Be a God Inquisitor from Scratch

Chapter 321

Qing Xiao grabbed the armrest: "Wait, Irene, what are you doing?"

The little nun said angrily: "As you said, on the battlefield, sometimes one's wishes are not worthy of respect, especially when it involves his life."

The judge: "......???!" Okay, this little girl can already use her words as an excuse.

"So." Irene said loudly while pushing the wheelchair back, "I don't want to be bombed into 1 Master Qingxiao, so I can only push you back!"

The judges were amused by the metaphor of '1 dawns'.

"Hey, what's going on, don't worry, Irene."

"How can you not be in a hurry! That tank is almost coming!"

"It's okay it's okay."

Irene said angrily: "Please pay attention to your own life a little bit! I am very worried about you!"

Qing Xiao felt that she couldn't explain the situation clearly now, but she couldn't say anything directly, especially since the little girl was obviously worried about her safety, so if she blamed her, it would be too harsh.

Therefore, the god judge could only shout to San Riyue: "Grandpa! Come and save me!"

The originally elegant sword god immediately showed a helpless expression when he heard this title. This title is because when he failed to extricate himself from those memories, he had an inexplicable situation called "retirement illusion" by the judges. His nickname.

Although the god judge plausibly said that this is a very kind name, but now he no longer thinks that he is an old sword god, but only thinks this name is full of ridicule.

He sighed, and said to the nun who was only a few meters away: "Miss, can I trouble you to stop?"

At this time, Irene was wondering if she had misheard the address just now, Grandpa?Is it the grandpa she thought of?The little nun looked at the speaking sword god with a puzzled expression.

So, is this person the grandfather of Master Qing Xiao?

Sanriyue said gently: "Please believe that I can deal with such an enemy."

The nun was not familiar with the existence of the Sword God, so after such a misunderstanding, her thoughts fell into another layer of confusion.

It turned out that this is Master Qing Xiao's elder, that's why he sat here with such a sense of security, and it wasn't that she despised her own life as she thought.

It turns out that she who has been yelling is the one who can't recognize the situation.

Thinking of this, little Irene was full of shame, and she immediately bowed to San Riyue.

"Sorry, old man, you look really young, please forgive my rudeness just now."

Sanriyue Zongjin: "........."

Qing Xiao laughed out loud, then covered her face and shoulders and shook her shoulders, trying not to let Irene see her smile.

Hahahahaha, little Irene is too much fun, is that okay?

Sword God tried his best not to show his emotions so obviously, he smiled and said: "You misunderstood, I am not..."

It's a pity that the enemy didn't intend to give them time to resolve the misunderstanding.

'boom----! ! ! '

A huge cannon sounded, and at the same time the fireworks illuminated the mid-air, and then a cannonball hit this place.

Irene trembled in fright and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, but her eyes were full of horror, staring at the place where the fireworks had just been lit, the black barrel.

"Big, my lord..." "Shh, don't talk."

Sanriyue looked forward coldly, holding the handle of the knife.

In the dark night, a new moon rises.

Together with the bright moon in the sky, the moonlight is brighter, and the ground is as bright as day for a while.

Irene stared blankly at the crooked moon not far above her head, the silvery moonlight shone on her face like a veil.

In the moonlight, the artillery fire, the enemy troops, worries, and fears all disappeared from her mind. This night has never been so peaceful.

At this time, several figures from the woods came out.

Yaken Toshiro looked at the bright moon with a delicate mood, and then he shook his head, shaking that complicated mood out of his mind.

Dagger understands that if he feels resentment every time he sees his companions using their strength, then he may become completely unrecognizable because of these jealousies in a short time.

If he is not good enough, he can just work hard on his own. To hate his teammates is something a commander should not do anyway.

Thinking of this, Yao Yan led the other sword gods and quickly approached the army that was attacking the general.

"Papa papa." Qing Xiao applauded and praised Sanriyue.

"Grandpa, the moon is getting stronger and stronger, can you even stop the shells?"

"It's just some ordinary firearms, not worth mentioning."

Irene regained her senses from the moonlight and stared blankly at the scene in front of her. She didn't have the 1 Qingxiao adults she thought. She touched her chest, and she didn't become the 1 Irene.

There are no holes in the ground, and there is no smell of gunpowder in the air, so... what about the shell?

Thinking of this, the little nun said seriously to Qing Xiao: "My lord, I'm afraid it's a squib, you must not take it lightly."

"Well, that is indeed a squib." The interrogator responded to her pretending to be serious, and kept touching something in his hand.

Irene took a closer look, and it turned out that she was holding a cylindrical shell.

She just showed a terrified expression, Qing Xiao had already said in time: "Don't scream!"

Irene covered her mouth with her right hand in time, and pointed at the 'gadget' in the girl's arms with a trembling hand.

The judge said: "It won't explode anymore, it's just a small toy."

San Riyue heard the words: "It's useless to keep it, why don't you play with it."

The nun felt that there might be a big problem with the two people in front of her, and what broke her most was that she was inexplicably infected by their tone, and felt that there was actually no big problem with this thing.

Big problem, okay? !That was a bomb!That thing will kill!

In the disaster three years ago, Irene personally presided over the funeral for a hapless guy who was blasted to pieces. Since then, in her eyes, weapons of war have been linked to death.

The judge said softly: "Be good, be good, don't be afraid, the enemy is gone."

Erin: "Huh?"

"Look over there."

Only then did the nun remember to look in the direction the enemy was attacking, but she saw a scene that made her life difficult for me.

I saw that the tank was cut in half, and the situation inside was very clear, and the Sword God, who could do this with just a knife, kicked out the people inside.

The commander in uniform turned his head and said angrily, "I'm a prisoner of war. According to the agreement, you can't kill me. I'm a man with a title."

Tsurumaru squatted on the gun barrel, his golden eyes looked at this vile man with interest.

The commander was stared at by him, and remembered what happened to the tank he had just stepped out of. He shuddered and didn't dare to say anything, but emphasized again, "You can't kill me."

"It seems that I snatched your head." Tsurumaru laughed and said to Saya Zuowen who came.

"Thank you." The dagger put the knife back into its sheath, nodded to him, mentioned the commander, and walked towards the god judge.

In fact, this army surrendered faster than the sword gods imagined, especially after the commander was caught, the soldiers put down their weapons with little resistance.

A night raid ended in farce.

Rome.

Arnold handed over a letter with a cold expression. Spedo took the envelope, opened it, and saw the contents of the letter. He was surprised at first, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

After reading the entire letter, he stared at the words inside and thought for a while, before deciding to hide the news for the time being.

Now the negotiations between Vongola and the Italian royal family are not going well. The series of privileges that Giotto requested to be abolished are no less than his life for the king.

Although he is now likely to die because he refuses to negotiate, it does not mean that he is willing to give up wealth or rights indefinitely.

It has been a week since Vengley entered Rome.

The negotiation is still in the stage of quarreling, and it is far away from the provision.

Spedo does not want the content of this letter to interfere with the negotiation. Although he has accepted the outcome of the negotiation, he does not want Pengelie to give up more interests because of this matter.

With Giotto's character, it is very likely that he will regress in many controversial parts, just to rush back earlier.

Arnold had left, and Spedo put the envelope away.

Bang—the door opened.

The blond leader walked into the office with an angry look on his face, followed by G.

Giotto complained to his left and right hands: "I don't understand G, why they still want to grab those things at this moment, don't they understand that those are not theirs, those are obviously the things of the Sicilian people themselves. "

The red-haired young man shook his head and said, "Of course they are, this is the nobleman."

At this moment, another voice intervened.

"Of course they knew, not only did he know who those belonged to, but also how much effort the people had put in to achieve their aspirations."

The young man showed a sarcasm smile: "As a country's elite, they set just right taxes and fees, neither let the sheep be enslaved to death by them, nor make them too comfortable, and have to produce wool, meat and milk for them all the time, That's just right."

"Why don't they understand like this, but what does that have to do with them? The voices of the lower levels are too weak, and they will never hear them, and even ignore them."

Spedo said coldly: "If there is no Vengley and Sicily becomes hell in time, as long as the taxes and fees are the same as before, then they can also treat it as if there is no such place in the world."

Hearing this, G frowned: "Aren't you a nobleman?" He couldn't understand talking about his family and elders like this.

Spedo calmly said: "It is precisely because I am a nobleman that I can see more clearly than you. Giotto, you must not have any trust in them. Your backward negotiation is not only a favor to them, Even insulting, just because you are a poor boy from Sicily."

The author has something to say: Chicken Diary

The bird was walking around on the bed. I was playing with my mobile phone, but it was so cute to watch the bird walking around. I grabbed it when I was not prepared and smoked it...After inhaling it, I confirmed it. It smells like chicken.

感谢在2020-06-2603:56:11~2020-06-2623:15:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 non-fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!