I'm really a crispy French

Chapter 6

Leon is full...

This is the new fighting method developed by Leon. Apart from the head, every drop of his flesh and blood has strong activity and phagocytosis.But when it is scattered, it will not produce more consciousness, and there is still only one self.

When he saw the mouse's chest was opened, Leon was not sure whether the acid magic bullet of the mage goblin would also cause harm to himself.In fact, he really wanted to try, but in the end he gave up trying to die. Instead, he killed the magic goblin first—looking at the situation in this world, there was no shortage of opportunities to die.

Um?A goblin ran to the stream?

Having regained his body, Leon sat on a tree branch and played with the bird's nest. Instead of eating the last few goblins, he let the flesh butterflies continue to chase after them.

The goblins in a panic also saw the stream, and they wanted to turn around, but behind them were blood butterflies overwhelming.The goblins screamed in despair and rushed into the stream.

The stream was actually very shallow, and it took only a dozen steps for Leon's short legs to cross it.The goblins were similar, but after only three or four steps, the goblins stopped and began to struggle.They act as if they are not stepping on a gentle stream, but a swamp that sucks people in.

Those gentle currents didn't just make it difficult for them to move an inch. After a few seconds, the water began to surge up the goblin's body. In just a few seconds, the goblin was wrapped in transparent water.

The goblins opened their mouths due to suffocation, but only spit out a few bubbles, their bodies melted quickly, and when the heart melted, it was even beating.

The water bubbles that wrapped the goblin were still clear, and they all shattered with a snap, returning to the clear and flowing stream.

It feels a bit like me, everyone is a predator.

So, I wasn't hurt before because I was by the stream all the time and didn't step in?No, it looks like I remember stepping on it.

However, as I thought just now, the chance to die has come...

The flesh and blood butterflies who drove the goblin all the way gathered together and turned into another Leon without a head. He walked all the way into the stream and stopped...

The stream seemed to flow innocently, just like normal water.

"Is this also racist?" Leon squatted down, and the running water that he held in his hands flowed back into the water from between his fingers.He turned into a headless goblin, still unresponsive.Add the head, no response X3.

The achievement of pretending to be dead failed to be achieved, this seemed like the water of water, and made up his mind to pretend to be dead.Leon couldn't be sure whether it was full or afraid of him, so he turned his avatar back into a butterfly and flew back, followed the guidance of the little snake he had placed in the woods, and returned to the big tree.

Ten days later, Hillside Village, John Blacksmith's shop.

Big John is a violent and rude man, but he is rich and can at least rank in the top ten in the hillside village. Even if he has lost two wives, he can still marry the beautiful wife Phoebe who is only 34 years old at the age of 15.After the day he nearly killed Phoebe, no one in the village, including Phoebe's parents, blamed Big John.On the contrary, they looked at Phoebe going out with pity or malice.Even families with unmarried daughters began to contact Big John—their daughter was about to marry the rich Big John!

Phoebe hurried to the church with a basket on her shoulders. Although she was the wife of Big John, Big John only gave her a pitiful household every month, and the monthly audit was extremely strict. What she could use as a sacrifice was only Flowers and some wild fruits picked every morning.

"Thank you, Father Fei Lasen. Thank you, the God of Nature." Phoebe put down the sacrifice, folded her hands on her chest, and saluted reverently.

Big John didn't beat her or touch her anymore. It all started before that day. For Phoebe, the days now were like life in the legendary kingdom of God.In her opinion, this should be all great priests, or what the gods did.

Fei Lasen looked at the girl who was already a married woman sympathetically. Every time she came, he worried that this would be the last time: "If something happens next time, shout as loudly as possible, your house is not too far away from the church. Far, as long as I hear it, I will go there."

"Thank you, thank you."

Phoebe left, and the priest who had been cleaning the altar couldn't help but came over and asked, "Father, why don't you let her divorce John?"

"As the only priest of the church, I do have the ability to do that. However, according to local customs, a divorced woman can only go back to her parents' home. Do you think her parents will take her in? I'm even worried that they will force She sold her body. It happened, didn't it?"

The face of the young priest turned ugly. That was indeed a local custom. Except for a few women working in the tavern and women's branch, most of them were women who had been driven back to their parents' homes by their husbands.

"Then we can let her come to church and work as a helper, and we can give her my share of wages."

"Son, you have to know that although we have built a church, the local people don't believe in our god very much. They just need a church that can provide magic for adventurers, and the church of our God of Nature is the cheapest Mainstream Orthodox Church. Forgive me for saying this, the great God of Nature.” Father Fitrasen saluted the trunk of the vines behind him, “The implementation of the teachings needs to be subtly influenced. Before that, forceful intervention of the local people custom, it does us no good."

The priest obviously still had a lot to say, but at this moment, the door of the church was suddenly knocked open, and a group of people, mixed with adventurers and locals, rushed in carrying a person: "Father! Help!"

The priest ran back immediately. He saw blood, which should be a traumatic injury. He was going to get the toolbox that the priest usually used.

When the priest came back, the wounded had been placed on the altar. The priest couldn't help but twitched his nose a few more times as he walked over—there was a strong smell of barbecue, and he ran over without knowing who was eating. .Followers of the God of Nature are not required to abstain from food, but as priests in this impoverished place, they do not always have access to delicious fresh meat.

"It's not necessary, he has already looked back at the embrace of the God of Nature." Fitrasen shook his head at the priest.

The priest subconsciously glanced at the deceased, his face immediately turned pale, and he had the urge to vomit.The guy lying there, he's... roasted.Most of the priest's body that he could see was black or red. The flesh of his jaw had been scalded to the point that it had been separated from the bones, revealing jagged teeth and red and white mandibles. The heat from the barbecue was coming out of him. here.

"God!" The priest screamed, but he held it back tenaciously and didn't spit it out, "What happened?!"

"He was drunk, covered in wine and accidentally fell asleep in the iron furnace, and then..." a villager said, making a "Boom" gesture.

"Although we rushed over as soon as we heard the sound, he was already like this." This is a risk taker.

Everyone in the room took off their hats, no matter which god they believed in, at this time everyone took off their hats and said together: "May John the Great find eternal peace in the kingdom of God."

The corners of Father Fitrassen's lips twitched, but he nodded and replied, "Maybe he can."

The priest, battling the urge to vomit, froze for a moment, not expecting the dead man to be Big John, but finally gave up trying to take another look.

With the help of her mother and several other middle-aged women, Phoebe also rushed to the church. She covered her face with a handkerchief and wept.

Together with the village head, the grocer's owner, the tavern owner, Big John's uncle, and Phoebe's father, they discussed the funeral with the priest first, and then began to discuss the issue of inheritance.

The village chief coughed and was about to speak when the always timid Phoebe said, "I want to contribute two-thirds of Big John's property to the God of Nature."

The people present were noisy, and the village chief's face darkened: "Do you know what you mean, Phoebe."

"I know, don't you think it's wrong to dedicate property to God?" Phoebe wiped away tears, "The blacksmith shop is the property of the church from today on. I'm sorry, Father Fitrasen, but I can only give the shop directly to you." You, because I don't know how to sell it. And all the proceeds from selling it belong to the blacksmith shop. All I want is that house and two acres of land. Of course, I'm going to sell these too, anyone want to buy it?"

The village chief opened his mouth, and finally didn't mention the blacksmith shop. Even though they don't believe in the god of nature, they are not easy to blaspheme: "After selling the house and land, do you want to go back to your parents' house to live?"

Phoebe's mother immediately hugged Phoebe's arm: "Of course! We can feed her! My poor Phoebe, lost at a young age!" She put her mouth next to Phoebe's ear, spitting Even wet the side of Phoebe's face, "Actually, you don't need to sell the blacksmith shop, your brother can be an excellent blacksmith, and we can pay for you to worship to the gods."

"No, I'm not going home, I'm going to town." Phoebe bit her lower lip tightly.

"Town!" screamed Phoebe's mother. "What do you do for a living in town?! A woman?"

"Maybe." Phoebe gave her a sideways look, and pulled her hand out of her mother's arm. "I'm going to stay in church and pray for my poor husband. I hope that when he dies, God will give him what he deserves." treatment."

She sat on the seat in the front row of the church, facing the trunk of the vines, closed her eyes in joy and joy, and prayed intently.

Phoebe's mother cursed angrily, trying to pull her daughter back, but received a solid slap from her husband, and could only follow the others to leave the church unwillingly.