"You...... Is that true?" he looked at Ye Wanqiu, like a dying man seeing the last straw.

"If you believe, you have, and if you don't believe, you don't. Look at yourself" The boy sat under the tree, his long hair dishevelled behind his head, and his long eyelashes resembling a tiny fan.

This scene is beautiful and picturesque, and the years are quiet.

The ninth bishop's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, but in an instant, they dimmed again. The blood on his face was gone, but the terrible wrinkles were still there, hideous vicissitudes, and the wind and candles were old.

If the other believers of the sect saw the appearance of the cardinal, I am afraid that they would also suspect that he was not worthy of his name!

Not only the other believers, but even he himself felt that he was not worthy of his name.

Seeing that Ye Wanqiu was so young and handsome that it was difficult to describe the side face in words, he was inexplicably a little confused.

"I believe it. He said. Even he didn't believe what he said.

The midday sun was hot and harsh.

Although it was hiding under the plane tree, there were still a few rays of light shining through the mottled leaves.

Ye Wanqiu glanced at him with a smile, and said lightly: "Go to your store and talk about it! There are many people here, and it is not very convenient." ”

"Hmm. The ninth bishop bowed his head in agreement.

Those who took it as a sacrifice were also about to wake up. They had all seen his face, and although it was not always possible to guess his identity, there would be a lot of trouble.

At least, from now on, it won't be long before everyone knows that the buns in his late-night store are drugged.

Seeing Ye Wanqiu just rubbing the shadows of the trees and the other shadows and leaving, the Ninth Bishop couldn't help but be a little curious, and asked, "Do you have any other companions that you need to answer!?"

"No!" Ye Wanqiu looked back at him with some confusion, "He doesn't have to worry about it." ”

The ninth bishop said, "Then you ...... Why are you going in that direction?"

Ye Wanqiu said: "It's not going to your store...... Hmm, it hurts!" he walked without looking at the road and accidentally hit the wall. Rubbing the piece of the outer piece on his forehead that was knocked off, his face was a little too beautiful, and he looked a little aggrieved.

Inexplicably, I feel a little cute......

Ninth Bishop: "......"

I felt more suspicious in my heart.

Some reluctantly walked in front of him to lead the way, and finally arrived at the human meat bun shop.

Along the way, Ye Wanqiu tried to avoid the sun and walked in the shadows.

This did not make the ninth bishop think much more.

No matter where you are, white is beautiful. Especially in the Xiyao Continent, this kind of atmosphere is even worse.

Many noble ladies in high society like to raise a bloodsucking worm behind the root of their ears to lose blood to their faces, so as to make their faces look fairer.

People like Ye Wanqiu who refuse to bask in the sun are already very common.

At this time, the door is closed.

The ninth bishop took out the key, opened the door, and when Ye Wanqiu also came in, he closed the door and locked it. This steamed bun shop was supposed to open at night. Before the word spreads, it doesn't arouse anyone's suspicions.

The decoration of this small steamed bun shop is not particularly luxurious, but it is full of quaint and freehand feeling. The tables and chairs are made of pure wood, and you can even see the clear texture.

Ye Wanqiu sat in the same position where he first came, one hand supporting the side of his face, and the other hand casually resting on the table. The slender fingers tapped the table one after the other.

The Ninth Bishop looked at him with burning eyes and asked, "How can I go back?"

The corners of Ye Wanqiu's lips were bent with a twisted arc, and she said lightly: "What are you anxious about now." At this time, my strength has been greatly affected, if you are not afraid of being directly stirred into pieces in the turbulence of time and space, then I will send you back now. ”

As soon as he heard the fate of the teleportation at this time, the Ninth Bishop couldn't help but shudder.

He asked, "So what should I do!?"

Ye Wanqiu snapped her fingers and leaned lazily against the wall. is obviously a very flowing action, and he does it, but it is extremely chic and natural.

And so on. The boy smiled, "When I get better, I can send you back." ”

Hearing such an answer, the ninth bishop was stunned, and looked at the young man's gaze, which dimmed again.

"Wait......" he smiled bitterly, but he only had one year left to live, and maybe, he couldn't wait for that day......

He just wanted to leave his bones in his hometown at the last moment of his life, why......

Looking at the old man's desperate gaze, Ye Wanqiu's heart suddenly trembled.

The old man back then was also a cardinal archbishop, but he tried his best to prevent the war between Jiaoyan and the demons. Finally assassinated.

Before he died, he confessed to Ye Wanqiu that he wanted him to send his bones back to his hometown. However, later, the demon clan was destroyed, and the old man's body was missing.

For this reason, Ye Wanqiu regretted it for a long time, until he became a ghost cultivator, wandering in various worlds, and also looking for the old man's hometown.

The first time she met the Ninth Bishop, Ye Wanqiu inexplicably remembered the kind old man. Perhaps, at that time, he had already made up his mind to help him.

However, the ninth bishop attacked him at the first time, which would have led to so many more things later.

Ye Wanqiu wanted to show a relatively gentle smile to comfort the ninth bishop's mood. But after so many years of smirking, I don't know what a real smile looks like.

I could only say softly: "Actually, it won't take long, tomorrow will be the night of the full moon." ”

The Ninth Bishop looked at him with a look of confusion. is obviously full of wrinkles, and the wind and frost of the years are written. However, at this moment, like a child, tears flowed.

"I don't have wine, do you have a story?" asked Ye Wanqiu.

"Wine, I have. The Ninth Bishop swiped in the void and pulled out a bottle of special red wine and two glass goblets from his space.

This wine has been cherished by him for many years and has been reluctant to drink.

However, only his soul and body came to this world back then, and he remained in the Donglong Continent. Presumably, when I go back, there is only one soul.

In that case, why don't you have fun in time for these things outside the body!?

"I can't drink, I have to start preparing early, so that when I send you back, there will be no problems. Ye Wanqiu said, "You can give me those collected souls, which will help me recover." ”

The Ninth Bishop gave him the Eye that contained the soul.

He did not force the refusal of the persuasion, since this was the case, then let him drink alone.