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

"what?"

Jingyan drank the pear soup with a puzzled look on his face.

"money."

The Pope pointed at him, then at himself, and said, "Give it to me."

The Sutra says: “?”

What kind of cloud-based behavior is this?

Could it be that in this world, the higher the level of cultivation, the lower the moral character and the more likely they are to beggars?

Jing Yan shook his head in confusion: "No, as the Pope of the Demonic Cult, how could you travel without money?"

Ji Qixue also shook her head and retorted: "Yes, as the Pope of the Demonic Cult, do I need to carry money with me when I go out?"

That makes sense.

Jing Yan was speechless. Due to the other party's identity as the Pope, he could only take out a few silver dollars exchanged from the Demon Cult at the entrance from his sleeve and put them in Ji Qixue's hand.

"Spend sparingly. We in Qiu Shui don't have such thing as reimbursement. These are all my offerings."

"I know, I know. I will reward you a thousand times more at the banquet."

Ji Qixue waved her hand, shook the silver dollar in her hand as she passed Wen Youqing, and whispered, "Humph, buy it yourself if you want."

Wen Youqing stamped her feet in anger and followed her.

"So you drank my pear soup, are you going to tell me a story? If not, I will tell everyone in the entire South Poso Continent that their pope is a liar who cheated little women out of pear soup."

"That's what you said. I want to see how many people believe it."

Ji Qixue pursed her lips and ran towards the market.

Wen Youqing gritted his teeth angrily and followed.

Jing Yan looked at the two figures of similar height running out and sighed helplessly.

I wonder why it seems that anyone who comes in front of him becomes like a kindergarten kid, so noisy.

Is the talent of a kindergarten teacher still being utilized?

......

......

Wen Youqing followed Ji Qixue around the market for the entire afternoon.

There were no signs of aging on the Pope's face and she still looked young. In addition, she kept her eyes closed and did not carry any silk or veil, so ordinary vendors could not recognize her.

Her height was not much different from Wen Youqing's, so most people thought they were close friends. They thought it was some rich girl who brought her blind friend to the market, and there was a hint of pity in their eyes when they looked at Ji Qixue.

Even the snacks she was given became more numerous.

Originally a portion of twenty hawthorn candy balls was put in, but now they are fully filled and bulging out. A rough calculation shows that there are at least thirty of them.

So for the whole afternoon, Ji Qixue's little belly was filled up.

She patted her belly and said to Wen Youqing with satisfaction: "That's right. If you are stranded outside in the future, you can come to our Demon Palace to be my personal maid. I won't despise you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Youqing raised his head, which was originally biting the sauce cake, angrily, looked at the Pope and said angrily: "So you have been eating for the whole afternoon, and you still haven't told me what the story is!"

"You are a bad guy who deceives children!"

The Pope patted Wen Youqing on the head and said, "Didn't I buy the food? You just followed me to eat and drink for free."

"That's my master's money! My master's money is my money, so in the final analysis you are still eating my money!"

"Your words sound like you're hoping your master will drop gold coins soon..."

"No, you're just too mean!"

"OK OK."

Ji Qixue looked at Wen Youqing, whose eyes were slightly red, and decided not to tease her this time.

"When you attend the dinner, you will know the story."

"If you believe a bad woman, you will be struck by lightning."

"Humph."

Ji Qixue chuckled twice and did not refute.

Just waved his hand.

"What for?" Wen Youqing asked vigilantly, fearing that she would continue to lie to the child.

"Now that we have eaten and drunk enough, it's time to return to the palace."

Ji Qixue smiled and said, "Don't you want to hear a story?"

"Just follow me."

.......

......

The Demon Palace is even bigger than imagined.

Although from the outside it looks like just a magnificent palace suspended in the air, in fact, the suspended areas are connected to each other, and one only needs to activate spiritual power to teleport within the Demon Palace.

But ordinary guards and servants do not have this privilege.

The spiritual energy required for teleportation is very special. It needs pure demon blood to activate it. In the entire Nanposo Continent, there are only a dozen people who possess this blood, except Ji Qixue and Ji Siye.

They are all loyal to the demons.

Therefore, apart from these people, only those who hold the token can teleport to each other in the Demon Palace. This position is only available to those who are at least centurions in the Royal Guards, and their loyalty needs to be checked regularly.

In the Demon Palace, there is a long-standing rumor:

Perhaps the whole world will betray the Pope, but the Praetorian Guard will not. The Praetorian Guard will always be the Pope’s most loyal force, guarding the Pope’s safety.

"arrive."

Ji Qixue clapped his hands, looked at the towering black castle in front of him, and bowed slightly to Jingyan and Wen Youqing.

"This is my private court, but few people can come in and have dinner with me."

At this moment, she had put on her veil and returned to her previous noble and mysterious posture.

The Pope smiled and said:

"Please come in."

The future event that will shock the entire continent begins here.

Everything will inevitably go down the predetermined path.

203. The so-called tyrant

Wen Youqing stepped on the clean floor that was large enough to reflect the shadow of the ceiling.

On the left and right sides are bright candles, which are the fat of mermaids in the legend, enough to burn for a thousand years without going out.

But this is not what the Demon Cult gained by slaughtering the mermaids. On the contrary, Nanposo Continent is adjacent to the Endless Sea, and the Demon Cult and the mermaids share what they have and have a very good relationship.

These candles were given to the then Pope by the mermaids long, long ago, and have been burning to this day.

"Are all your demon courts so...gloomy?"

The Pope led the way in front, Jing Yan and Wen Youqing followed closely behind her. The girl looked left and right, shrank her head, and asked in a low voice.

The decoration here looks extremely cold, and even someone like Wen Youqing, who was a witch in her previous life, feels a little scared when looking at it.

"How can it be."

The Pope, who was walking in front, chuckled and said, "We are just getting started."

Wen Youqing secretly took out a half-bitten glutinous rice cake from his sleeve and took a small bite.

"Do you really have an appetite for a dinner party in a place like this?"

"This is not a direct passage to the banquet hall." The Pope raised his eyebrows and replied.

"Then where is this place?"

Jingyan frowned and asked the unpredictable Pope in front of him.

"This is a corridor imprinted with history. The thousands of years of the demon race are painted on one wall. Even the purple-robed cardinals are not qualified to set foot in this forbidden area." The Pope narrowed his eyes and replied, "Isn't this the story that little sister Youqing wants to hear? As the Pope of the Demon Cult, how can I break my promise? The story I'm talking about is just ahead. Just follow me and keep going forward."

Wen Youqing shook his head and looked around cautiously: "I don't want to listen to the story anymore, I want to eat!"

"Hehe, we have to move forward. After all, if you don't believe me, just look back."

The Pope snorted twice, without any intention of stopping Jingyan and Wen Youqing, but just asked them to look back.

Wen Youqing turned back in astonishment, only to find that the originally dark passage had somehow turned into a thick black, with no end in sight. It was like an abyss, and if one set foot in it, they would be swallowed by the darkness.

"You...what do you mean?!"

Wen Youqing asked the Pope angrily. She now felt that the other party had bad intentions. Could it be that this bad woman wanted to keep her and her master here forever?

"I didn't mean anything."

The Pope shook his head, no longer as innocent as he was during the day, and simply explained to the two of them:

"This corridor has another nickname, the 'Sea of ​​Bitterness'. The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and there is no shore even if you turn back. So once you step into this, you must walk straight ahead. Even I, the Pope, must abide by this rule."

The Pope sighed softly: "So I risked being advised by all the officials just to prepare an appetizer for you and let Sister Wen Youqing hear the legendary story. You actually scolded me. It really chilled my heart."

"You call this an 'appetizer'? And who wants an appetizer like this?"

Wen Youqing pouted and said angrily.

"Shhh."

The Pope showed a strange smile, her red lips seemed particularly bright. She looked at Wen Youqing and kept silent.

"We're almost there, so keep your voice down."

"You are the protagonist of this story."

"What do you mean?"

Wen Youqing was stunned, stopped in astonishment and asked the Pope.

But there was nothing in front of her.

The Pope, who had been walking in front of her, disappeared.

Just a thick darkness.

Wen Youqing felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart. She bit her lip and reached out her hand to her side, but found nothing.

She turned her head and found that her master was gone.

For a moment, black fog swept in from all around, bringing with it a constant feeling of dizziness. Wen Youqing felt that his soul was suffering from some kind of torture, as if it was being endlessly roasted in a raging fire.

But there was nothing unusual about her body.

This feeling was very strange, a bit like dizziness, but more confusing than dizziness. The girl chanted a heart-clearing mantra in her heart, and her consciousness gradually became clear.

I raised my eyes again and looked around, only to see darkness all around, unable to see anything.

She took two steps forward, and her boots made a clear echo in the hall. The echo was so clear and kept reverberating, as if she was the only one left in the world.

escape.

Her subconscious was telling her to run away.

But his legs seemed to be sucked deeply into the quagmire, unable to break free at all.

"Cough cough."

Following two clear sounds, two bright candles suddenly lit up. The light of the candles dispelled the darkness and illuminated Wen Youqing's eyes.

At the end of the candle, there is a holy light, hanging down from the distant sky, driving away the darkness.

Where the holy light fell, there was an old man in a purple robe with his brows lowered and his head nodded. In his hands he was respectfully holding a crown. The crown was sacred and could be expected from afar.

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