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

"My fate is not even willing to grant me eternal sleep."

221. It's hard to end

What this world lacks the least is surprises.

During her long sleep, the Mad Pope did not wake up for a long time. Maybe she couldn't wake up, or maybe she didn't want to wake up. Who knows?

The puddle formed by her flowing blood was no longer the puddle it once was, but a blood swamp. The swamp was filled with red spider lilies, which looked fantastic and gorgeous.

It’s just that the Mad Pope had never seen it with his own eyes.

An unknown amount of time had passed before even the chains that once bound her began to loosen, until one day, the chains that connected the black tower became shaky and fell off completely.

The Mad Pope woke up uncontrollably.

Her face was pale and she raised her head. Years of blood loss had left her without any strength.

The Mad Pope raised his head and saw his Master's face again.

Is this another reincarnation?

This idea popped into her mind.

It's just another cycle of fate. No matter what, the identity of "Wen Youqing" will never escape the fate of being doomed to fail.

"One day, you fall into a secret realm, and three other people are traveling with you..."

The master was talking about some obscure and difficult questions, and for some reason the Crazy Pope felt that these words were so familiar.

"The first one is the mysterious old man in black robe..."

"The second one is a down-and-out passionate young man..."

"The third young man invited is even more important..."

The Mad Pope frowned.

She vaguely remembered that her master had said exactly the same things during the life of the "witch" Wen Youqing that she had seen.

Could it be...this isn't another reincarnation?

The Mad Pope raised her head. For some reason, a glimmer of expectation arose in her heart. She felt that "Wen Youqing" in this life would have a different ending.

The Mad Pope looked at Wen Youqing.

At this moment, she was frowning, biting her beautiful lips lightly with her pearly teeth, and her beautiful face was full of hesitation.

The Mad Pope could even hear her inner thoughts——

"What should I do? These guys don't look like good people. How about I take the initiative and kill them all?"

Mad Pope: “??!”

There's something wrong with this Wen Youqing. He's so advanced in thought at such a young age, and has turned completely evil - even the Mad Pope's own personality turned evil after his master's death. Is Wen Youqing progressing so fast in this life?

Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Ninety percent or even ten percent wrong.

The Mad Pope became interested. Although the chains still penetrated her body, they no longer locked her tightly to the throne, so she stopped sleeping and began to observe Wen Youqing's daily life.

"Wait."

Wen Youqing cleared his throat and asked nervously.

"You really can see everything, including my thoughts?"

"Don't worry, I've also had the idea of ​​becoming a Taoist couple with Master and spending every day and night having fun, so I won't laugh at you."

The Mad Pope looked at Wen Youqing, whose face was flushed, and chuckled before continuing to tell his story.

Not much time passed.

The Mad Pope clearly realized one thing.

This was not a new reincarnation, but the Wen Youqing from her previous life came back to life again.

The Mad Pope did not understand how this was achieved. As the Pope of the Nanposo Demon Cult, she had consulted countless ancient books treasured in the demon cult, but had not found any magic that could reverse time.

Perhaps, this kind of heaven-defying martial art does not exist in this world?

The Mad Pope sighed regretfully. It was a pity that she fell asleep too early in her previous life and had no idea what happened afterwards.

What did Luo Li say to Wen Youqing, what did they do, what did they change...

These crazy popes know nothing.

She only knew that Wen Youqing had become even more stupid in this life. She herself was missing a soul and a spirit, and the missing soul was the Mad Pope himself. As a result, the more sober the Mad Pope was, the more confused Wen Youqing became.

This resulted in her losing ground in the confrontation with Luo Li.

The only thing that made the Mad Pope feel a little relieved was that Wen Youqing in this life seemed to realize the side effects of her previous martial arts. She did not choose to practice her previous martial arts again, but instead looked for another way. Although her practice speed was not as fast as in her previous life, she relied on her own extraordinary talent for practice, so that her practice progress did not fall behind too much.

Accidents have a name.

It was called a miracle.

Could it be that, in this life, Wen Youqing can really change his destiny and live a happy and smooth life?

She just watched quietly.

Watching the girl's peaceful daily life.

Everything has changed compared to the previous life. Although the Mad Pope often covers his head and sighs, he doesn't know what to say to his senior and junior sisters who only know how to fight among themselves but don't know that their master had already been stolen from their homes.

This is more than just a lack of soul and spirit, this is a lack of heart and mind!

Of course, at this moment, the Mad Pope did not say these words to Wen Youqing. After all, Wen Youqing in this life is not herself. With the mentality of watching the fun, she is looking forward to the day when Wen Youqing discovers the truth herself.

must......

Fun.

Days like this should continue in this dull way until the year Wen Youqing becomes an adult.

She didn't know why, but she could see herself in her dreams.

The Mad Pope was also shocked. This was a development she had never expected.

She once hesitated whether to tell Wen Youqing everything, but in the end she swallowed back what she wanted to say.

She didn't want Wen Youqing to know about these sad past events. The child was already stupid enough, and maybe it was good that he was heartless. Talking about these things would only add to his sadness.

However, all this was disrupted by one person.

That is Ji Qixue, the current Pope of the Nanposo Demon Cult.

She should be considered his junior, even if she succeeded the throne passed down by those regicides. However, Ji Qixue and the Mad Pope are both Popes after all. The Mad Pope could see at a glance how serious her thoughts were and how complicated her calculations were.

She is planning something.

That's exactly what happened.

She revealed her past to Wen Youqing, forcing the Mad Pope to come forward and explain to her.

Even at this point, the Mad Pope had no idea what Ji Qixue was planning.

"You mean, the current Pope?"

Wen Youqing tilted his head and looked at the Mad Pope in front of him, asking, "Does she have a purpose for inviting us to the dinner?"

“It’s hard to not have a purpose.”

The Mad Pope sighed.

Both of them were popes of the evil cult, although not in the same period, but the Mad Pope was very clear about what kind of education she had received and her extraordinary methods.

Although he didn't know what she wanted, the Mad Pope understood that this was a game between the new and old Popes.

She took a deep breath.

He warned Wen Youqing:

"must be careful."

"Oh."

Wen Youqing nodded, a hint of innocence flashing in her eyes.

"So, how can I be careful?"

"Then why are you asking me? I am just a remnant soul, and I will disappear if I disappear."

The Mad Pope spread his hands.

"And now, it's time for you to wake up."

"You've been asleep for too long. If you don't wake up, the dinner will be over soon."

Wen Youqing: "Ah?"

She asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

"That's what I mean." Looking at the brainless Wen Youqing in front of him, the Mad Pope sighed helplessly.

"If you don't wake up, your master will draw his sword on the Pope."

"By that time, it will be difficult to end it."

222. Dinner begins

In front of you is a sumptuous feast, prepared by the royal chef of the Demon God Palace, which brings together the most precious delicacies from all over the world. Each dish has the effect of strengthening the body and improving qi and blood.

But Jingyan had no mood to taste it.

At this moment, he was sitting in the guest seat, facing the Pope from afar at the long dining table, while Wen Youqing was held in her arms, in a deep coma.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.

Jing Yan didn't know the Pope's level of cultivation, but he thought that a monk who could ascend to the Pope's throne would not be weak.

There should be someone who is half as strong as Tang Jiusheng as Ouyang Yun.

Therefore, Jing Yan was very clear that with his own divine cultivation, if he wanted to cause any actual harm to the Pope, it would be like a floating tree.

But it doesn't matter.

He can shake people.

Jingyan held the nameplate given to him by Yunsu tightly in his hand, pretending to be ready to crush it at any time.

But in fact, he was just trying to intimidate the Pope and prevent her from doing anything wrong. After all, once Yun Su left the Sword Domain, the divine swords all over the mountain would be unable to be suppressed, and thus would ascend and lead out of the Heavenly Gate. Yun Su would be summoned by the Heavenly Gate again to ascend.

This time, it’s not like the last time when we were able to break through the Heavenly Gate.

Ji Qixue sat on the chair, looking at Jing Yan in front of him with a smile on her face, and said softly to comfort him:

"Hey, why are you so nervous? I can't eat you alive, can I?"

Nonsense, who knows whether you have the custom of cannibalism in Nanposo Continent. Although you act in an upright manner, your name is the Demon Sect after all. You would be unworthy of the name if you don’t come up with some dark magic.

Jingyan thought silently, feeling a little worried.

"What? You actually hesitated. You don't think I really would eat people, do you?" Ji Qixue pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth with her hands, putting on an exaggerated acting performance.

"Although we do have some slightly evil magic in our demon sect, most of them are about lust, illusion, and lovemaking. To be honest, they are just to make you want to die and be devoured. That kind of barbaric behavior of eating raw meat and drinking blood has long been abandoned, okay?"

Ji Qixue frowned and said seriously:

"Swallowing true energy is much more efficient than swallowing flesh and blood, okay?!"

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

Who wants to discuss this kind of thing with you seriously? What else can I say? Why are you, the high and mighty Pope, explaining these strange things like a succubus? !

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

Ji Qixue snapped her fingers, as if she suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said:

"I have no ill will towards the handsome guy with perfect looks. You'd better not get excited and shake your master over here, otherwise I don't know how this will end. After all, he is a cultivator who can even kill Tianmen. I'm afraid that I will faint if I'm not careful, which is embarrassing."

Although what she said sounded fearful.