The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Speaking of which, only a very few people know the Pope's real name. The followers of the cult only know that her surname is "Ji" which has been passed down from ancient times, but they know very little about the real name of the current Pope.

But Ji Siye knew.

The Pope's name is Ji Qixue.

This is a very common name, but when this name appears in Nanposo Province, in the Demon Cult, and on the current Pope, it becomes very strange.

There is no other reason.

It is just because the climate in Nanposo Province is mild and there is no winter all year round, and the Pope of the Demon Cult is restricted from leaving Nanposo Province for his entire life except during war.

So, Ji Qixue had never actually seen snow in her life.

Since you have never seen it, how can you pray for it?

Ji Siye didn’t understand, whether in this life or the previous one.

"Why not tell you?"

Ji Qixue smiled, lowered her entangled eyes and looked at Ji Siye.

"You are Sima Ming, a big shot in the Demon Cult, so there are many people who want to read your expression. Why don't you want to?"

"Tsk, it's not as troublesome as you say." Ji Siye curled his lips: "Isn't it okay if I don't see anyone?"

"What people say is unreliable." Pope Ji Qixue sighed, "Sometimes, the person you have longed for your whole life may never meet again in your lifetime, but on the contrary, the person you hate and don't want to meet may need to meet every day."

"You don't have to give me a philosophy lesson here." Ji Siye said unhappily, "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

"It's okay, you'll understand when you grow up."

The Pope did not refute her. He just turned around, lightly dabbed some lipstick with his fingers, and gently applied it on his lips, adding a bit of charm to his originally mysterious posture in purple robes, like a rose with thorns, beautiful and dangerous.

"You have something on your mind."

She said slowly.

"I do not have."

Ji Siye retorted.

"Your expression is too obvious. Do you remember what I said? If you want to be a qualified pope, the first thing is to make others unable to see what you are thinking."

The Pope smiled and said, “Then do you know what the secondary one is?”

"What is it?" Ji Siye was a little curious.

“You have to understand what other people are thinking.”

The Pope took a deep breath and replied:

“When others cannot see through you, but you can see through others, then you are qualified to be a qualified Pope.”

"Why are you telling me this? I don't want to take over your mess." Ji Siye muttered softly, "Whoever wants to be the Pope can be the Pope. You'd better stay in this position for the rest of your life."

"Tsk, sometimes you are quite like a child." The Pope chuckled.

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

Ji Siye stopped talking and sulked in silence.

in this way.

Ji Qixue withdrew her gaze and looked at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing heavy makeup in the mirror, and the dress on her chest was blooming with gorgeous flowers. Her eyes were covered by a black veil, which added a bit of mystery and charm.

The Pope watched quietly, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose and fell slightly.

She in the mirror also smiled.

Then, she suddenly pursed her lips into a sad expression, and the girl in the mirror also became sad.

This is enough, right? No one else should be able to see what I am thinking, right?

The Pope tilted his head and thought for a moment, then held up the crown in front of him.

It was a papal crown inlaid with countless jewels and made of meteorite gold. It was inherited from ancient times and was opposed to the scepter of the gods. It symbolized the supreme power in the demon cult.

It is also a symbol of the Pope's status.

Ji Qixue paused, then gently picked up the crown in front of her with her fair jade hands with distinct knuckles, and slowly put it on her head in front of the mirror.

This is the makeup she will wear at the Millennium Gala.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and I am no longer the same person I used to be.

She thought with some indifference.

Then she took the crown off her head and placed it on her chest.

"What's wrong? Isn't it quite suitable?"

Ji Siye on the side asked questioningly.

"No, it's not appropriate."

She answered, her voice decisive and clear.

"I don't understand your aesthetic taste." Ji Siye blinked and looked at the woman in front of him who exuded an indescribable temperament.

She is clearly the supreme ruler of a race who has been in power for a thousand years, but she does not have the slightest air of superiority. On the contrary, she is like an elf in mythology, or a witch hidden in the mountains. Her every move reveals mystery and charm.

Perhaps this is the effect of the poker face that she mentioned cannot be seen through by others.

Ji Siye thought so.

The Pope lowered his head and looked at the crown on his chest.

As she said, the crown no longer suits her.

Although she can still carry it, but...

She shook her head and looked at the girl next to her. Looking at the girl's unconventional attitude, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Si Ye."

"Ok?"

"Would you like to try to lead it?"

"What are you talking about? Is that something I can take with me?" Ji Siye was startled and waved his hand quickly: "You'd better keep that thing forever."

"It's okay, just take it for a while, only the two of us know about it."

Ji Qixue's moist lips curled up, looking extremely red.

There was a hint of request in the voice.

"Let me see what it looks like when you wear it."

4000. Guards ()

The Pope never let Ji Siye wear the crown until the end.

She had brought this thing with her in her previous life, and she was unwilling to touch it in this life no matter what.

The Pope had no choice but to smile and ask Ji Siye:

"The celebration will be in three days. Are you ready?"

"Prepare?"

Ji Siye was stunned and asked in confusion: "What should I prepare?"

"You are the Sima of the Demon Cult, the demon with the purest bloodline, and the future successor to the Pope."

The Pope hugged his wrist, tapped his forehead gently, and sighed: "You actually think you are unimportant?"

"It doesn't matter. They will just blame me anyway."

Ji Siye complained quietly, jumped down from the railing, and patted her fitted gilded long skirt: "What does your celebration have to do with me?"

It can be said.

In the entire Nanposo Continent, in the entire Demon Cult, there is only one person who dares to speak to Pope Ji Qixue in this way, and Ji Qixue has no way to deal with her.

It's not that there's nothing we can do.

All I can say is that Ji Qixue enjoys this kind of conversation atmosphere.

Since she ascended the throne of Pope for more than a hundred years, and even up to now for a full thousand years, the people around her always kneel before her and kowtow to her.

No one dared to blaspheme or shake her majesty. Those old monsters who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years were well aware of the terrifying woman before them. Although she looked weak and powerless, her scheming and methods were no weaker than those of the previous Demon Kings over the past ten thousand years.

When she first ascended the throne of Pope, some people questioned her ability and harshly criticized her actions, saying that she had not come to the position legitimately.

At that time, the young girl had already covered her eyes with a veil.

She was wearing a red dress, standing on the hundredth floor of the Demon Palace, looking down on everyone.

The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, and she is extremely charming.

"Do you know what the crime of offending your majesty is?"

"Nothing else, just killing all nine clans."

At the foot of the Hundred-Step Staircase, the elder remonstrator was puffing his beard and glaring, with a look of righteousness on his face.

"Ah, why do you old stubborn people always think that you can leave your name in history?" The young girl frowned and pointed at the historian beside her, saying, "I originally wanted to kill your ten clans, but now I have changed my mind. Not only will I not kill them, I will also use them... After you are labeled as a traitor and recorded in history forever."

The young Pope raised his lips slightly and said in a playful tone:

"Do you think that, in this case, there will be someone who will seek justice for you?"

The elder at the bottom of the stairs pointed at her and said tremblingly: "You...you..."

"Okay."

Then, the girl changed her attitude as if changing her face: "You are an old minister of the previous dynasty. As the new pope, I naturally have to listen to your opinions. What I said before was just a joke. Are you okay? Are you scared? Why are you so pale?"

She bit her fingers lightly and said calmly.

The tone was neither happy nor sad, just like the daily trivialities, without any change.

Maybe.

This method is nothing to some emperors.

But when the Pope said this, she was standing in front of hundreds of officials. She did not hide her power politics at all and displayed it openly in front of everyone.

Seems to be saying--

Where are those people who were questioning my abilities just now? Come out and let me see you.

There was no movement in the hall. All the officials bowed their heads and knelt, praising the Pope's wisdom.

Even the censor who first gave her advice knelt down with tears in his eyes.

Because the Demon Cult has welcomed a wise Pope.

The future will surely be prosperous.

This is indeed the case. During the period when Ji Qixue was in power, the Demon Cult grew at an almost rapid pace. The once remote lands were bathed in the power of the king, and the originally war-torn barbarians were slaughtered.

Sometimes she was merciful and willing to show kindness to the villagers, but sometimes she was cruel and killed tens of thousands of rebels alive.

No one could understand what the new monarch was thinking. She was like a real witch, doing everything according to her heart. But in the end, time would prove that everything she did was right.

The former adviser witnessed it all, and watched to see how long this young Pope of the Demon Cult could remain right.

He just keeps watching until now.

He is still watching too.

The purple-robed archbishop adjusted the gorgeous clothes around his neck, which symbolized his status as second to none, and knocked on the door.

The Pope's promise was heard in the room.

"Come in."

The old counselor pushed open the door and looked at Ji Siye standing in front of the Pope with an indifferent look on his face.

He rubbed his fingers gently, frowned slightly, and said sternly to Ji Siye, the "Si Ming" of the Demon Cult: "Si Ye, are you making the Pope angry again?"