St. Paul looked at his holy dog, took a deep breath, and then his face was full of smiles, and he was wearing pink pajamas, and he didn't care if the ground was dirty, so he sat directly on the ground and looked at the three holy dogs in the pit.

Seeing the three-headed holy dog ignore him, St. Paul smiled, like a man who was rejected by the goddess, but still persevered with the goddess.

In Oriental terms, the embarrassing smile on São Paulo's face at this time perfectly illustrates what it means to like to use a hot face to stick to people's cold buttocks, in current words, St. Paulo is more like a licking dog than the three-headed holy dog, looking at him with a flattering face at this time, he can't tell who is the real dog for a while.

"By the way, how are you doing?"

Looking at the well-behaved holy dog lying in the pit, São Paulo was already trying to find a topic. But it is a pity that although the holy dog has three pairs of ears and three heads, he is too lazy to look at St. Paul, like a girl with a small temper.

São Paulo was a little helpless, although he knew that the visitor was strong, but he finally came in once, and he needed more information, especially from the holy dog. Only with this information can he go and deal with the old pope.

He didn't have a problem with the holy dog, and the holy dog's attitude towards him was much better in comparison. If you were someone else, even if you activated the formation on this gate, it would take most of the blood; After coming in, the holy dog has to recognize him, otherwise the holy dog will swallow the person who comes in without hesitation.

"You say, how long have we both seen each other, I finally came in once, and you just ignored me like this, is it appropriate?" São Paulo thought for a moment and continued.

But no matter what he said, how much saliva was wasted, the holy dog didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Well, half a ton of frozen meat, how about it?" As soon as these words came out, the three-headed holy dog really reacted, but it was not limited to all six ears moving. For it, he prefers fresh meat, frozen meat is not interesting to eat.

"A ton!" São Paulo smiled slightly, knowing that he had found the right way to communicate with the three-headed holy dog.

This time, the holy dog just raised its head and glanced at him, his eyes full of disdain.

"Okay, I'll make a reserve price, I'll go to the Pope to give you a hundred infidels, and give you five tons of animal meat, if you don't agree, then I can't help it. If I go back, I will be scolded by the Pope at most! St. Paul didn't give the three holy dogs a chance to think, but stood up and turned to leave.

He had only stepped up two flights of stairs when he heard the wind behind him, and then three holy dogs appeared in front of him.

"Looks like you agreed?" A smile appeared on St. Paul's face, and when he saw the three holy dogs nod, he continued: "If you agree, tell me what you feel?" ”

The three-headed holy dog did not hesitate, and any more second of hesitation was disrespectful to the food, it nodded, and then a scarlet light shot out from the eyebrows of the three heads, and then the scarlet light condensed into a magic array in the air.

Seeing this, St. Paul did not hesitate, so he directly took out the dagger that he had just taken out of the wall, and continued to cut his palm, and then with a wave of his hand, blood spilled into the magic array, like a small pebble entering a calm lake, causing ripples.

St. Paul's eyes were dark, and when he looked around, he saw the walls of the pit full of blood and the bottom of the pit full of bones.

He didn't move, just waited quietly for that moment to come. He knew that this formation could transfer the feelings of the three holy dogs at that time to him, allowing him to experience it for himself. It's like playing an extremely immersive game, and St. Paul's is the three-headed holy dog.

The silent night is like ink.

Not only is it black, but there is a strong smell coming from this pit.

St. Paul was lying in the pit, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, very soft, but very firm. Soon, St. Paul felt it, and when the man arrived at the door, his breathing was very even, not like the first time ordinary people came here, he would be nervous, his heart would beat faster, his breathing would be rapid.

It was as if he had come to the back garden of his house, strolling around.

São Paulo felt himself climb up, and with a slight leap, he stepped up the stairs and reached the door.

At this time, there was only a wall between him and the intruder.

St. Paul was about to roar, but in the next moment, he felt cold all over, and a great majesty descended on him, even crushing him to the ground. He had a feeling that the person in front of the door could kill him at a single thought if he wanted to.

The most terrifying thing is that his power has a majesty of its own, and he faces him like a commoner facing a high emperor. Or, more accurately, it should be God who came down and glanced at ordinary believers.

Just this sight can make people tremble, and even forget it for a lifetime.

He felt like an ant that others could trample on at will!

São Paulo even felt as if his neck was stuck in something, unable to speak, unable to breathe.

Just as São Paulo was about to take it any longer, his eyes went dark again, and his consciousness returned to his body, freed from the visit of the mysterious man of yesterday. But that extreme suppressive force still made him remember it vividly, and even his legs trembled at this time, and he felt like he was kneeling.

At this time, he finally understood why the three-headed holy dog had become well-behaved, because the offender was more like a human being than a human being...... God is coming!

If Li Nanshan knew that Brother Zheng'er's "I don't want to startle the snake" was like this, I am afraid he would be speechless. What is this, I don't want to startle the snake, this is a strong suppression!

"I see, you have a good rest, and I'll bring in food in a short time." São Paulo's face turned pale, and his voice became a little shaky.

With that, the three dogs jumped back into the pit, and he walked out of the basement, closed the door, and carried Councillor André back to the cathedral.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter stood in the doorway, with his back to St. Paul, facing the wind and snow.

St. Paul left Andre behind, came to the old man's side, bowed, and called softly: "Your Majesty the Pope." ”

The old man's white eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, smiled faintly on his wrinkled face, and turned his head to look at São Paulo.

"The sacred needs to be slaughtered to maintain it, just as one person wants to be free, one must make many people unfree. Our Divine Court has existed for so many years, experienced a lot of wind and snow, I have faced a lot of wind and snow, this time it's your turn! ”

St. Paul knew what the Pope meant, nodded slightly, and asked softly, "What should the student do?" ”

"Defend the holy splendor of the Holy See with scarlet and blood, even if the other party is a god!"

The old pope said lightly, patted St. Paul's shoulder, and then disappeared into the snow.