Ma Shangfeng nodded, feeling that what his senior brother, the Divine General in Silver Armor, was saying was reasonable.

But he was indeed very hungry.

Could it be that he has just become a god and is still not used to it?

My poor brain thought back and forth.

Xiaohui, who had steeled himself and finished fooling his junior brother, secretly took a deep breath and lifted up his empty stomach to relieve his hunger.

Suddenly, a scent of fragrance came into my nose.

The chapped lips that were originally dry due to not eating for a long time become moist, similar to looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst. The fragrance stimulates the production of saliva and moistens it.

Xiao Hui lay on the ground and crawled towards the source of the scent little by little. Ma Shangfeng, who had been lying down to save energy, also slowly sat up, his face full of disbelief.

Not long after.

The door opens.

A bowl of chicken drumstick rice and a bowl of chicken drumstick noodles come into view.

"Little brother, you are very hungry, go and eat quickly." The priest said with a kind smile.

Beside him, the monk echoed: "Don't be afraid, the chicken drumstick rice and chicken drumstick noodles are very fragrant, try them."

Unfortunately, Xiaohui came from ancient times and had never seen anyone dressed like this before. He was very wary and directly pulled the dinner plate into the room.

Immediately, the door closed.

Suck...suck...

First, have a bowl of noodles to moisten your stomach.

Looking at his senior brother sitting across from him, holding a noodle bowl in one hand and a big chicken drumstick in the other, Ma Shangfeng felt even more painful in his stomach. He opened his chapped lips and said pitifully:

"Senior brother, do you know why you are so short? It's because you eat alone."

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for respect for his fellow disciples, he would have reached out and grabbed it.

Right now, I can only reason with my senior brother and let him take pity on me.

What's more, the two weirdos outside prepared two bowls of food, obviously wanting them to share it equally.

After eating more than half of the bowl of noodles, Xiaohui became energetic again, swallowed the chicken leg meat in a hurry, and took the time to say perfunctorily: "Didn't I tell you? God smells it, senior brother, I'm a little aggrieved, come on, let you smell it.

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A plump chicken leg with crispy skin and slightly yellow body came to Ma Shangfeng's eyes.

Shake left... shake right...

Swinging up...swaying down...

Ma Shangfeng kept sniffing, but he was not a god at all. How could he feel full just by smelling it?

Subconsciously, open your mouth and chew.

It's a pity that it came to nothing.

"Are you full?"

At this moment, Xiaohui had stuffed the chicken drumstick back into his mouth, completely unaware that his behavior of eating alone was extremely excessive.

Ma Shangfeng was not angry, but he felt more and more that it was better to be a good person and longed for something to eat.

Ever since, the two began to fight for the chicken legs and leftovers...

Out of the friendship between his teachers, Ma Shangfeng was not willing to be harsh, so he couldn't eat anything. Two big chicken legs, a bowl of noodles, and a bowl of rice all went into Xiaohui's stomach.

He huddled in the corner, feeling sad.

He sacrificed his life to kill the Fuso Ghost King, but as a result, the mysterious gate of heaven and earth opened wide, and he was transported to an unknown and strange place, with an uncertain future.

Senior brother still treats me like this!

"I thought that when I was alive, I was a high-ranking military attaché and never enjoyed any splendor and wealth. But when I arrived in another world, I was starved to death..."

Sadness welled up in my heart.

Another area.

Dasha, who was originally watching with Kim McGee, suddenly started crying.

This time, Kim McGee was frightened.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"What happened? Tell senior brother quickly."

Although Dasha is the oldest, he was the latest to get started, so he is the junior brother.

As the second senior brother, Jin McGee actually took good care of him, and he had never seen Dasha cry like this.

What big trouble happened?

A feeling of tension spread throughout my body.

After all, Dasha has always shown a very tough image. Even when he was seriously injured by Billy at Jiuju Station last time and was dripping with blood, he did not cry...

"I don't know, I suddenly felt bullied." Dasha wiped his nose with a tissue and said aggrievedly: "I really want to eat."

"Didn't you just have breakfast an hour ago? Half a bucket of seafood porridge, plus ten soup dumplings."

Having said this, Jin McGee seemed to have thought of something and frowned:

"Isn't it because of the influence of that golden-armored god general?"

"That's right!" Dasha wiped away his tears and cursed: "You look so intimidating, but you can still be bullied. It's really useless!"

After finding the culprit Dasha, the harder he scolds him, the more helpless he feels.

It's over.

This time it’s so embarrassing!

While performing an important task, I burst into tears in front of my second senior brother. The image of a tough guy that I had finally built was ruined.

By the way, the second senior brother also told the boss about the matter.

"Inductive communication?"

"Ji Zai, try to get Dasha to concentrate and see if you can get in touch with the golden armored general in his dream."

Meng Fan's voice came from the intercom.

"Okay, I'll let him try."

the other side.

After understanding the situation and getting a reply, Meng Fan continued to work. He found a new clue, and the source of the information turned out to be within the police force.

A member of the anti-gangster group named Huang Yishan reported to the ghost catching team that he had been having very strange dreams recently——

Wearing silver armor and fighting against a strange man with a flag behind his back.

Especially at four or five o'clock in the morning this morning, the dream became extremely real. Huang Yishan was so shocked that he was confused and rushed to the hospital, but the doctor could not find the cause of the disease at all.

At this time, the young police officer thought of the recently established ghost-catching unit and immediately reported the supernatural incident.

In this regard, Chief Inspector Meng took the following measures:

Check in person.

Now, the sports car is parked on a nearby street, and colleagues from the headquarters will bring the person over as soon as possible.

Compared with the inefficient investigation by the police, which was carried out with a hammer and a stick in the west, the Japanese were extremely fast.

【House of the Lord】

A black car without a license plate was parked in front of the church.

In the driver's seat, a Japanese driver employed by the consulate had a sneer on his face. He noticed the peaceful atmosphere and sacred power emanating from it, but he didn't panic at all.

Beside his body, there is a samurai sword enshrined.

It is responsible for guiding the way.

In the back seat, two men with expressionless faces, like puppets, were sitting. Each of them was carrying a black bag filled with filthy things——

Plasma bag.

Some come from promiscuous AIDS patients, some come from syphilis patients, and are also mixed with the feces of various creatures and black dog blood.

sacred?

No, it will be bad luck right away.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of the car door closing sounded.

Two men in black clothes walked side by side into the church in the back seat, their limbs stiff and their expressions cold.

At this moment, the priest was eating, and there was only one monk in the prayer hall, busy cleaning.

When he saw two men walking over quickly, he didn't take it to heart.

He probably did something wrong and wanted to repent before the cross and ask God for forgiveness...

Thinking of this, the monk lowered his head and continued to mop the floor carefully until a foul smell came from the front.

The Holy Cross has been defiled.

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Chapter completed!