Chapter 70: The Sacrificial Saintess of Western Illusion (37)
Cyril, who was speeding past by the golden carriage and had a lot of ash on his clothes, snorted contemptuously.
"A bishop who is easily influenced by a woman is not fit to be the authority of the temple."
Cyril had already made up his mind to tell the king about it, and then looked down at Beve.
"Do you want to be a bishop?"
He said this casually, as if this thing was an easy existence, which made Bev's heart beat wildly as a small transparent existence in the temple, and her face turned red with excitement.
When Bev was about to ask Cyril if the royal family was going to do anything to the temple, Cyril was interested in the saint who had bewitched the benevolent-faced bishop, and walked towards the carriage behind him, which could be classified as a dilapidated carriage in Cyril's eyes.
"Duke Cyril might not find a romantic place with your Miss Bev and tell each other about the pain of lovesickness, what are you doing here?"
Seeing Cyril approaching, his eyes still looking towards the carriage with a clear purpose, the oracles were vigilant to stop him.
Cyril did not suspect that they were circling the carriage, and that Beve's letter had said that the holy woman had escaped from the castle of the evil gods, and that the messengers had surrounded her, watching to prevent her from escaping again.
Cyril will do this tomorrow, but it will not prevent him from looking down at the temple.
Taking care of a holy woman, a weak woman who just has some divine power, so many divine envoys have been dispatched, and the temple has really declined.
Thinking about it, Cyril looked at them mockingly, pushed the oracle away, and asked the attendant to stop them, and he quickly opened the carriage, he wanted to see what the woman who could bewitch the bishop looked like.
Cyril opened the carriage with contempt for the bishop, but when he saw the beautiful woman who heard the movement and looked at him with sleepy eyes, Cyril had no intention of laughing at others, and only this face remained in his eyes.
Yu Shu, who had just been woken up by Cyril, rubbed her eyes, the tails of her eyes were rubbed red, her upper body was embraced by the evil god, and her jade feet were placed on Nishizawa's legs. On it, he gently pressed it to relieve the stiffness caused by the feet not coming down for a day to walk.
It's just that no one knows that before Cyril rashly opened the carriage, Xi Ze, who was defined by Yu Shu as being very good at serving people, also had times when he was dishonest.
He will have the selfishness of a man and will hold the jade. Enough to arrive. Arrive. Bad. Heart. Target. Bit. set, and then breathe heavily, red ears, and be an excellent boatman with a listing certificate.
And the evil god has a soft spot for a certain place, and his lips and teeth rub against a man's neck, like a hungry wolf, absorbing the sweet fragrance from above.
The evil god without strength can't remove these marks that come out after being bullied so badly, he only dares to grind lightly, and he doesn't dare to leave a beautiful mark on his neck.
The evil god held his breath all the way, and the sour breath was about to marinate him, so that after Cyril entangled with Bev and the bishop to stop the procession, the evil god got into the carriage when the jealous gods were about to turn into werewolves.
It's hard to be able to stick to the little Jiaojiao to solve his cravings, but he hasn't enjoyed it for long before Cyril disturbs his welfare, and the evil god can kill Cyril's gaze. Person.
Cyril was not afraid to look at the evil god, he was very dissatisfied with what the evil god and Nishizawa had done while the beautiful lady was asleep, and said with a solemn face.
"What you just did as a man, I am ashamed of you, the Kingdom of Darita bullied. There are heavy penalties for those who insult women, and I think it's time for you to go with me. ”
"Huh, who do you think you are?" The slender fingers of the evil god picked up Yu Shu's blonde hair and said with a sneer, unconcerned about Cyril's words.
Nishizawa also didn't care, judging from the other party's gorgeous clothes, he was a nobleman with a high status, but he had nothing to do with the laws of the Darita Kingdom.