu Qingsi, who was lying in the backseat struggling helplessly, did not stop her madness.

He kept saying over and over again:

"I am the messenger of God, you ignorant sinners, the incarnation of blasphemy, will be punished by God..."

Wu Lang picked out his ears.

Although it can be confirmed from the woman's reaction that this person is a member of the Apostolic Cult, he is really speechless about such obsessive words.

He couldn't help but get up and step over to the back seat and put his foot on the woman's stomach.

There was a rush of coughing, and the nagging finally stopped.

Wu Lang, who returned to the driver's seat, felt even more contempt for the idiots of the apostolic religion.

It's not terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't even know how to pick up people's teeth.

There are allusions in history that Buddhism spread to the east.

After being introduced from the west to the east, the ancients all knew that the name of the god they believed in should be changed according to local conditions.

As a result, when it came to their apostolic teaching, they simply adjusted some teachings and copied everything else.

Even so lazy that even the gods he believes in are copying the original ones.

Only two words are offered.

despise!

Could it be that from Pangu Kaitian to Hongjun Daozu, there were three thousand disciples under his seat;

From the first catastrophe of fierce beasts, the confrontation of the three clans to the Lich hegemony, the Romance of the Gods, and then to the eastward spread of Buddhism and the end of Taoism;

From the creation of man by Nuwa to the inhumane sage who treats all things as dogs, from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to the unification of the world.

Heaven and earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric.

The sun and the moon are surging, and the stars are listed.

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Run more than adult years old, Lu Lu adjusts Yang.

......

Countless fairy tales have been derived from it, can't they all find a name to put on it?

So there are more than two strokes in the Sand Sculpture Sect.

It's either Shabby or Dobby.

Wu Lang really doubted whether the senior leaders of the Apostolic Church who settled down in Huaguo had considered the feelings of the church members in their own country.

or...

These developed congregants did not pay too much attention to these fundamental issues of establishing a religion.

I just hope to use this layer of skin to seek my own interests.

......

Thinking of this, and seeing Gu Qingsi looking at him angrily.

Wu Lang said directly: "This is in the east. I believe in Pangu. Your egg god can't control me."

When Gu Qingsi, who had been chattering all this time, heard this, her voice froze.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Wu Lang in disbelief.

She didn't expect that someone would answer this question like this.

"What are you looking at? Can you still eat me?"

Wu Lang cast a disdainful glance at Gu Qingsi.

Hearing Wu Lang's words, Gu Qingsi's eyes were once again filled with hatred, and she said with a firmer voice than before: "You heathens, God is about to come to the world...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Lang had already stuffed it into her mouth again with a towel that she didn't know whether it was for wiping her feet or mopping the floor.

Suddenly the whole world fell silent.

It's been so long since I heard this crazy woman beeping, now it's finally his turn to play.

Not just brainwashing!

So what can a master learn from success.

He is the little prince who is invincible all over the forum.