Wang Xiaofeng was still thinking about the dialectical relationship between light and shadow, but Yat stopped, causing Wang Xiaofeng, who was distracted to run into it.

I saw Bishop Brand, who should be his immediate boss twice, and the situation was so different when I saw it. Last time Brand opened a PARTY in the main hall of the cathedral, and this time I slept soundly in the dark prison.

"He can really sleep." Wang Xiaofeng laughed, looking at the clean and watery iron house, Brand was sleeping on the wall of the small bed in gray clothes, and he slept quite soundly. The accommodation conditions here were very good, which was a certain difference from the prison he remembered.

"I was knocked unconscious, the posture I made." Yat snorted coldly, making a comrade swallow. The highlight of the relationship is your old man. He directly knocked unconscious and put on this posture, which is indeed very particular.

Wang Xiaofeng remembered what the old man said just now and asked, "Do you want to kill him?"

"I just said anger just now. Whether to kill him or not, I also need the orders given by Pope Ni." Yat snorted, "I know you always have some tricks. I want to pry open his mouth and let him confess the sins he has committed over the years. There are many people in the Holy See who want to save his life, and Pope Nishi is also thinking about his former love and is still hesitating."

"This is easy to deal with. Prepare a tiger bench, chili water, soldering iron, and whip! If not, then find me a cucumber!" Wang Xiaofeng looked at the strange look that the old man cast, "Uh, can he torture him severely? Or is it a fatigue interrogation?"

"Of course not. Even if you are locked up here, you have committed a huge crime. Before the formal verdict is released, no one can deliberately beat him and hurt his body and mind." Yat sighed, otherwise he would have used you boy. "It was a temporary mistake to knock him out just now, not my intention."

Wang Xiaofeng curled his lips and signaled the old man to open the door for him, "Find a way to write down our conversation, then prepare a basin of cold water for me, and then drag him into a cell that is different from this."

"No problem," Yat clapped his hands, and two light warriors in gray armor walked in around the corner with bare hands, opened the door of the cell, and lifted Brad out like a sack. Yat asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Put it."

Wow—Bland was so excited that he rolled off the bed board. The fall and poured it made Brand finally wake up a little, and struggled to sit up and look around. Where is this?

"Birthday Brand, come and sit here. Yagge brought me the wine and delicacies of Emerald City."

"It's you!" Brand spat in hatred, stood up tremblingly on the ground, and slowly walked to the low table with his alert eyes, sitting cross-legged.

The wine and food on the table were much better than the working meal or the lunch box in the prison, but Brand did not put down the chopsticks, but just stared at Wang Xiaofeng, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly.

"Eat it, it's not poisonous," Wang Xiaofeng drank and made it himself, while Huo Sier stood behind Brand. Wang Xiaofeng picked up a dish for Brand and smiled and said, "I guess you must hate me so much that you hate me. Every day I want to peel and get cramps to serve as a warning to you."

"Hmph!" Brand sneered a few times, picked up the chopsticks and took a small bite gracefully, "Hate you? You are not qualified enough. When I go out here, you will understand what the old man's anger is."

"Don't, you're too weak. You're doing this and that every day. I can't bear the anger." Wang Xiaofeng touched the tip of his nose, and the more he said it, he became more and more disgusting. He went straight to the point. "Huo Sier, go out."

"Yes!" Huo Sier responded respectfully, then opened the iron door beside him, but he seemed to have not closed the door tightly, revealing a gap. The breeze blew, and the door slowly opened, making Brand look stunned at the dim corridor.

Wang Xiaofeng's fingers hit the low table, which made Brand stunned for a while before saying, "Boss, why would you hate me? If I hadn't stopped that old guy that day, you would probably have been wandering between hell and heaven now. Your soul gradually faded away, and your body turned into evil undead or pure powder."

"What the hell do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I want to make a deal for you." Wang Xiaofeng smiled coldly, "Help me become the high priest of Emerald City Church, I can settle the pressure on you that old guy."

Bishop Brand frowned, and looked at the confidence and calmness on Wang Xiaofeng's face, but he began to think carefully.

Thinking about how possible this matter is, and also thinking about Wang Xiaofeng's real purpose. But after thinking about it, he did not find the possibility that Wang Xiaofeng would lie to him. As far as he knew, this young man was just a priest in a church, and it was normal to climb up. "The saints are all unreasonable and unkind bastards. How can you guarantee that he will not pursue it anymore?"

"Then how can you guarantee that I will become the high priest of the church? This matter seems to be decided by the arbitration institute and must be reported to the Pope."

"Hmph, what's the problem with a mere high priest? If you want to become the bishop of the Phoenix Cathedral in twenty years, I can pass the throne directly to you." Brand's face was filled with a confident smile, and there was a little disdain in this smile.

Wang Xiaofeng was shocked at that time. Of course, he only put on a slightly shocked expression, as if his heart was moved, and then he frowned and thought.

Brand naturally looked down on him in his heart. After all, he was just a little priest who had never seen the world. He could scare him in just a few words without any pressure. He would have been careless in the hands of such a boy with a short hair, which was ridiculous.

"Bird, it's not that I don't believe you," Wang Xiaofeng said in a low voice, "but this is just too surprising. I believe that your position as a bishop can help me to the high priest. But twenty years later..."

"Since you don't believe it, there is no need to talk more. Help me withstand the pressure of the saints, and I can walk out here by myself. At that time, the position of the high priest was no problem at all."

"There is no limit to empty words." Wang Xiaofeng's eyes were burning, while Brand's face was cold.

"The position of the high priest was discussed by the eight arbitrators, and finally reported to the Pope," Brand sneered repeatedly. "The Pope has never asked about it at all. As long as there is a nomination, you can pass it. Do you think my tricks are learned there? Why didn't the Pope kill me? He was just afraid that I would stigmatize him."

Wang Xiaofeng's heart thrust, so explosive, there was actually that tall figure. Thinking about the scenes that were staged in the magnificent and majestic temple, Wang Xiaofeng had the urge to open the star-bright divine eyes...

"To tell you the truth, even if you don't help me, I can still walk out here safely. When ** didn't kill me, I accept your love, but I also remember your hatred. But as long as you are willing to help me..."

"Okay, I'll help you." Wang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, then sighed, and took a sip of wine with some excitement.

"Young man, don't be so depressed. Follow me in the future and I'll let you taste what a woman really tastes like."

Wang Xiaofeng's face turned red, but his eyes were lit up. "What does it taste like? I actually did it, but it didn't feel that it tasted much."

"What's that?" Brand smiled complacently, "Have you ever tried to put a woman to the top and strangle her to death with your own hands? Have you ever tried the stimulation of biting her blood vessels? Have you ever seen a woman's delicate body cut by a knife? The tender slices of meat, chewing in her mouth, have you felt a different taste..."

Wang Xiaofeng was energetic and ran to the door to close the iron door. He ran back with a blushing face, "You said..."

"Haha, let's open your eyes today. Do you know, if you didn't suddenly break in that day, one of those women would have to suffocate to death at the happiest time, and then put it in the oil pan and fry it..."

A quarter of an hour passed, half an hour passed, and Wang Xiaofeng's stomach was a little rolling, but his pale face could not hide the shiny eyes. The old guy became more and more excited and directly found the old accounts for twenty years. There were no less than three or four hundred women who died in his hands over the years, and they were all ruined by various tricks, with no repetition.

Finally, when the human brain tasted, the iron wall next to it suddenly exploded, and Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but slam the corner and started to retching, and goose bumps all over his body swept all over the floor.
Chapter completed!