Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 999 There Are Angels in the West 19
"Half a catty, I doubt that those women's clothes were bought for me."

Ban Jin was curious, "It's not for the host, who is it for?"

Shen Ronghua's shoulders slumped, "I don't know."

No suspicious person was found at all!

In the Vatican Hall, Nancy Green finished praying to God, and the smile on her face looked more kind.

"Nancy, you've learned a lot recently." The high priest looked at her and said comfortingly.

Nancy Green crossed her fingers on her chest, lowered her head, and said modestly: "Maybe there are a lot of unusual things happening recently."

High Priest: "You mean Lance summoned an angel?"

Nancy: "I'm very worried that Lance will follow the path of the legendary magician."

High priest: "Nancy doesn't need to worry, all living beings in the world have their own destiny, not to mention that the Foster family has found a way in secret."

Nancy's news has always been well-informed, but the private situation of the big family is completely unknown.

Her ability is not so great.

"Can the high priest reveal something? Nancy is really curious."

"The elders of the Foster family have found a way to dissolve the relationship between the magician and the supporter."

Nancy: "But, if it's just lifted, wouldn't Lance have no supporters?"

The high priest gave her an inscrutable look, "You can summon it again."

Nancy was puzzled: "But we all know that every magician can only have one supporter in his life."

The high priest laughed, "You only need to terminate the relationship with the supporter in the name of truth and remove him, and then he can summon another one in a legitimate way."

"The summoned ones are definitely not ordinary supporters."

"Do this in the name of God. After God receives it, I'm afraid he will only feel that human beings are doing things for him." The expression on the high priest's face became more and more strange, and the eyes staring at Nancy became particularly dark.

Like a mouse lurking in an underground ditch, waiting for an opportunity to move.

It was the first time that Nancy knew that she could still operate like this, and she had other small thoughts in her heart, so she didn't notice the change of the high priest.

She spread her hands and said playfully: "It seems that Lance will never be dragged down by angels again."

She looked forward to that angel leaving Lance more than anyone else.

No one wants the boy he likes to be surrounded by a good-looking opposite sex, even if she is notorious.

On the eve of departure from the dark forest, Lance's father came to the door.

To Shen Ronghua, the eyes are not the eyes, and the nose is not the nose.

She rubbed her nose and stepped back behind Lance.

Hmm~ I've experienced this kind of thing a lot, and it's normal.

This is a problem left over by the same kind a hundred years ago, and it is impossible for people to change it in a short time.

"Father, what can I do for you?"

Mr. Boleyn Foster looked at the luminous hem behind Lance with extremely critical and disgusting eyes, snorted lightly, and turned his face away.

Lance understood, turned around and pushed Shen Ronghua into his bedroom and quickly locked the door. The people inside would never come out without his permission.

"Lance, my proudest child, is on the supporter, which makes me lose face." Mr. Bolling has not been happy during this period of time.

The people in power of the two big families of Green and Leonard saw all the jokes.

Just wait for the day when Lance is bewildered by an angel, let him kill his relatives righteously!

"Father, my supporter is a unique existence in the world today. Her non-system magic is rarer than the light system."

"Father's self-esteem should not be built on Chris."

When the white-haired boy said this, a trace of disapproval flashed in his quiet eyes, and even his tone of voice carried a hint of warning: "She is my supporter."

His supporters should come from his mouth. His father's behavior today seems to be thinking about his supporters.

This cognition made Lance realize that he was not satisfied with the bond between supporter and summoner.

too shallow.

Mr. Boleyn was furious and slapped the table.

His face changed slightly.

My palms are numb.

Too much force, it hurts!

But he is a mature and stable man, and he must not show any pain in front of his son.

"I'm your father, and that's how you talk to your father!" Mr. Boleyn's voice suddenly rose.

Lance raised his eyes and looked at him lightly, "Father is here today, is there anything else?"

If not, please leave quickly.

When Mr. Bolling realized the other party's subconscious, he became even angrier.

"I have decided to replace you with a champion."

Lance frowned: "Chris is perfect for me."

Mr. Bolin: "But she is not suitable for Resor Continent!"

"Father, please go back." Seeing that the conversation could no longer continue, Lance strode to the door, opened the door, and said politely to Mr. Bolling.

Mr. Bolin almost fainted from anger, but he steadied himself. In front of the juniors, he had to maintain his image at all times.

He got up, walked out of the door, turned around and said: "When you think it over, bring her here, and I will definitely replace you with a powerful and mighty supporter!"

What responded to him was a "Peng", the loud closing sound of the door.

Mr. Boleyn touched his nose and nearly bumped it!

The sound insulation in the bedroom is very good, there is no movement outside.

Banjin only told her that the father and son had a quarrel because of her, but Lance's father seemed to get angry easily, and he was always angry.

And Lance always looked indifferent.

Shen Ronghua's mind suddenly had a sense of imagery. In this world, I am afraid that no one can successfully quarrel with Lance.

"Host, don't be sad, your identity is indeed a bit troublesome." Ban Jin comforted.

Shen Ronghua scratched his head: "I'm not sad, isn't it that I don't have the opportunity to perform? When I have the opportunity, it will definitely change people's outlook."

Ban Jin: "I'm relieved if the host thinks this way."

The door is pushed in from the outside.

Girls can be seen at a glance.

Lance gestured to her.

Shen Ronghua understood in seconds, walked out of the bedroom obediently, climbed onto the sofa, and shrunk down.

Lance stopped closing the door, fumbled in the bedroom for a while, and came out again with an extra blanket in his hand.

Shen Ronghua's body was heavy, and he opened his eyelids, just in time to meet the eyes of the white-haired boy, and then looked at him, very happy!

"Lance, are you caring about me?" She laughed, which was more heart-warming than the so-called saints in the Holy See.

Every time he saw it, Lance's mood would involuntarily lighten up.

He is a person who has no beliefs. Even the Holy See, which everyone believes in, in his eyes, is nothing more than a multi-level marketing organization with lofty cloaks and theories.

In the Holy See, apart from hypocrisy and conflicts over profit, he couldn't bear to work for it.

Still his supporter, more pleasing to the eye.

"It's done." Lance didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either.

Shen Ronghua clenched the blanket tightly with both hands, and happily responded, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)