He looked at O'Neal with contempt, "Dear, how old are you? Do you think you are still a kindergarten child? He even complained, it's really, is it embarrassing to lose it."

And we don’t make false accusations, witches? How many times have we said, we are doctors! We are not witches, not witches, not witches! We say important things three times, don’t forget them again! Otherwise... Jian’er’s eyes are gloomy, and by the way, we still have some interesting gadgets on our hands that have not yet found a human body tester. Since you have been accustomed to being a familiar person, those who are familiar with it will definitely not mind being a person again, right (O’Neal: I mind quite a bit!).

"Cough," Jian'er coughed lightly, "I think I need to remind you that this slander is legally responsible. When did we frame you?"

And what about the adult O'Neal's mouth? He looked at O'Neal, then looked at Jane again, hesitated for a moment, and asked O'Neal: "Are you sure?"

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his subordinates, but that if the person O’Neal corrected was the despicable vampire (Moore in the gun: Don’t you think this word is more suitable to describe yourself?) He still believes a little bit, after all, these vampires have always been cunning and despicable, but if it were the little girl in front of him, he really couldn’t believe it.

A powerful combat priest who came out of the holy land of Vatican was actually made into a weak and uninhibited appearance by a little girl who looked weak. This is unlikely.

"Of course, sir, I have become like this now and it's all caused by that little girl. You must make the decision for me~" O'Neal looked sad and angry.

"I am Rossi, a white-clothed combat priest in the Vatican." Although he was still suspicious, due to the principle of turning his elbow in, this adult, oh, that is, Mr. Rossi, a white-clothed combat priest, still chose to firmly defend his family. "Can you admit guilt for Pastor O'Neill's accusation?"

Hearing the words of the white-clothed combat priest Rosie, Jian'er raised her eyebrows and looked dissatisfied. Well, he thought he was a soft persimmon, and he asked himself whether he would admit his guilt without asking the reason or the process.

Enfess, I admit your sister's sin! Even if you confess, it should be that guy O'Neal who confessed himself, right? He covets the high-efficiency medicine he prepared, and then falsely accuses others. Such a guy is actually a priest? There is also this white-clothed combat priest Rosie, this white-clothed combat priest, you, the white-clothed combat priest, are you, the white-clothed combat priest, and you, or are the so-called priests from the Vatican who do not distinguish between good and evil. As long as it is beneficial to them, they will put out a shameless expression that is thicker than the city wall.

"Are you sure you are a white-clothed combat priest and not a judge?" Jian'er's lips were full of sarcasm.

"What do you mean?" Rosie, a white-clothed combat priest, looked at Jian'er fiercely. You know, as a white-clothed combat priest, is Jian'er questioning his identity?

"Fortunately you are a pastor. According to your current behavior, if you really are a judge, you will not know how many unjust, false and wrong cases will occur under your hands." Jian'er was not polite in her words. Please forgive her. She was really not polite in the face of the same person. Look at his virtue, the eldest, the second, and the third, and it makes people want to beat him.

"Damn the pagan, you actually dare to insult the great white-clothed combat priest..." Rosie, the white-clothed combat priest, had no time to speak, but O'Neal jumped out, showing a deep revenge.

"Those who insult others will always insult you! This is what you asked for." Jian'er answered without hesitation.

"Sir, you see that she not only stole the holy medicine of our Holy See, but then made me like this, but she still insulted you now! She is so sinful that she cannot forgive..." O'Neal said so much that she was spitting.

"Shut up, steal medicine, steal medicine, steal medicine! Which eye of yours saw me stealing the shitty holy medicine from your Holy See!?" This time, Jian'er no longer tolerated it. A witch on the left and a thief on the right was about to ride on her head. If she tolerated her tone, she might become a ninja turtle.

"A lost cake and sheep, hand over the holy medicine from the Holy See, and then disobey God again." It seems that the magical medicine is in the hands of this little girl. Rosie's eyes lit up, and a burning light flashed in her eyes, and then it was quickly hidden under that "sacred" face. He cared more about where those magical medicines were than to make decisions for O'Neal.

Haha, Jian'er almost didn't feel happy. These people from the Holy See are really tacit understanding. Look, even the tone is the same. Should she say that these people failed the Chinese language? Or is their shamelessness reaching a high degree of harmony and unity?

"There are also prescriptions, and the prescriptions must be returned to my Holy See. As for the medicines you made with our prescriptions, you must confiscate them!" O'Neal added anxiously.

What? Prescription? There is actually a prescription for that magical medicine? And according to O'Neill's statement, could the medicine be made with the current conditions of heaven and earth? At this time, the white-clothed combat priest Rossi's eyes were no longer just described as hot.

Why can he not know this fact? It has always been the patent of those mysterious Eastern practitioners. In fact, in the wars between the East and the West, the Western practice worlds were also coveting the relationship between the East and the East. Moreover, they did grab some things they wanted from the East, but some things were not something you could use, and there were also prescriptions in the Vatican treasure room that made them regarded as "the book of heaven". Even if some prescriptions were interpreted, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was lost because of human uncontrollable demands and destruction of the earth, and the extinction of the spiritual plants in the prescriptions became useless.

Now at first glance, this magical drug has a prescription, especially the medicinal materials required for this prescription are worthy of by ordinary people. What does that mean? It means that the medicinal materials required for this prescription must be existing. As long as the Holy See will be able to obtain this prescription, it means that such a magical drug will be produced continuously; it means that they can show "miracles" with their miraculous effects to reshape the prestige of the Holy See.
Chapter completed!