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

In an instant, the noise in the originally bustling square became so deafening that you could hear a pin drop.

It’s not that the voices stopped.

But reality slows down here.

Jing Yan looked around in surprise and found that everything around him had stopped, whether it was the distant floating clouds or the fluttering falling leaves, everything, had stopped at this moment.

This is a domain, a supernatural power that only a very small number of top Mahayana cultivators can comprehend.

The Pope's cultivation is not much inferior to that of Taoist Lingxu!

Jingyan's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the Pope who was silencing himself with his finger raised on the podium, his brain thinking rapidly.

Why did she do this? What was her purpose? Now there were only him and the Pope in this area. Why did she want to...

Just as he was thinking, Wen Youqing beside him pulled his sleeve.

He asked quietly, "Master, what's going on?"

The girl asked with a worried look on her face.

Jing Yan was slightly stunned and looked at Wen Youqing beside him, only to find that he and the Pope were not the only ones in this area, even Wen Youqing was implicated.

"Your Holiness, what can I do for you?"

Jing Yan did not answer Wen Youqing, but looked forward vigilantly, looking at the woman with a slightly raised smile on her lips.

I feel she is extremely dangerous.

"Qiu Shui...Jing Yan?"

Ji Qixue put down her finger, chuckled and said to Jing Yan: "Am I remembering correctly?"

Her voice is lively and filled with a bewitching charm that can make people bewildered, and every tone of her voice perfectly highlights the word "witch".

"Your Highness, I am not mistaken. But what is your intention in using this method to bind me during the celebration today?"

Jing Yan frowned slightly, but still did not dare to let his guard down.

"Oh, I mean no harm."

Ji Qixue smiled.

"Did the Archbishop give you the invitation to the dinner?"

Jing Yan was stunned, touched the invitation letter in his pocket, and nodded: "That's right."

"That's good. The archbishop is old and has forgotten some things." Ji Qixue narrowed her eyes and asked Xiang Jingyan with a smile.

He said slowly:

"what dishes do you like to eat?"

"what?"

Jing Yan was stunned.

"Why are you surprised?" Ji Qixue frowned. "I invited you to the dinner today, but because of the Archbishop's negligence, I forgot to ask you what your favorite flavors are and whether you have any dietary restrictions, so I had to solve the problem. I took advantage of this opportunity to meet you and asked you if you have any questions."

"what?"

Jing Yan was stunned again.

What the hell? This Pope has been maintaining this cool and mysterious attitude for such a long time, why did he suddenly change his style?

"Hurry up and tell me. I am doing this to save trouble. When you are done, I will tell the cook to prepare it directly. You don't know how much spiritual energy I consume every moment to maintain this field."

The Pope said somewhat unhappily.

"Uh......"

Jing Yan blinked and said in confusion, "All right?"

"Give me a positive answer," the Pope said seriously.

"That......"

Jing Yan hesitated for a moment and added.

“Don’t eat cilantro?”

"okay."

The Pope smiled sweetly and turned his gaze to Wen Youqing behind Jing Yan.

197. Dessert Ice Cream

The Pope is looking at himself.

Even though there was a black veil over her eyes, Wen Youqing was very sure.

She had heard of the Pope's great name in her previous life. This man of demon bloodline named Ji Qixue possessed the ability to peek into the future.

However, all these things were heard from hearsay when she was about to become famous. At that time, the Pope had already abdicated and handed over the position of Pope to Ji Siye.

Ji Siye didn't talk much about her adoptive mother, but judging from their attitudes, although Ji Siye and Ji Qixue seemed a little cold on the surface, they actually cared about each other.

Yesterday, on the clock tower, Wen Youqing asked Ji Siye:

Do you still want to be the Pope in this life?

Ji Siye just smiled, looked at the endless houses in the holy city, and responded softly.

"I don't want it."

Wen Youqing asked again: "Why?"

"Because the old woman the Pope is clearly capable and energetic enough." Ji Siye narrowed his eyes and looked at the scorching sun above his head: "She just wanted to take a break, so she handed such a tiring mess to me and live a new life. I don't want to continue to work so hard."

"If she wants to abdicate, she has to ask me if I agree. At worst, she can just run away from home."

Ji Siye spread his hands and said capriciously.

and so.

When the Pope's eyes turned to him, Wen Youqing's heart couldn't help but tremble violently twice.

After all, she can see the future, and who knows what dirty things she might see. It would be bad if she saw her past.

Fortunately, the Pope did not say much, but just turned his head and asked Jingyan.

"Is this your disciple?"

"Yes." Jing Yan nodded and replied, "Her name is Wen Youqing, and her talent is not inferior to mine."

Do not know why.

Wen Youqing always felt that when her master said the three words of her name, the Pope was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he was shocked by her name.

But when she looked back again, she found that the Pope's face was normal, without any emotion.

Could it be that I saw it wrong?

Wen Youqing frowned.

"Wen... Youqing."

The Pope whispered these three words, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly:

"What a nice name."

"Thank you, Your Holiness."

Wen Youqing hid behind Jing Yan and answered timidly.

Ji Qixue's eyelashes curled and she bent down with a smile, as if she wanted to see Wen Youqing's appearance more clearly.

"So, Youqing, what do you like to eat?"

She asked kindly, like a gentle mother.

Wen Youqing's brain crashed again, and she thought, who are you? Who am I? Do I know you in this life? Did I know you in the last life? Why do you want to be so close to me?

And what's with this kind-hearted aura you have? It makes her shy!

Therefore, Wen Youqing could only answer in a low voice:

"I love to eat anything my master cooks."

"This is really difficult for me."

Ji Qixue smiled and looked at Jing Yan jokingly: "If they knew that I forced your master to enter my Demon God Palace just to be a cook, your Qiu Shui's ancestors would definitely come to our Nanposo Continent to question us. It would be difficult to explain then."

As she spoke, she looked at Jing Yan again, her red lips slightly raised: "Don't you agree, Young Master Jing Yan?"

"Um......"

Jing Yan blinked, wondering how the conversation ended up talking about cooking, so he sighed slightly and replied to the Pope:

"Your Highness, please stop joking. What exactly do you want to talk to us about? If it concerns us, Qiu Shui, then as a junior, I have no right to make decisions."

It’s not surprising that Jing Yan thought so.

After all, the Pope had just announced a war with the gods and invited me to a dinner party that evening. If I said there was nothing wrong, Jing Yan wouldn't believe it.

What's more, Jingyan is from Qiu Shui, and Qiu Shui is one of the most important gateways for Nanposo Continent to advance to the north. In addition, the ambiguous attitude between Patriarch Lingxu and the Pope makes it difficult for Jingyan not to think too much.

"nothing much."

Ji Qixue shook her head and chuckled, "Really, I just want to have a meal with you two, master and disciple."

"Hongmen Banquet?"

Jing Yan asked cautiously.

"Are you kidding me? Qiu Shui is not a pushover. If we knew that you two juniors were being bullied here, wouldn't it be a loss for us?"

Ji Qixue shook her head again and said seriously, "Anyway, apart from not eating coriander, you don't have any dietary restrictions, right?"

Jing Yan was silent for a moment and nodded.

He was unsure of the Pope's attitude at the moment, so he had to give up.

"Great."

Ji Qixue stretched out her arm and said to Jing Yan: "If you say you don't like sweet ice cream, it will make me very distressed."

"Ah?" Jing Yan was stunned: "Why?"

"Nonsense, because I like to eat!" Ji Qixue glanced at her head: "If the guests don't want to eat, I can't ask the people to prepare these dishes. After all, the Pope has dignity. How can he eat desserts and ice cream all day long?"

The sutra says: "......"

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the Pope in front of him was not actually that scary and mysterious. On the contrary, her heart was not much different from that of the little girl.

"Okay, that's all for you guys. I have to continue the celebration."

Ji Qixue saw Jing Yan's speechless look and was afraid that he would regret it, so he waved his hand and excluded Jing Yan and Wen Youqing from his territory.

......

......

Until Jing Yan and Wen Youqing disappeared.

Ji Qixue slowly retracted her smile, the curve at the corners of her lips became flat, and her temperament became ethereal and mysterious again.

It was obvious that she was just pretending to the person in front of her.

She lowered her head slightly and whispered three words.

"Wen...You...Qing."

There was a mixture of light and darkness in Ji Qixue's invisible eyes, as if she was thinking about something, or looking at something.

Finally, she let out a long sigh.

"Is this okay?"

She asked herself.

No one knew what she was asking, and no one knew how to answer her.

She just stood there quietly.