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

......

The Mad Pope looked at everything in front of him.

I just felt cold all over.

The sword that was stuck in her heart loosened a little at some point, and blood began to flow out of her chest.

The blood dripped down and fell into the open space.

Gradually accumulating, a small lake was formed.

On both sides of the lake, bouquets of flowers rose from the other side. The bouquets were gorgeous and beautiful beyond words.

The Mad Pope slowly closed his eyes.

She hoped that this time she would never wake up from her sleep again.

220. What’s the follow-up story?

Death is but a long sleep.

The moment he closed his eyes, the Mad Pope felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

She looked at the "Wen Youqing" of this life.

I remembered myself kneeling in the palace.

This life.

Master has protected himself so well.

Having never experienced any major storms, under the protection of her master, Wen Youqing was like a spoiled little princess whose life was too smooth.

It was too late for her to repent.

There is no such thing as turning back and making up for mistakes. Some things are lost and are lost forever. They can never be compensated and can never be obtained again.

The Mad Pope understood this truth on the night his master died.

Wen Youqing understood it at this moment.

She understood too late.

When the Crazy Pope was a child, he once asked his master.

What is regret?

The master rubbed her hair, thought for a long time, and answered seriously.

You can’t get what you want, and what you get is not what you want. You have it for a short time but lose it, and it will be difficult to find any trace of it again throughout your life.

It’s the same with Master.

Wen Youqing once had a master.

She just lost it.

After a brief possession, I felt its warmth, but then I gave it up without even a chance to regret.

From then on, the warmth faded away and we fell into a long cold night.

The same is true of the Mad Pope.

The same scene was played out again before her eyes, and she knew that she had no right to blame "herself" in this life.

Their fates were so similar, and the final result was that they were all condemned by everyone and were branded with an indelible infamy.

Is this also a punishment?

The Mad Pope felt severe pain all over his body. His originally numb body, which had been accustomed to pain, became extremely sensitive at this moment, and the bone-eroding pain surged like a tide.

The sword that pinned her to the throne reflected a long, dim light.

Blood kept flowing from her chest and she couldn't stop it. Her temperature was dropping rapidly and her limbs felt like they were falling into an icy cave.

But she couldn't die because she was already dead.

Is now the time for the soul to die?

The Mad Pope thought so.

Youyou closed her eyes.

As expected, no matter how I try, I am destined to be a lonely star.

if……

If only there had been an accident.

……

……

"and then?"

Wen Youqing asked the shadow in front of him.

She believed the words of the woman in front of her who called herself the "Mad Pope."

Because she...really saw her past life.

Wen Youqing had no reason not to believe what she said.

"You mean, you are me, I am you, and I am just your reincarnation?"

Wen Youqing lowered her eyes and asked softly to the person in front of her.

"Do not."

The Mad Pope raised his finger to his lips and denied it.

"You are you, and I am me. Everyone is unique. How can we confuse the two?"

"Then what is it that you are asking for? For my body? As long as I agree to it, you can take over my body and be reborn?"

Wen Youqing asked again warily.

"Do not."

The Mad Pope smiled.

"I am just a remnant soul. Even if I can control your body, it will only last for a few short days. Then my soul will fly away and disappear from this land. There will no longer be the Mad Pope in the world."

The shadow in front of him tilted his head.

Looking at Wen Youqing.

The eyes are gentle.

"then you……"

Wen Youqing paused, recalling the scene when he first met the Mad Pope.

There was a torrential black rain and blood was flowing slowly down the stairs, just like the night the Pope was assassinated.

The Mad Pope has been living in pain.

The look she gave him was so complicated, and the words she left for him were so obscure and difficult to understand.

"You can't hide from it."

Yes, she tried once, and she tried once in her previous life. Fate will always catch up with them and there is no escape.

This was the Mad Pope's realization over a long period of time. She was not cursing herself, she was just telling the truth, or, she was motivating herself.

Change your destiny for me.

That's what she meant.

But what does the phrase "exchange" mean?

Wen Youqing didn't understand, she looked up at the Mad Pope.

They do have a causal connection in past and present lives.

Before Wen Youqing could speak, the Mad Pope understood what she meant. He raised his pale lips slightly and answered the girl.

"Are you curious, since my soul will be shattered, why do I still want to exchange your body?"

The Mad Pope's eyes were sincere, and in the face of Wen Youqing's doubtful gaze, he gave her an answer that could not be refuted.

She was smiling, and her smile was so sad, helpless, yet so gentle.

"Because, I want to hug Master again."

"Even for a moment."

Wen Youqing was stunned.

Although this reason was so weak, Wen Youqing knew that she was telling the truth.

Because she remembered the grand ceremony in Nanposo Continent.

That sunny and grand afternoon.

Facing the scorching sun, the Mad Pope appeared beside her.

At that time, Wen Youqing didn't know her origins. She stood by the fence, looking at the towering sculptures, the solemn throne, and the Pope who was being worshipped by the people.

Wen Youqing thought she was watching these.

But in fact, where Wen Youqing couldn't see, her faint shadowy gaze was always looking at the man in white in front of her.

She didn't dare to get close.

Just from a distance, he stretched out his hands and opened his arms.

Hugging him from a distance.

Hugging his master.

This hug isolates distance, isolates time, isolates yin and yang...

It also separates the two of them.

Jingyan had no idea she existed.

The faint sunlight fell on the Mad Pope without leaving any shadow. Her illusory body was tinged with a soft light in Wen Youqing's eyes.

The expression is so sad.

If the Pope was willing to give up his soul just to truly embrace his Master again, Wen Youqing would believe it.

Because she would make the same choice.

"You are really a madman..."

Wen Youqing was silent for a long time and then spoke.

The Mad Pope puffed out his chest proudly.

"Thank you, thank you. I had already gone completely crazy that night, but you are not bad either. You are even worse than me."

"Ms. Witch."

“I used to be so humorous.”

Wen Youqing listened to the Mad Pope's teasing, smiled secretly, raised his head and looked at the shadow in front of him.

Tilted his head.

"and then?"

"What then?"

"What's the rest of the story?"

Wen Youqing looked at the Mad Pope, her eyes seemed to have turned back to the witch that everyone feared in her previous life, her eyes became unfamiliar: "You didn't fall asleep, right? What's the story behind it?"

"I thought I would be much slower in reaction without a soul."

The Mad Pope smiled and said:

"Yes, the story is not over yet."