The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1791 Want to Blaspheme Today (10)

The Pope was stunned for a moment, and under the indifferent gaze of the God of Light, he said wisely, "Saint!"

The light golden eyelashes of the God of Light trembled, and the god's calm emotions, because of these two words, produced a slight fluctuation.

He looked at him calmly and calmly, as if waiting for the Pope's next words.

I didn't expect that a random excuse would actually be useful.

It seems that in the heart of the God of Light, the existence of that girl is really not simple.

The pope said: "I never thought that you would really choose that girl to be your saint this time. I was a little surprised, and the elders and holy envoys in the Holy See were also surprised. I want to ask you, are you really Are you sure you want that lady to be your saint?"

The god did not answer, and the look in his eyes that fell on the Pope never changed.

The Pope understood the meaning of the God of Light.

Seeing this, the Pope nodded lightly, "I understand what you mean."

The God of Light lowered his eyelashes, and was about to turn around and enter the void temple inside the statue, when he suddenly heard the Pope who was about to leave behind him muttering to himself.

"Then where should the saintess live? I never thought that there would be a saintess, and I haven't prepared the attic of the manor where the saints live. Since it is a saintess, the place to live is naturally the best, but now ..."

The pace of the God of Light suddenly paused.

He stopped, looked sideways, and looked at the pope with a distressed expression.

Suddenly, the God of Light pursed his crimson seductive lips, and said in a neutral voice, "Slansar Manor."

"Slanthal Manor?" The Pope was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and said, "Isn't that the manor I prepared for you?"

At that time, he thought that the God of Light would stay in the empire for a longer period of time, so he asked people to prepare the most elegant, gorgeous and quiet manor in the entire Holy See for the God of Light.

"Leave it to her." The blond beauty said flatly.

"But you...?" The Pope hesitated.

The blond beauty looked at him coldly, the Pope lowered his head instantly, and he replied, "Okay, I understand."

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Hiber is now the saint of the Holy See, so naturally she can no longer return to the Rossetti family to live.

Not long after she was brought back to the side hall by the believers, the believers seemed to have received instructions from someone, and he brought Hibel to a quiet manor deep in the Holy See.

This made Hiber couldn't help but marvel at the hugeness of the Holy See of Light. The first half is the towering Holy See with spires, and the second half is actually manors scattered in various places, and each manor is still so big.

The believer led Hibel inside, and they came to a beautiful snow-white rose flower manor.

The architectural style here is similar to that in the Holy See, white and holy, clean and untainted, and very quiet.

Walking in through the white iron gate surrounded by vines and flowers, Xibel saw a wide garden, where many roses were blooming, making people suddenly relax and want to get drunk in this sea of ​​flowers .

There is also a small pavilion in the garden, which is carved with many complex and elegant-looking reliefs. Hibel walked over, and the believers at the side immediately poured her a cup of black tea, "Your Highness, please drink tea."

Xibel took the black tea from the believer, and the girl's white and soft fingertips picked up the white porcelain teacup. The black tea was still hot, and it should be a pot of tea that was brewed not long ago.

The taste of black tea is relatively strong, but Xibel can still accept it.

(End of this chapter)