After Li Tian rested for a long time, his body slowly recovered.

After recovering a little, Li Tian walked towards his room step by step.

When I arrived at the door of the room, I happened to see Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen at the door.

Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen were originally looking for Li Tian, ​​but when they saw Li Tian, ​​they waited here for a while. At this moment, they saw Li Tian walking back from a distance with a pale face, step by step, and the two of them were not only stunned at the same time.

"Brother Tian, ​​what's wrong? Why are your face so ugly?" Xue Wuhen looked at Li Tianzai and asked in panic.

Tang Xiaolong on the side also quickly said, "Yes, little boss, why are your expression so ugly? What's wrong?"

But seeing Li Tian pushing out a smile and saying, "I, I'm fine... it's just that there's some pain in the area where I was injured just now."

When Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen heard this, they hurried over to support Li Tian.

"Boss, is your injury very serious?"

"Do I want you to tell the other brothers and let them come and see you?"

Li Tian quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no need."

"I just need a rest!"

After Li Tian insisted on saying this, Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen had no other choice, so they could only obey Li Tian's instructions and slowly helped Li Tian in front of him into the room.

After returning to the room, Li Tian said to his brothers, "You guys go out first... I need a good rest by myself."

Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen looked at Li Tian’s ugly face and could only nodded: “Okay, Brother Tian, ​​you have a good rest… If there is anything, just call us and I will guard you outside the door.”

When Li Tian heard the brothers' words, his heart was warm and nodded silently.

So Tang Xiaolong and Xue Wuhen left the room.

As for Li Tian? After arriving on the bed with difficulty, he sat cross-legged and began to use his energy to heal his wounds. He could not drag it like this anymore. If he dragged it like this, his body would really have problems, so he must now heal himself wholeheartedly.

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In a strange room, the furnishings and installations are like the seventeenth-century church.

The room was very dark, with only a dim light.

In the faint light, I saw a man in Christian costume standing motionlessly in the middle.

He was wearing a black dress, but there were two white curtains in the middle, and a cross hung around his neck, holding it in the palm of his hands.

His hair was thick and curly, with wrinkles on his face.

This person is a Christian priest who lives in the country.

He is called Father Gammarelli.

Behind Father Gammarelli is a wooden cross, large and scraped against the wall.

At this moment, Father Gammarelli was speaking some prayer words in his skillful Latin language that he could not understand at all. His eyes were closed tightly and his expression was serious...

With the Latin prayers in Ni Anton's silent words in his mouth, the door that was originally tightly closed suddenly blew open by the gloomy wind at this moment.

The moment the extremely gloomy cold wind blew open the door, Father Gammarelli's eyes suddenly opened at this moment.

Then he bet on the open door intently, as if waiting for something...

One second, two seconds...three seconds...

Suddenly, three people suddenly appeared at the door that was blown open by the strange and gloomy cold wind.

But because the distance is too far, it is impossible to see their appearance clearly, and I don’t know who they are!

The only thing I could feel was that the aura around me changed instantly, becoming extremely cold... as if their arrival also brought the cold air below the ground.

The moment Father gammarelli looked at the three people's figures, he held up a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said in Latin language.

It means: You are here...

But seeing that the three of them didn't say anything, they just walked in step by step, coldly.

I looked at these three people carefully, but I saw that the middle was a short blond woman. Judging from her face and white skin, the woman should be Italian.

She has a pair of beautiful gem-like eyes, looking beautiful and moving, but the cold gaze in her eyes makes anyone look full of gloomy aura.

She was wearing a tight black leather jacket, tightly wrapped around her perfect body... When a pair of shiny black high heels stepped on the ground, it made a crisp sound.

A cross was hanging around her neck... strange and charming, with a religious symbol tattooed on the backs of both hands.

In general, this woman is like an eagle, a falcon flying in the dark! Weird and fierce.

To the left of the woman is a giant man.

The man also has blonde hair, and is more than 190 cm tall. He is even stronger than Sa Man'er... Although he is wearing a loose robe, it is still difficult to cover his ups and downs.

This man's face was ferocious, and his gray eyes were full of destruction... There was a scar on his face, which stretched from the corner of his eyes to his neck, looking ferocious and eye-catching.

A cross hanging on his neck was completely out of place with his body shape... standing motionless.

And what about the man on the right?

It was the dead saint who had the last name, the white man, whose name was Jace!

But after these three strange foreigners suddenly came here, the atmosphere in the entire space changed instantly.

"Night fox, Rowling, Destruction Tank, Long, I didn't expect you were all sent to the country by the Bishop." Suddenly, a sentence came out of Father Gammarelli's mouth.

His words are Latin, proficient and difficult to understand.

But the man who was called the Night Fox Rowling was naturally the strange Italian woman with superb short hair, while the man who was called the Destruction Tank was the man named (Long) on ​​the left.
Chapter completed!