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

"Ah?" Wen Youqing was stunned: "What do you think?"

"I do not know."

The mysterious woman shook her head. “I just think she and I are the same kind of people, weird people, good at hiding, and without an ending.”

Speaking of it.

Wen Youqing swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly:

"You said you have no ending, but who are you? Why did you appear in my dream? Do you know this Pope?"

"You have so many questions."

The woman stretched, revealing her horrific, bloody wounds. The chains were still connected to her body, as if they could drag her back to the dark, rainy night at any time.

"I'm sleepy."

She yawned, and some scarlet liquid came out from the corners of her eyes.

"you......"

Wen Youqing was about to ask further questions, but unexpectedly the other party just shook his hand.

"No need to send me off. Go ahead and get busy. The promise I made to you is still valid. When you need me, just say something in your mind and I will appear by your side."

"By the way, I don't know why, but the chains on me have loosened a lot recently. Maybe I've been awake a lot more often than before. Can I come out and play at some point?"

"No, who are you?"

Wen Youqing asked hurriedly.

"Yawn~ I'm so sleepy. Good night. Sweet dreams."

The woman avoided Wen Youqing's question, shook her hand, and her figure disappeared in front of her.

......

.......

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

Thousands of demon troops waved their weapons in unison, pointing straight to the north.

Like Pegasus, winged cavalrymen walked across the red carpet that spread out from the statue.

Ji Qixue just watched quietly.

The most elite army in the Demon Cult is the Royal Guard commanded by the Pope himself.

In addition, there are armies commanded by generals. Each of these generals is a battle-hardened commander, most of whom have reached the Mahayana realm, and only a few maintain the peak of Hedao.

But at the peak of Hedao, he is also a force that cannot be underestimated on the battlefield.

During these thousand years, Ji Qixue has been making plans.

Although the Pope seemed to take her power lightly in the court, in fact, the army of the Demon Cult had already been completely infiltrated by her loyal soldiers who had been trained for a long time.

Over the years, she has been reorganizing the Southern Barbarians and training the army, and now on the day of celebration, the strength of the Demon Cult will surely shock the continent.

Even those old and outdated ministers were shocked by the army before them. They had never thought that one day they would see such a powerful army. This was a vision that several popes before Ji Qixue had never been able to realize.

As the sound of armor became more and more exciting, the people of the entire Demon Cult under the platform became even more excited. They shouted the word "Pope" and praised the Pope for eternity.

But I don’t know why.

At this moment, Ji Qixue was not happy at all.

She withdrew her gaze from the direction of Wen Youqing, stood alone on the platform, and pursed her lips.

Whether it was because of excitement or something else, her palms clenched and trembled slightly.

It is hard to imagine that Ji Qixue would do this.

She thought she had long been accustomed to being calm and composed.

But at this moment, her mood was still slightly disturbed.

She shook her head slightly, took a step forward, looked down at the army below the platform, looked at the people celebrating their promotion, and looked at Nanposozhou which remained the same as always.

The red lips rose slightly.

"Following the will of our ancestors, we, the descendants of the expelled, will return to our former homeland and seek justice from those 'gods' who have committed heinous crimes against all living things and yet still regard themselves as superior to others."

"Times have changed. It's time for them to taste the wrath of revenge."

“Tora-tora-tora!”

Thousands of soldiers below the stage struck their weapons, making a deafening sound.

The sound was as unstoppable as a wave.

"Soldiers of the three armies, listen to my orders."

"Follow the will of heaven and raise our army today!"

"Long live His Holiness the Pope!"

I don't know who started it.

This tiny sound was so deafening at this moment.

Then, the people around him shouted along with the voice, and the voice spread quickly among the crowd.

The enthusiastic people praised and blessed the wisdom of His Holiness the Pope.

Even the thousands of soldiers in the army were inspired by that voice.

They knelt on one knee, supported their weapons with one hand, and chanted in unison:

"Long live His Holiness the Pope!"

"Ah."

Ji Qixue's mouth curled up slightly.

She couldn't respond in public.

She simply held up her crown and slowly walked to the throne that symbolized the most honorable cult.

Sit down slowly.

I thought to myself with some self-mockery——

"For thousands of years?"

"There is no one in the world who is immortal. Even the way of heaven will perish one day, right?"

And herself.

It is just a spark in the burning firewood.

Sooner or later it will disappear.

200. The Pope is a bad woman

"Master, are we really going?"

When the celebration ended and the sun gradually darkened, Wen Youqing and Jing Yan walked on the path of the holy city.

Wen Youqing was filled with worry, but couldn't show it on the surface. She could only think about it while tugging at Jingyan's clothes, looking hesitant as if to say, "Master, why don't you give it some more thought."

Jing Yan took Wen Youqing's hand and asked, "Why, you don't want to go?"

"no no."

Wen Youqing waved his hand, blinked his eyes, and pretended to be "I can go, but I can also not go, but it's best not to go", and replied to Jingyan:

"Let's just go like this... isn't that rude?"

What a lame excuse.

Wen Youqing tapped his head gently, thinking how stupid he was. How could it take him so long to come up with such an unconvincing excuse?

Ok.

She's come clean, she's not pretending anymore!

She just didn't want to attend this dinner.

The reason is also very simple.

Because Wen Youqing had never had any dealings with the Pope in his previous life, when he met him today, he found that things were a little beyond his expectations.

This Pope doesn't look like an easy person to deal with. She looks like a bad woman at first glance, and with the mysterious woman tied up with chains next to her, the whole thing gives off a strong sense of unusualness.

Who knows what unprecedented crisis will arise!

This unsecured risk is totally unnecessary!

As long as the master stays by my side obediently and doesn't get involved in such events that are obviously full of conspiracy, he will definitely be safe!

But it would not work to say it so clearly. Wen Youqing could not explain to his master why he knew so much.

So...how can I express my views to Master in a tactful way?

The clever Wen Youqing fell into deep thought.

Jingyan is also thinking.

Think about whether you should give a gift at all.

After all, before he left, Taoist Lingxu did not prepare any gifts for him. After all, he was just an audience member. But now he is going to someone's house for dinner, it would be impolite not to prepare some gifts!

Oh no, no one has ever taught him about the ways of the world!

"Master, please think about it again. Do you really want to go?"

Wen Youqing is still expressing his own views, advocating that one should develop slowly and not waste time.

But unfortunately, her chat channel is different from Jingyan's.

Jing Yan thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Indeed, Master, my offerings are not high. I have already handed them over to your master. Now I can't even afford a presentable gift."

Wen Youqing: “?”

"Are you thinking of a gift?"

Just as Jingyan said this, a woman's light voice suddenly came from beside him. He turned back in surprise, only to find that the Pope had appeared beside him at some point.

She was wearing a casual dress instead of the luxurious dress she wore for today's celebration. The veil on her face was also taken off. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like a blind person.

This kind of attire does not attract attention, not to mention that ordinary people may not know what the reclusive Pope looks like.

“Teach… teach…”

Jingyan shouted in surprise, but before he could say it, the Pope stretched out his finger and gently placed it on Jingyan's lips.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let others find out."

"no......"

Wen Youqing and Jing Yan were both at a loss. They did not expect that the unattainable Pope at noon would appear on the street corner of the holy city at this time and stay with them.

What does she want to do?

"I know what you want to ask."

The Pope's voice was very soft, and the scent of the incense on her body was very pleasant, a simple and fresh scent that conflicted with each other yet blended perfectly, which was in line with her holy and magical feeling.

"The Pope won't stay in the Demon Palace forever. Isn't it normal for him to change his clothes and go out to play occasionally?" The Pope stood on tiptoe, raised his red lips slightly, and whispered in Jingyan's ear: "I know you can't find the way, so I came to pick you up."

Jing Yan smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, do you...need to come and pick us up in person?"

"Nonsense, in the Demon Palace, everyone has something to do."

The Pope raised his eyebrows. "The guards have to inspect the safety of the Demon Palace, the chefs have to prepare the ingredients for the dinner, and the gardeners have to prune the lush and abrupt branches... After looking around, who else in the entire Demon Palace has the most idle person except me, His Holiness the Pope?"

"So, I am the only one who will lead you to the dinner venue, right?"

His Holiness the Pope said something that sounded reasonable, but upon closer inspection it was full of loopholes.

Even though she looked serious when she said these words, she didn't look like she was lying.

But Jingyan couldn't help but feel that his brain was being pressed against the wall by the Pope's flawed theories.