King of Fighters, I became Mai Shiranui's lifelong enemy

"..."

It was visibly visible that Mai Zhuo's smooth forehead was wrinkled into a # shape.

Veins were clearly visible on Mai Zhuo's smooth forehead. She suppressed her anger and spoke word by word, "It seems you haven't fully recovered yet. Do you want to return to the hospital now?"

"Oh my," Weiss stuck out her tongue playfully. "We could be a young girl in her early twenties, or a thousand-year-old monster. It all depends on how you think about it."

She deliberately drawled out her tone, "But someone like you with a time perception disorder probably can't understand such a profound question. How pitiful."

It seems that these two older single women, who are not considered young in the world of immortal cultivation, have strong opinions on the issue of age.

Wu Ji smiled nonchalantly: "Then at least tell me, have you grown older since you met me?"

He wanted to know whether this mysterious regular ability could have any impact on the snake clan.

"No! Are you satisfied?"

It seems to have an impact.

Mai Zhuo crossed his arms in anger and added unwillingly, "Based on our age, shouldn't someone ask all her women to call us 'Auntie'? After all, no one in this world has lived longer than us, right?"

"Aunt? That must be great-great ...

"Who?"

"Keep it secret for now." Wu Ji winked mysteriously. "Now, it's time to go see the gift Goenitz left for me."

"Gift?"

"Well, you should remember that Storm made a deal with me before he died."

Wu Ji put on his black-framed glasses again. This time he needed to appear in a gentler appearance so as not to disturb the target.

Just like Superman's camouflage glasses, the moment he puts on the black-framed glasses, his temperament becomes elegant, easy-going and approachable.

"trade?"

Mai Zhuo and Weiss looked at each other in bewilderment. At that time, Wu Ji explained to the fighters that Bao Feng was trying to match him up with Orochi...which was obviously nonsense.

Others may not know, but how could they not know what the giant snake is?

Without emotion or humanity, absolutely rational, it is the embodiment of the will of the earth.

Who would fall in love with the earth?

Besides, it is impossible for the Great Snake himself to agree to such a ridiculous thing.

What Baofeng said at the end is worth remembering.

"Well, a deal that satisfies me."

"We're almost there, let's go down."

When the plane descended to a certain height, Wu Ji opened the cabin door and jumped down.

The two secretaries had no choice but to jump down, even though they were confused.

Anyway, you'll understand when you get there.

......

This is a church standing in a remote town in Europe.

From the mottled walls outside the church, you can see that this church has a rich history.

It was morning when Wu Ji and the other two arrived at the church door, and they happened to hear the heavenly choir singing coming from inside.

The pure children's voices echoed under the arch, as if they could wash away all the filth in the world.

It's just that pagans are naturally incompatible with such places.

Mai Zhuo glanced at the church with disgust and asked, "What are you doing in a place like this?"

"The gods we worship are all non-existent false gods. If you want to see the true God, please help us resurrect the Great Snake."

Wu Ji smiled without saying anything, but just gestured for her to look deeper into the church.

The morning sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting colorful spots of light on the nun's skirt.

There stood a unique nun, wearing the traditional blue nun's uniform in a unique style.

The ankle-length skirt has a high slit in the front, revealing the creamy skin of the thighs, and the black safety pants are faintly visible.

This bold design forms a wonderful contrast with the sacred place, revealing and sexy, yet unexpectedly harmonious.

But it is indeed the type that Wu Ji likes.

Her golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and as she raised her baton and gently waved it, the children in the choir sang out songs as clear as springs.

Whenever she sang the highest notes, the nun's eyes closed and head tilted back made the angels in the stained glass hold their breath, and her snow-white neck exposed from the collar of her nun's uniform made even the demons intoxicated.

"This, this is..."

Mai Zhuo and Weiss were stunned when they saw the nun for the first time.

Like, so similar.

Golden hair, blue clothes, the holy and pious appearance of the clergy,

It reminded them of Storm Gonitz who had died and been reincarnated.

It's a complete carbon copy of him.

"Hey, hey, hey, did Baofeng secretly give birth to a child without telling us?"

"This is too exaggerated..."

"No way, is this true? Bao Feng also likes ordinary people? Doesn't he look down on ordinary people the most?"

Weiss opened her rosy little mouth in surprise, and then burst into a storm of heroic laughter.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!!! He was saying something about Jiadilu being obsessed with mortal love affairs, but his own child is already this grown up!!!"

"Hurry up, tell me who Goenitz is dating. I'll make fun of him next time I see him."

The facts are right in front of us. Anyone who sees this nun will think she is Goenitz's daughter.

Wu Ji patted Weiss's shoulder, who was laughing so hard she was rolling on the floor. "She's not Goenitz's biological daughter."

Then he explained:

"When Goenitz was traveling around the world searching for the reincarnated and awakened Eight Great Masters, he passed by an abandoned church and unexpectedly discovered a dying baby girl there."

"The moment he saw the baby girl, he felt a wonderful emotion. Out of sympathy and special love, he placed some of his own strength in the baby girl's body to prolong her life."

"Outside the swaddling clothes, Goenitz saw a line of small words: Sharon D'Agostino."

"Gonitz gave Sharan to a senior pastor of a nearby church to be adopted and raised. He would occasionally come over to look after Sharan and teach her some doctrines."

"Seventeen years later, Sharan grew up and restored the abandoned church. With her pure faith, she attracted the surrounding residents to return to the Lord's embrace."

The church is sacred and noble. Although the decorations are old, they are not shabby. It should be that the nearby residents took the initiative to help repair it.

To be honest, maybe he is a rather vulgar person. He thinks that Sharan mainly attracts believers with her super high looks and bold dress.

At least he is staring at it now.

Goenitz, one of the Eight Great Masters, dedicated everything to the great snake.

If he still had a glimmer of hope for humanity, that glimmer of hope lay entirely with Sharon.

He gave all his human feelings to Saran.

His last deal before disappearing that day was to let Wu Ji take care of Sha Lan.

If the big snake comes, try your best to save Sharan's life.

As the leader of the devout followers of the Eight Heroes, the fact that he could say such words actually meant that his faith was no longer so pure.

In the process of learning human wisdom, he became more like a human being.

Sharan falling into Wu Ji's hands was definitely like a wolf walking into a tiger's mouth, but after seeing the performance of Mai Zhuo and Weiss, Goenitz felt that this might not be a bad thing.

At least this man is capable, strong and responsible, and can make them undergo a transformation that is different from the previous thousand years.

That was why he was so sure that day that Wu Ji would agree to the deal.

Which LSP would reject a devout, kind, pure, but sexy nun?

Chapter 230 Storm

"Asking you to take care of this girl? Isn't this like throwing a sheep into a tiger's mouth? I'm sending you there for nothing."

Weiss raised her eyebrows and sneered. She could almost imagine this pure nun becoming a different person after being stained with his color.

"How can you say that? My place is a perfect home. Otherwise, how could I attract so many outstanding female fighters to come here?"

"Didn't you use those shady methods?"

"...You'll be criticized for saying that...Okay, I did use some tricks, but as long as the outcome is good, it's okay."

"Ah~" Weiss's drawn-out tone was full of contempt.

"Try to make that sound again?" Wu Ji suddenly approached, his shadow casting a shadow over Weiss. "Believe it or not, tomorrow I'll let you..."

The tips of their noses almost touched.

"I'm afraid of you!"

Wu Ji and Weiss were arguing and touching each other outside the church, and it seemed that something special was about to happen in this holy area.

"Okay, stop it, something's happening."

Mai Zhuo nudged the two of them and motioned them to look at Saran.

Inside the auditorium, today's choir singing is nearing its end.

Sharan waved her baton, her slender white fingers shaking and stopping at the last note.

Suddenly, she felt a throbbing, as if she felt the approach of a loved one, and her heart beat faster.

Closing his eyes, he pressed his heaving chest and murmured, "Father...are you back?"

Although it was a closed room, the hem of the blue nun's uniform fluttered without wind, revealing more of her snow-white thighs.

"Eh?"

She lowered her head in confusion and pressed down the hem of her skirt, but saw her shadow twisting and deforming on the pure white floor tiles, vaguely turning into the shape of a snake.

His pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help but take a step back, startled.

What, what is this!

"Hmm? Why is there wind?"

"The door is not open, right? Where does the wind come from?"

"It's so strange, so cool."

The breeze blew across the children's faces, and at first they thought it was a prank.

Until the breeze grew stronger and stronger, blowing the pages of the Bible rapidly, the metal pipes of the organ suddenly vibrated on their own, and the oil paintings and sculptures on both sides of the auditorium trembled uncontrollably.

Only then did they realize that something was wrong!

Sharan was horrified to find that an uncontrollable force surged in her body, and her breath turned into a hurricane, like a natural disaster.

"Hurry, run away..."

A small hurricane ravaged the small church.

The century-old oak benches were uprooted, the confessional was torn into pieces of wood by the hurricane, and books, sculptures, paintings... everything in the church was blown into the air by the hurricane and swayed irregularly.

The children had never seen such a strange and terrifying scene, so they ran out of the church crying.

Occasionally, there were a few brave ones who wanted to pull the nun sister to escape together, but before they could get close, they were cut by the wind blades with small wounds.

My body was swept up by the hurricane, and if my friends hadn't pulled me back, I would have almost flown into the sky freely with the tables, chairs and benches.

A ten-year-old girl was about to run away when she was tripped by a flying stool and fell to the ground.

"Sister Shalan...save me..."

The childish cry pierced the storm, and Sharan's heart almost stopped beating.