I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

If a weapon like Heiyuan Baihua appeared on the street, it would definitely cause quite a commotion.

"forget."

Ian said dryly.

"So you forgot? I didn't expect my dear fiancé to suffer from amnesia at a young age." Kiyana shook her head regretfully: "I don't know if you still remember how you invited Miss Rita out for a date?"

"Yourandelle, do you still remember?"

Youlandelle beside her silently clenched her fists, her slender fingers slowly shrunk, as if gathering a huge force, like a female leopard ready to go.

And her prey was that yellow-haired man who abused his personal power and snatched away her family's adjutant!

The trick is deadly, dear fiancee.

Yan took a deep breath in his heart, a little hard to resist.

These few words are like a barrel of oil, poured into Youlandal's heart, burning blazingly in an instant!

If it weren't for this being a public place, I'm afraid he would have shot him long ago, and Heiyuan Baihua would have poked his ass.

"Mr. Ian Apocalypse."

A ghost-like cold voice came from Youlandelle's mouth, as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed: "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Yan's eyelids twitched wildly, and a strong sense of crisis emerged like a tide.

"Uh... you're pretty dressed up today?"

"Probably because I planned to go out with Rita."

Kiyana's casual words made Youlandal's anger burn even more vigorously, as if hot magma was flowing deep in the pupils of her eyes!

Yaen glanced at Qiyana, who was stirring up the flames. The white-haired girl was pursing her lips at this moment, and she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Yes, he remembered this account.

Calmly, Ion poked Rita under the table, asking for help.

Rita had almost finished watching the show, and she might be killed if it continues to develop.

She coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention.

"Speaking of which, it's getting late, and it's almost time for dinner." Rita smiled, and glanced at Qiyana inadvertently: "Everyone happens to be together today, so why not have dinner together to celebrate Rita's discharge from the hospital?" it is good?"

"...Si-since even Rita said that."

Urandale's face was full of embarrassment, but she still withdrew her murderous aura and gave Yaen a vicious look.

"Then, where's Miss Kiyana?" Rita asked again.

"I'm free."

Kiana shrugged.

"In that case, this street is closer to Miss Kiyana's home, why don't we prepare dinner at your place tonight?"

"Eh?!"

Rita's proposal made Kiyana stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned to look at her with a shocked expression.

"I agree!"

Ian was the first to raise his hand in favor.

"Hey, this is not your house!" Kiyana glared at him.

"Why isn't it my home?" Yan spread his hands: "What is the relationship between us, strictly speaking, your home is also my home!"

"Besides, the house is usually deserted and deserted. Wouldn't it be nice to have a few more people to eat together?"

He clapped his hands: "That's the decision!"

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89: World Famous Paintings: Rita in the Kitchen

Night falls.

About half an hour had passed since they decided to go to Qiyana's house for dinner, and they bought some ingredients at a nearby supermarket in the middle of it.Ion, as the only male in the foursome, took on the role of porter as a matter of course.

After returning home, Rita did her part as the cook, and as the host, Kiyana naturally couldn't leave Rita busy alone, so she also offered to help.

The two entered the kitchen together, leaving only Ian who had a bad feeling and Ulandal who was sullen.

In the living room, no one spoke.

The soft lights illuminate the nanmu floor, the breeze blows through the gaps in the open windows, and the dark blue curtains ripple like waves, slightly lifting the girl's curly golden hair.

A vulgar school movie was played on the TV, the content was roughly about the philandering protagonist toying with the feelings of two innocent girls on two boats, and was discovered by the girls’ girlfriends in the process of accidental process, and repeatedly persuaded the two to have nothing to do with each other. After that, it is a wonderful love story that finally cut off the protagonist's head with a butcher's knife one night.

Yann really didn't understand how this kind of film passed the review, and he could only feel in his heart that the world's morals were declining.

He glanced at Youlandelle who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. The blond girl who caught rape on the spot was sitting quietly with her eyes closed and resting. Beautiful girl.

But for some reason, there was a big and thick pure white knight spear lying flat on her thigh.

What made people even more desperate was that the tip of the knight's gun was aimed at him intentionally or unintentionally!

I don't know if it is implying something.

Yan expressed his panic. Although he didn't think that Ulandal would really draw his gun and rush up to give him a shot, but this kind of threatening behavior really made people nervous.

The stalemate has lasted for half an hour. During this period, Ulandal didn't say a word, and kept the same posture all the time without saying a word.

Instead, this feeling made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, a kind of calm before the storm.

"Ahem!" In order to ease the tense atmosphere, Yaen cleared his throat and tried to bring up the topic: "By the way, Youlandell, you don't seem to have any physical training all day today, right?"

"Don't worry, I will add two more boxing classes next week." Ulandal's delicate fingers are dotted on the black abyss and white flowers intentionally or unintentionally, and she squints at Yan: "If you don't mind, Mr. Yan Do you want to train with me for a while?"

"No, no, no!" Yan shook his head violently, thinking that Ms. Dull Goose knew that you must have bad intentions when she saw your eyes and tone.

Boxing lessons?I'm afraid he's not being used as a sandbag!

Youlandelle snorted coldly, turned her head and continued to be a quiet beautiful girl.

Yan shrugged, and didn't bother to make fun of himself after touching his nose, he picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

The content on the screen suddenly switched to a dilapidated ruin, with a vaguely familiar feeling.The host with a microphone in his hand was talking to the camera with a serious face, denouncing the inhumanity of the terrorists.When the camera turned around, the homeless victims in ragged clothes appeared on the screen. These victims' eyes were dazed and their expressions were dull, and their red and swollen eyes did not have a drop of tears.

Most of their expressions were calm, neither weeping nor shedding tears, and they lowered their heads and said nothing from the beginning to the end.

Rather than being reticent, it is better to say that I have already lost hope in life.

These people are clearly alive, but they give people the illusion that they are dead.

"This is... Florence?"

Ian frowned, subconsciously sat upright, and his voice became serious involuntarily.

This is the place that changed him completely, and it is also the city where he won the first battle.

Perhaps it was because the final result was not bad, destroying the plan of the world snake, protecting Rita, and destroying almost all the mechanical puppets of Houkai beast and snake that remained in Florence.

So Yan still has a good impression of this city, but now he witnessed everything on the TV screen again, but found that the so-called final result seemed to be only for himself.

The screen suddenly turned on a lonely old man with gray hair. He had a hunched back and held a half-burned photo in his dry and rough hands. It was a family portrait.

Yan watched the scenes presented on the screen in silence, feeling more and more heavy, as if his chest was pressed by a boulder, and he was a little out of breath.

"Hey."

Suddenly there was a slightly concerned voice beside him, and Yann felt as if something sharp had poked his waist.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously turned his head to look at Youlandelle.

This girl who had been awkward and unwilling to say a word to him from the beginning just now took the initiative to talk to him, and I don't know what An's intention was.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"No, it's nothing." Youlandelle withdrew her slender fingers, and the black abyss and white flowers on her thighs turned into streamer particles and dissipated into the void at some point.

She put her hands flat on her legs and remained motionless, her voice hesitated: "I just want to tell you..."

"tell me what?"

"... How, how should I put it?" Youlandelle scratched her face, with a slightly arrogant expression, and said awkwardly: "Actually, you have done well enough... something like that?"

"good enough?"

"Ah."

Yan was stunned, and looked at the girl whose face was flushed because of these words in surprise.

"I have read the report about you in Florence before, so I can say with certainty that, judging from the situation at the time, you have undoubtedly done a very good job, and you don't need to blame yourself for this." Uranda Erduan Sitting upright, but staring unblinkingly at the TV screen that has started to play boring commercials: "After all, once a disaster happens, someone will die because of it. No matter how timely the hero appears, it is doomed to fail to save everyone. "

She comforted Ian, but her voice became erratic unknowingly, as if covered by clouds.

Her eyes seemed to have crossed the swamp-like muddy tide of time, going back to the distant past, re-witnessing the immature self in all aspects.

"Because the word disaster itself is based on blood."

Urandale said softly.

A sudden gust of wind blew past her hair, which seemed to be dizzy with golden light. In a trance, it seemed that some ghost from the past chased after her and whispered in her ear.

"Uh, you are..." Yan scratched his head, his expression a little shocked: "Comfort me?"

"No, that's not it!" You Landal's pretty face flushed instantly, she turned her head away quickly, folded her hands on her chest and murmured in a low voice: "I, I, I just express my feelings! I express my feelings!"

Yan stared at her vacillating eyes, as if he could see through the innocence and kindness hidden under her arrogant appearance.

After a long while, he smiled silently, somehow feeling that this guy was a little cute.

"I also know that given the circumstances at the time, I have done a good enough job." Yan fiddled with the remote control, his voice sounded far away: "But that said, sometimes in future days, I will still feel It's a pity, it's a pity that I wasn't strong enough at that time to do more."

In fact, sometimes, when Ian recalled his experience in Florence, he would unconsciously compare the current self with the then self, and then imagine whether he could do it more perfectly under such circumstances.

Looking back on Florence's experience, his biggest regret was letting those bastards escape. If he faced that situation with his current strength, he would have enough confidence to catch that crazy dog-headed woman back and give him a good training.

"So, if you don't let yourself have such thoughts of regret." He slowly tightened his five fingers, his bones made a slight cracking sound, and his voice sounded like steel colliding: "I must become stronger!"

He turned his head to look at Youlandelle, his pupils seemed to be burning with fire.