Archfiend Chapter 553: : Celebration (1)

The two were very close. They had known each other for three months, but they had never had a face-to-face conversation like this. Angel's breath flicked on Xu Yangyi's face like an orchid. It seemed that those wild grasses invaded from his hard armor shell little by little and spread all over the body.

Xu Yangyi felt his heartbeat speed up.

This is not a good phenomenon. It means that he is not unimpressed with this woman.

Actually, he has nothing to fault with his looks, body, and family background. And...

He also doesn't like going around in circles, having a reckless character, and his appetite.

But.

He, there are so many things left unfinished.

For example...The Tower of Babel.

Another example, his ancestors.

As soon as the weeds in his heart grew, he forced himself to suppress it. I want to say that it's impossible. But speaking out, it inexplicably becomes: whatever you want.

Damn it! I obviously didn't want to say that!

"Then, don't you **** loving breakfast?" Angel did not lean against him like the previous few times, but with a rare vibe in her smile, set the tableware: "I can make it for an hour It."

"On this one thing, you did it for an hour?" Xu Yangyi still regretting why he said that just now, couldn't help but say something.

Perhaps the carapace of the whole body is still heavy, but...it seems like a small gap has appeared somewhere.

"You don't know, this creamy matsutake soup is very troublesome, I'll tell you..." Angel said eloquently, with high spirits, Xu Yangyi found that he was not impatient at all, he wanted to find out. After several failures, simply let it develop.

Three hours passed so fast, even when he noticed that a meal had been eaten for three hours, he was a little surprised. How quickly did the time pass?

Huh? Didn’t you say it’s over? How do you cut the feeling of being messy?

Just finished eating. Angel put away the tableware, got up and left, like a petal floating by, taking away a little bit of Qingxin. But when I went out, I turned my head and said: "Tomorrow, try something else?"

Xu Yangyi hesitated for a moment, and said in deep thought: "Not for now..."

"That's it." Before he could finish, Angel walked out the door leisurely humming a tune.

Xu Yangyi sighed, took out the scales and looked at it. However, in less than thirty minutes, the knock on the door sounded again.

"In."

An early marquis, wearing a black priestly robe, followed by four or five earl-age priests, can almost be described as trembling, and walked in step by step.

"May the glory of the Lord shine on you forever, Honorable X." The leading middle-aged man knelt on the ground as soon as he entered the door. The black clergy robe spread out like black roses, and his voice was frightened: "I, Father Mu Luo, on behalf of His Excellency Lawrence, invited Mr. X to St. John’s Cathedral."

Behind him, all the earl-age monks did not dare to take a mouthful, and all knelt to the ground. However, their eyes tried their best to look at this legendary great spiritualist through the corner of light.

As a great spiritualist, kill the famous Savidien VII in Europe and America-they understand why Muro gave such a great gift. Facing this kind of existence, ordinary marquis is nothing. When other priests in the church knew that they had invited x, how many people were so envious that they wanted to change positions with them. Everyone wanted to see what x himself, the strongest great spiritualist ever, was like.

Xu Yangyi didn't answer. With a wave of his finger, hundreds of invitations lined up in mid-empty, and said lightly: "What about these things?"

"Please rest assured, Lord X." Muro fell lower: "Everyone is celebrating Mr. X at St. John's Cathedral today."

Xu Yangyi smiled: "It's really blocked."

"...just for the sake of your x. I don’t want to trouble your x here, and the place here is too small."

Xu Yangyi nodded and stood up: "Go out, wait for me outside, and leave in 20 minutes."

The group soon arrived at the entrance of St. John's Cathedral. Today is not a Sunday, and the church is still closed. At this moment, I don't know how many people are standing there.

In the parking space not far from the church, there are usually not many cars in sight. Today, Rolls Royce, Phantom, and Maserati occupy almost all the lanes, just as Xu Yangyi stepped off the taxi. At that time, the door suddenly became noisy.

The monks will also relax, fly by themselves every day, aren't they tired?

And it's not forced.

Now that we have been merging with mortals for so long, a luxury car, a top-notch flying weapon—not fast, but high cost, is the standard equipment of almost all first-class families.

"Mr. X, it's really an honour." Just as Xu Yangyi walked by, an old man with white hair came over with a big smile, and the few carats of diamond ring in his hand was dazzling and passionate. Holding Xu Yangyi's hand incomparably: "The holy war is so exciting, I feel thrilling when I watched it on stage. Mr. X is able to win the top three with the Great Spiritist, I really admire it!"

"That is." An elderly woman walked over with a smile, and shook hands in a polite manner: "No one thought of it, and at the same time marveled at Mr. X's strength. But I was even more surprised, Mr. X The potential of the great psychic, the late Marquis, oh... it can’t be described by genius."

Congratulations all the way, Xu Yangyi's face is almost numb. These are first-class families, and the real top families are all at the door.

Finally came to the door, a dwarf about his waist, with a braided beard, holding his hand with a barbell-like laugh: "Mr. X, fortunately meeting, after the Holy War For a few days, I miss Mr. X almost every day. I am so happy to see it here."

"Mr. X." A woman who looked like her in her thirties smiled and said: "I am Stiriko of the Siren family. It is an honor to meet you."

Various greetings were endless, and it took more than half an hour for Xu Yangyi to enter St. John’s Cathedral. At this moment, the voice of greeting is different.

"Mr. X." The previous dwarf walked beside him with a mellow smile: "In your late Marquis, it is not long before you hit the Duke's realm. I don't know if the supplies are ready?"

"No." Xu Yangyi told the truth, he also guessed a lot about the other party's intentions.

"Hehe, if the archeologists don’t dislike it, the dwarves have an excellent aura ore—I mean the one that has never been mined. You know, it takes infinite auras to hit the archduke, and every There is a spiritual cave in every spirit stone mine. Anyone who impacts the archduke will choose the spiritual cave."

"Oh?"

"Haha, if Mr. X is willing, why don't we talk about it later?" The dwarf smiled and said, Xu Yangyi nodded—the pressure on the opponent's body was very obvious, half-step Grand Duke.

"What about the conditions?"

"Hahaha, it’s too vulgar to deal with the Great Spiritualist. However, if Mr. X is willing, we are very happy to talk to Mr. X about your annual sales channels for the Holy Medicine. You know, Dwarf minerals circulate all over the world. We have connections with at least five princes’ companies in your country. There are more than six top families. Please trust the sales channels of dwarves."

"However, it is only a sales channel for minerals." A strong male voice came from behind, and a thin, gray-haired man came over and raised his glass politely: "We are all in the Corvinus family. Haven't talked with Mr. X yet, the dwarves are like a chef on their behalf?"

The dwarf almost jumped up-although he jumped up as high as he didn't jump: "Hey! Little White Wolf, no matter who Mr. X gives to sell, there is a task he must complete every year. You already have It’s a big deal! Do you want to take sales too?!"

"No one would think that there is too much money. The Covinus family has a big family and there are many people to support."

Xu Yangyi felt a headache, and suddenly he missed that cheap dog.

This kind of work...I think the other party will like it very much...

80% of the people who greet him here are for the holy medicine in his hand, and among them there are enrollment quotas for the next quarter. I don't have to go to see them one by one, I see too many people who offend them.

He was walking comfortably in the hall with a wine glass. Many people nodded to him when they saw him ~IndoMTL.com~-it was the Marquis. As for the earl, those handsome or beautiful red men and green women can only hide behind the marquis elders and look admiringly at the tall figure.

"That's the strongest spiritualist in history..." "Yes! I begged the elders to bring me here." "I can't imagine that he has only cultivated for a hundred years, how could he be so strong? The strength and knowledge of the Great Spiritist!" "Oh? Are you questioning Your Excellency X? Please pay attention to your words." "Nonsense! I just sigh!"

The light music rang, Xu Yangyi walked aimlessly, and suddenly, he saw a person.

With a flattering expression on his face, holding a glass of red wine, he wanted to approach but didn't dare to approach.

Old Paine of the Tricis family.

"Old Paen." Xu Yangyi smiled and shook the glass: "Why, what else are you hiding when you see me?"

In the hall, the Marquis has such a keen sense of hearing, many of them suddenly swept over, faintly and quietly.

Xu Yangyi entered the hall and didn't say hello to anyone. No one blamed it. The Great Spiritist was too difficult to get out. This is the majesty that the other party should enjoy. This is the first time he greeted others.

"Your Excellency X..." The expression on Old Paen's face was extremely complicated, flattered, like a man on his back, and unspeakably worried.

Just a few months ago, this person still walked out of the gathering point, and when he knew that the other party was a great spiritualist, he almost jumped up.

But, who would have thought, this is just the beginning.

Participate in the holy war, pass five levels and cut six generals, and win the top three along the way. This makes him countless times more fearful than the Great Spiritist!

He felt that Xu Yangyi was very strong at the beginning, but he never thought that the other party was so strong! So that every time he remembered that he had worked with each other, it was a nightmare again and again.