"As long as the Pope has a little eyesight, he won't come to disturb us, if he doesn't have that eyesight, I can also try the newly acquired Sword of Light, the treasure has a spirit, and it is perfect to use him as a sword sacrifice!"

Qin Tian said coldly, a line of white light between his fingers was as flexible as a butterfly, flying up and down. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I see," Li Xihe nodded.

"It's really murderous," Xia Dahan pouted.

"It has nothing to do with murderous intentions, it's purely the confidence given by the organization, let's go."

Qin Tian erected the Hunyuan pile, and the black and red sealing carpet was spread on the ground, and Xia Dahan and Li Xihe were installed.

Seeing the right direction, Qin Tian followed the white wave marks left by the plane that had just departed in front of him, and chased after it at the same high speed.

*******

Vatican State, St. Peter's Basilica, the highest basilica.

There was an extremely suppressed cough in the hall that had been silent for a long time, and a column of nuns and a column of white-robed priests outside the temple door looked at each other for a while, surprised that St. Peter, who was so solemn that it was almost dead silent, would have such a voice.

After a while, they lowered their heads in unison, blinded their five senses, and no longer dared to hear or think.

The pure golden throne, the dark red velvet, and the old man dressed in plain white.

These three different things make the magnificent hall even more empty and lonely, and the uncomfortable coughing sound is more and more gloomy and pitiful.

The contemporary pope is on a huge throne, and finally shows a bit of the powerlessness peculiar to the elderly.

Maison was barefoot, and there was no ornament except a crown of thorns on his head.

The crown of thorns, which was originally simple but not simple, is now a little simple, and the crown bead in the middle of the withered white crown is empty, and it looks as cheap as a five-dollar earthen hat in the specialty market.

"Sealman, it's terrifying," the Pope muttered.

"Generations of young masters emerge in an endless stream, on the other hand, in our West, except for the Dark Council, there are still some eye-catching young combat power, and the Holy See has no follow-up geniuses to supplement."

"The Mage Tower, the Knight's Hall, the Inquisition, the Sacrificial Hall, the branches that brought endless honor and prestige to the Holy See are now on the verge of being cut down."

"What do you mean by that? Green and yellow... It's really, so apt that it makes people feel uncomfortable~! ”

"But the Sword of Light is a divine object that the Holy See will never be easily abandoned, even if I fight for my old life, I must take it back from those young people!"

The Pope said with chapped lips, his eyes sinking into a deeper gloom.

Sou!

Cangchang !!

The heavy curtains obscured all light except for the white candles, and a sword roared suddenly, and a ray of sunlight persistently and stubbornly illuminated a small part of the ground of St. Peter's Basilica through the small holes in the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

There was a long sword stuck straight there, shrouded in white mist, with a long sword with three forks straight at the end of the handle.

Cloud Cluster Heavenly Sword!

The Pope's eyes narrowed, and he felt a familiar aura from the strange sword.

"Reverse Blade...", he said dumbly, and a bitterness in his dumbness spread beyond catharsis.

He had made up his mind, but that determination was only confirmed in the three young men, and as soon as the blade came out, he no longer dared to have any thoughts other than submission.

"Borrow it for a while, and I'll give it back to you when you're done, thank you for your contribution to saving the world, goodbye!"

In the empty hall, there was only this sentence and the sound of swords that had not been heard for a long time, and the Pope's face was bitter, "Is it borrowed again?" ”

There was no reply to such a question, and in the blink of an eye, the white mist sword in the hall disappeared.

Only that line explained the light, and a transparent sunshine shone selflessly, adding a bit of grandeur to the Holy See.

"That's it," the Pope sighed, calling in one of the guards who were on duty outside the hall.

"Remove this curtain and replace it." The Pope commanded in a majestic voice.

The guard looked at him with a confused expression, "You, what did you say?" ”

The Pope secretly snorted, why did he speak Chinese nervously?

With a majestic cough, the Pope sank his old red face into the darkness cast by the head of the temple.

"How many times have I told you, practice diligently, read a lot of books, why can't you even hear such a simple Night Elf language? I removed this curtain and replaced it!! ”

The guard's panicked five-body threw himself to the ground, and he responded in a row!

Looking at the guards who are submissive and don't show any toughness, the Pope has also lost his temper for a while, and it is indeed not as good as the generation.

"Let's go down..."

The back of this shrunken guard reminded the Pope of his state at this time, and also made him extend his thoughts to the current way of life of the Holy See.

He sighed, and the Italian young man who was neither humble nor arrogant in Florence, with more excitement than fear in his eyes.

Maybe the Holy See at this moment really needs a little old and familiar faces.

Twisting off a dead leaf from the crown of thorns on top of his head, the Pope whispered a few times and threw the leaf out, "Bring him back." ”

A leaf does not fall, as if it has a pair of wings, and flies out of the hole in the curtain with it, turning into a cloud of white light in the long sunlight, faintly forming the same limbs and facial features as a human being.

Li Nezha walked slowly down the street, and he began to doubt his life and the twenty-four years that had passed.

What exactly are you after?

Why is it so meaningful to look at these people on the street who are from the same origin, the same country, so strange, like the walking dead, repeating tedious work day after day?

However, he is also a walking corpse...

He was about to go to the pastry shop, serving biscuits and cakes in the sweet steaming heat, begging passers-by with his trademark smile to taste them, begging them to leave the money so that he could buy a day when nothing had changed and no passion would be maintained.

Li Nezha sighed, looked up at the sky, and saw that the small colorful plane was flying farther and farther with his own extravagance and desire.

"Good luck and also... Wish me luck! Li Nezha whispered dejectedly.

In front of him, the pastry shop where he had worked for almost two years had already entered his vision.

When you let go of your assumptions and unattainable dreams, reality and thorns are waiting for you to drill, break through, and be bruised all over your body.

Li Nezha rubbed his cheeks, and finally gave himself the luxury of looking at the sky from afar.

I didn't see the plane, I didn't see the three masters, and a smiling old man hovered in front of his eyes. He said in a pin-like tone: "Young man, come with me!" (To be continued.) )