"Let me see who started the fight?" Green-skirted Quail Fire suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The flower-armed gambler straightened the mask on his face and reached out to grab the white wrist of the black-robed cultist in front of him, "Of course it was her. She hit me with this hand."

"Let go!" The black-robed cultist tried to break free from the shackles, but in most cases, it was difficult for women to beat men in terms of strength. The black-robed cultist tried every way but could not escape the other party's control, and tears slid down the edge of her mask.

The other black-robed believers gathered together, trembling all over, clutching their wrinkled and filthy black robes, and sobbing quietly.

The frog leader squeezed in front of the flower-armed gambler and said, "Let go of your hands! No force is allowed now!"

“Hahahaha!” The gambler with tattooed arms twisted his neck, making a clicking sound, and said with a laugh, “Let go? What a joke. The gray wolf also grabbed the gray rabbit like this before. Did the host judge that he used force? No! Then have I used force now? No! Hahahahaha…”

"Let go!" The Frog Leader's voice was low, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his clenched fists trembling slightly. He wanted to swing his fist and knock the ruffian in front of him to the ground, but he couldn't.

"What? You want to hit me?" The flower-armed gambler pulled his arm back and dragged the black-robed cultist who was hiding behind the frog leader out of the protective circle. "I got slapped in the face by you. How are you going to compensate me?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" The black-robed cultist struggled hard, but was eventually pulled out by the flower-armed gambler. His black hood fell off during the struggle, revealing his long, smooth hair.

Bourbon frowned slightly while paying attention to the movements in the prayer room and the development of the situation. He glanced at Quail Fire in the Green Dress, but the gray mask covered her entire expression, making it impossible to guess Quail Fire's next move.

Scotland clenched his fists and whispered, "It seems like most of them are women."

"Yeah." Bourbon nodded and glanced at Rye who was standing by the window.

The sun is shining outside the window, and white clouds like clouds are dotted in the blue sky. The sea surface is sparkling, and the waves reflect colorful halos, and fish swim freely in the sea water.

"You can't do this!" The Frog Cult leader opened his arms, trying to protect the black-robed cultist behind him again.

However, the flower-armed gambler pulled the black-robed cultist into his arms with another tug.

A crying female voice reached the ears of everyone present, "No, let me go! Let me go..."

The girl in the green skirt stared at the gambler with flowery arms and stroked the belt around her waist with her fingers.

The smile on the tattooed-armed gambler's face became more and more arrogant, as if he was enjoying this feeling. He let out a low "ho ho" sound from his throat and pulled the black-robed cultist into his arms little by little.

"Let go! I told you to let go!" The Frog Leader roared angrily, but his obstruction had no effect at all and all his struggles seemed to be in vain.

"No...no..." The crying and begging of the black-robed believers were like the wailing of lambs to be slaughtered, which made the flower-armed gambler even more excited. Those aliens who squeezed in among the black-robed believers began to get eager to try.

Suddenly, sounds of begging for mercy, crying, and excited laughter filled the entire space, and the damp and salty air was filled with a disgusting smell.

"Stop!" The Frog Leader roared angrily, trying to stop them, but was thrown out of the crowd by several people. After rolling on the ground for several times, the Frog Leader stood up with difficulty, "Stop! Stop it! I'll let Gray Rabbit come out and tell you the information of Room 4!"

Hearing this, Scotland and Bourbon felt their hearts tighten and looked around, trying to find Mingyue in the chaos.

However, the group led by the flower-armed gambler didn't care at all about what the Frog Leader said and continued to enjoy the "wonderful time" that belonged only to them.

Seeing that it was ineffective, the Frog Leader stumbled to Quail Fire and pleaded anxiously, "Host, please stop them!"

The knuckles of Quehuo's fingers turned slightly white as she gripped her skirt, but she said in a calm tone: "Doesn't your supreme god protect every devout believer? Why do you come to me for help?"

"I..." The Frog Leader looked at the chaotic crowd.

stab-

"what!!!"

The sound of cloth being torn and a shrill scream were heard at the same time, and the black robe full of wrinkles and stains was torn apart, revealing the snow-white dress underneath.

The whistle sounded several times in the air, and everyone could hear that the gambler with flowery arms was in a very good mood at the moment.

"Wow~ You're a pretty girl!" The gambler with tattooed arms stretched out his hand to take off the mask on the black-robed cultist's face, but the other party covered his hand tightly.

Then there was another sharp sound of cloth tearing.

"Don't resist~" The flower-armed gambler threw the torn cloth aside, but the next second, he cried out in pain, "Ah! You bit me! Damn, it's bleeding! I'm going to strip you naked!"

The bright red blood dripped onto the clean white dress, staining it with dirty dark red.

The flower-armed gambler covered his wound and shouted, "Someone, this girl is using force! I'm injured! Someone come quickly!"

"I..." The female believer who had taken off her black robe wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sobbed, "I would rather feed the fish than be eaten by someone like you..."

The frog leader looked at the female believer in a blood-stained white dress and shouted anxiously, "Fei Niao! What are you doing?"

"Just tell me clearly, what will happen to you if you are attacked by someone like me?" The flower-armed gambler's eyes were fierce. "Damn it, just wait, I will deal with you sooner or later."

Faced with the relentless pressure from the tattooed gambler, the female disciple who was called Flying Bird by the Frog Sect Leader turned around and fled to the outdoor deck. The wet and salty sea breeze with the smell of sunshine blew on her face, and every breath of fresh air seemed to be sweet.

The female believer Fei Niao looked at the boundless ocean and sang in a low voice while running: "Supreme God, please listen to my confession. As your devout believer, I will wash away the filth on my body. Please allow me to fall into your warm embrace..."

Bourbon's pupils shrank, "Oh no! She's going to commit suicide!"

"You stay here, I'll go!" Scotland stopped Bourbon and chased after him.

Bourbon looked at Scotland's receding back, then turned to look at the prayer room with the door closed, glanced at Lei not far away, and finally followed him.

"Fei Niao! Don't do anything stupid!" The Frog Leader staggered.

Scotland stretched out his hand to stop him, but saw the panic and fear in the eyes of the female church member Fei Niao.

"Don't come over here!" The female believer Fei Niao screamed and dodged the hand that the gray wolf stretched out to her.

"I'm not going over there, and you don't have to go over there!" Scotland didn't dare to get too close when he saw this. He knew very well that this female believer hated every man equally, but perhaps their leader could persuade her.

The frog leader came over anxiously, "Bird!"

However, the female believer named Fei Niao jumped off the deck, her blood-stained white skirt dancing in the wind like a white gull spreading its wings and soaring.

Scotland reached out to grab it, but the female cultist Fei Niao dodged in fear. The blood-stained white skirt slipped through his fingers, and Scotland could only grab a corner of the torn black robe, "Hold the robe, I'll pull you up!"

However, the female priest Fei Niao took off her robe and fell straight into the bottomless sea. The waves could not lift her up. Only the half of the black robe in Scotland's hand fluttered in the wind...

The black-robed believers who had chased after them stood on the deck and chanted in a low voice, but their prayers were blown away by the sea breeze.

"Sister Enoki, let me kill him!" The two fists under the black robe trembled slightly, and the nails dug into the palms of his hands but he didn't feel any pain.

"Do not impulse."

The yellow scalper girl looked at the person who was speaking, her chest heaving violently, "If it weren't for you, she..."

"You can't blame me for this."

"It's true that the gray rabbit can't be blamed." The orange pig woman Enoki took a deep breath and pulled down the hood on the yellow cow girl's head, her eyes full of sadness.

After this incident, most of the people around the prayer room decreased, but there were still many black-robed believers blocking the door.

"Damn, bad luck." After learning that the female cultist had fallen into the sea, the flower-armed gambler spat and stretched out his hand to pull off another black robe, but the next second, warm blood splashed all over his face...

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