Dress up as the devil and bring some shock to the other world.

Chapter 265: The attacking Rick is about to destroy the ancient and decadent Furong King.

Chapter 265: The attacking Rick is about to destroy the ancient and decadent Furong King.

The gentle sunshine shines on the prosperous and exquisite streets, and the tree crowns in autumn shed yellow leaves.

The streets were as lively as Guillotine Square, with people's fiery and scorching gazes, and cheers rolling in like waves.

Even the seagulls brought French fries that symbolize peace... Even though the Royal City is thousands of miles away from the sea, no one cares about or thinks about why there are seagulls here.

The man under all eyes.

Faced with this situation, he felt strangely anxious, as if he was running a cult.

His thoughts wandered for a moment, and he wondered if he could walk four steps backwards and perform some strange behavior to try to see if he could summon some strange beings.

Some old man in yellow clothes, some circus clown, some gray fog Riddler or something like that...

This atmosphere of national attention caused Levi's popularity to soar to an unimaginable height, so much so that it completely overshadowed his opponent, the Holy Light Church.

As a bishop, Moya was flanked by the Templar knights who were recovering from their injuries under the full healing efforts of the priests.

And the Mage of Light who was pushed out of the treatment room by him.

What is not known is that the Light Mage is extremely resistant to appearing in public.

Even if he can control a wheelchair that is so enchanted that it can almost bend in a drainage ditch, he is still no match for the Templar Knights.

He was caught alive and brought to watch a show.

Bishop Moya looked at Levi silently.

He's too high-profile.

"This guy..." The Templar Knight blinked, "Is he about to make his debut?"

Bishop Moya turned his head and looked at the Templar Knight in disbelief, with confusion in his eyes.

The Templar Knights are very serious, and they only focus on improving their strength... This serious state lasted until they were defeated yesterday.

"What's wrong, Bishop?"

"Have your brain been damaged?"

The Templar Knight said matter-of-factly, "No, of course not. I just recognized my own weakness."

Bishop Moya: "?"

The tall knight shrugged, "I have been practicing my skills for decades, but once I was defeated... I think it's not that I didn't work hard enough, but that my upper limit is here."

"Since no matter how much you improve, you will still be in deep despair, then you might as well enjoy life now."

"Oh, yes, not only have I not regressed, my strength has also improved a bit. I have mastered it now - blood boiling."

Bishop Moya is stunned for a moment, his blood boils, and his skills reduce intelligence and improve all aspects of physical fitness. They often appear on some new knights who want to save the world.

But when they recognize the reality and are severely beaten by society, they will forget this skill.

"Bishop, do you want to learn too?" the Templar Knight said enthusiastically.

"Me? Can I learn too?" Bishop Moya was puzzled.

"Of course you can. I'll give this to you. As long as you read it, you'll most likely be able to understand it."

Bishop Moya looked down.

The unsightly cover is full of blasphemous words, and one can vaguely identify a hero, a devil, a midsummer, a sweat, a ****▇▇▇...

Before Bishop Moya could get angry.

The Templar Knight, like a good man, shared his treasured possessions with the Mage of Light, who was still mummified from his shattering injuries.

She even looked through it thoughtfully for him.

What responded to the Templar was the bright mage's crazily twisting body, and the bright mage's eyes as wide as copper bells.

He seemed to be about to say something, but what followed was a series of deep, hoarse roars.

He looked miserable.

The Templar Knights were all shocked, "Hey! Have you realized it?! Are you about to realize it too?!"

He was so excited that he was trembling, "Yeah, just follow this fucking feeling, quack!"

Such a blasphemous thing was brought out by the Templar Knights in public and shared in public. Bishop Moya's brows jumped sharply and he said coldly, "Templar, you..."

The Templar Knight took the lead and explained as if he expected it, "No, this is not something blasphemous."

"Look...this is extremely pure love! Two-way love is the most beautiful work of art!"

"If you are talking about those scenes that are difficult to appreciate, then don't worry! This is the Holy Light version, and it is an exclusive reading for the cavalry!"

Bishop Moya understood that the Templar Knights were not looking away, they were free!

Almost suppressing his anger, Bishop Moya glanced at the name written in the column of the comic's writer: Vampires also want to bask in the sun, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Seeing Bishop Moya in a daze, the Templar Knight quickly asked, "Do you recognize her?"

"This is actually the author's work when she went to sea. Although she didn't admit it, the leg rings inside, the highly exposed feet, and the stigmata on the back are all reflected in her new book."

"Yeah, yes, he is the author of Demon King-chan's official book!"

As if he was caught up in thinking about life and elaborating on the laws of the universe, Bishop Moya's mouth twitched and he stopped talking.

The original feeling of getting angry disappeared.

He asked himself: Is this world a grass-roots team? ! Damn, why is it so abstract?

At this moment, as one of the protagonists, his limelight was completely overshadowed by Levi.

This man is like the most dazzling and dazzling flower in the deserted wilderness.

He looked at Levi, who gave him his most sincere and innocent greetings, and spoke coquettishly——

"My younger brother is so dazzling, he won't steal my elder brother's limelight."

Even though Levi was a unique virgin bitch, Bishop Moya still felt extremely unhappy at this moment.

How... did you lose to such a thing? !

"Ha." Bishop Moya calmed down. If he was angry or anxious, that would be the happiest moment for this guy.

Therefore, Bishop Moya said calmly, "I just lost a step, and I still have two chances, but you can't lose any step."

"Yes." Li Wei nodded and smiled, and said with some emotion, "I can't lose even a step."

"Huh?" Bishop Moya felt that there was something in Levi's words, but he also felt that what he said was normal.

Levi showed a bright smile, startling the cheers of countless boys and girls around him, and even the elderly were celebrating his existence at this moment.

Far more magnificent celebration and praise than the king.

Levi, who had gathered everyone's attention and hope, said, "Then, the second show will begin."

The injuries of Princess Cecilia, who was assassinated due to siding with the academy, had deteriorated to the point where she was almost fatal.

According to rumors, the current princess Cecilia relies on various authoritative treasures to hang on for dear life.

Only the goddess, only the power of the goddess can bring vitality to the decayed body of the princess!