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

"How could I lie to you?" Ji Qixue asked, biting her lip.

"You said the pet cats you cult keeps can do backflips!"

Wen Youqing continued, "You're lying. I've been here for so long and I haven't seen a single cat!"

The Sutra says: “?”

Ji Qixue: “?”

My child, you have misunderstood something.

Ji Qixue didn't know what to say for a moment. She could only sigh in her heart at Wen Youqing's stupidity. She didn't expect that she had planned so much but only forgot the joke she had casually said to liven up the atmosphere.

But Wen Youqing was right. In the entire huge Demon Palace, there was really not a single cat to be found.

After all, this is an important place of the Vatican.

So the Pope just raised his chin and gave an awkward yet beautiful smile.

She was wearing a red dress, like a bright red spider lily swaying in the gray fog.

She looked at Wen Youqing and seemed to feel that the girl in front of her had become different - in Ji Qixue's expectations, Wen Youqing was very eager for this soul and spirit, but now she was giving it to them.

That's it...

He is worthy of being called "Wen Youqing".

Ji Qixue smiled, the gray fog retracted, and the pendant was hidden in the darkness again.

But she didn't know one thing.

If something doesn't belong to you, no matter how hard you try to get it, it is destined not to belong to you.

But it is yours, no matter how you try to avoid it, it will appear next to you by chance.

This is fate.

......

Subsequent banquets became much simpler.

The Pope did not say much, but just ate the delicious food on the table, and even the Holy Father was a little worried.

Ji Qixue is very popular. She has a great figure, without any extra fat, and no extra baby fat on her cheeks. She is cool, aloof and superior.

But...will she really not get indigestion if she eats so much?

Jingyan thought with some doubt.

Wen Youqing's personality was not simple either. She was very reserved for a while, but then she relaxed and tasted the dishes in front of her, with her eyes lighting up from time to time.

Looks really delicious.

Jing Yan had no intention of eating. He just sipped the tea in front of him. After seeing Jing Yan's behavior, Ji Qixue angrily scolded, "Are you really afraid that I will poison you!"

In short, the final result of this confusing banquet was that both the host and the guests had a great time.

It seemed as if Ji Qixue held this banquet just to give Wen Youqing a pendant.

Later on, Ji Qixue really couldn't eat anymore, so she started chatting with Wen Youqing about Qiu Shui's swordsmanship. After her constant persuasion, Wen Youqing demonstrated her swordsmanship at the banquet, which drew the Pope's applause.

She smiled with her eyes narrowed, her eyes full of light.

The Pope of Nanposo Continent is a strange woman. This is Jingyan’s conclusion. Until the end, he did not understand why Ji Qixue did this and what her purpose was.

"Qiu Shui's swordsmanship is well-deserved."

Ji Qixue sat in the main seat, looking at the blue-dressed girl dancing with a sword below the stage from afar, praising her softly.

"Of course, this is what my master taught me."

Wen Youqing was so arrogant that he put his hands on his hips and sat back in his seat.

"But our Demonic Sect is not bad either. We once had a pope who mastered a set of sword techniques that could be used by kings to subdue ministers and shock ghosts and gods." Ji Qixue was a little regretful: "It's a pity that it has been lost now."

She looked at Wen Youqing, as if she was looking at a familiar figure, and sighed.

"The rest is up to you."

"what?"

Wen Youqing was puzzled and asked.

"nothing."

The Pope shook his head, stood up from his seat, and announced: "Then this banquet is over. Are you satisfied?"

She didn't even give Jing Yan and Wen Youqing a chance to answer, and said to herself, "Anyway, I'm very satisfied."

She took a step forward and came in front of Wen Youqing.

The black veil covered her eyes, and the Pope raised his white swan-like neck and leaned close to Wen Youqing's ear.

Said softly:

"The so-called pope is actually a person who has nothing, but he wants to give everything he has, to win battle after battle, to either win everything or lose miserably."

Ji Qixue looked into Wen Youqing's eyes.

"This time, you won't hesitate or fail again, right?"

Wen Youqing was speechless. The Pope in front of her almost revealed her identity. She didn't understand the other party's purpose in doing this.

Even the Mad Pope doesn't understand.

Ji Qixue ignored Wen Youqing's answer and didn't care about her answer. She stood on tiptoe, as relaxed as the Mad Pope walking in the rainstorm.

She came in front of Jingyan.

Jing Yan sat in the same place and Ji Qixue stood in front of him, so from Jing Yan's perspective, she was looking down at him from above.

Ji Qixue tilted her head and asked like a child.

"You'll remember me, won't you?"

"It's hard for me not to remember you." Jing Yan replied helplessly.

After all, it would be impossible to forget a Pope with such a unique personality.

"That's good."

Ji Qixue smiled, her smile was so peaceful. The woman seemed to have made up her mind. She moved in front of Jingyan so quickly that even Jingyan didn't have time to react.

Ice and cold.

It's a kiss.

She kissed Jingyan on the forehead, just like a kiss from the gods bestowing blessings upon the world.

Without waiting for Jing Yan to say anything, Ji Qixue just quietly returned to her own throne.

Looking at everything in front of me, my hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She picked up her knife and fork and tapped it against the silver plate.

"Well, dinner is over."

"Let's say goodbye now."

She seemed to have made up her mind, her voice was so firm.

......

......

Jing Yan and Wen Youqing walked out of the banquet restaurant.

The dinner is over.

She barely cracked a joke until the second half of the dinner, when the pope grew increasingly serious.

Did eating make you silent?

Wen Youqing was trembling slightly as she recalled what the Pope whispered in her ear before he left.

They walked through the garden and came to the gate leading to the Demon Palace, and were about to leave.

In the deep darkness far away, the sound of distant bells was heard.

The heavy sound of the bell pierced through the dark night sky.

A total of twenty-seven times.

In an instant, the entire Nanposo Continent seemed to wake up from sleep, and even the dark palace behind it began to emit faint light.

Wen Youqing turned around.

See Ji Siye wearing a purple robe.

And the hundreds of guards standing beside her.

In the darkness, Ji Siye's eyes were a little red, and he looked like he had been crying.

Wen Youqing was about to speak when Ji Siye spoke first.

She was appointed as the leader of the Royal Guard by Ji Qixue before that event, so she had the authority to ensure the Pope's safety and command all the guards.

She didn't want to see Jingyan, but for some reason, at this moment, she appeared in front of Jingyan first.

"Catch these two guys!"

She gave orders to the guards around her.

Wen Youqing looked at her with a puzzled look.

Ji Siye spoke with red eyes.

The reasons he gave were exactly the same as those announced to the world by the group of regicides back then.

"The Pope was assassinated...passed away..."

256. Life Candle

There were dark clouds outside the window and an invisible mist was hanging in the dark room.

The wind is exceptionally strong tonight and it’s going to rain soon.

It was a rainstorm.

Ji Siye sat in the ancestral hall of the Demon Palace, looking at the quietly burning candles, one hand on his cheek and the other hand idly drawing something on the floor.

The burning candles are always bright and are the life lamps of all the officials of the Holy See. When someone dies, the candles in the shrine will dim, and someone from the Holy See will come out to take over his duties - this has been the case for thousands of years.

Only monks of noble status are qualified to come to this ancestral temple to collect spirits. Outsiders have no chance to enter at all. But Ji Siye is different. She is Sima Ming, the future Pope of the Demon Cult, and the adopted daughter of the current Pope. Therefore, there is almost no place in the entire Demon Palace that she cannot go. Almost all guards will turn a blind eye when they see her.

What's more, Ji Siye is the guard tonight.

Before Ji Qixue's ceremony began, she appointed Ji Siye as the commander of the royal guard, responsible for protecting her safety.

Therefore, Ji Siye could walk around the entire Demon Palace with impunity, and almost no one cared about her.

Now, it is Ji Siye's turn, but she doesn't want to hang around the Demon Palace and just do her duty.

Because she knew Ji Qixue's strength.

What a joke, let me protect your safety?

You, an old thing who has lived for thousands of years, need the protection of a Yuanying cultivator like me? You are kidding me!

Ji Siye pouted angrily and stared at the flame of the candle at the top of the ancestral hall that symbolized the Pope's life. He wondered if something interesting would happen in Nanposo Continent if he quietly extinguished the flame.

I guess that woman Ji Qixue must be very busy, right?

Ji Siye thought with ill intention.

As for caring about the Pope's safety, Ji Siye did not have any such extra plans. She was a reborn person, and Ji Qixue was alive and well in her previous life, so there were no such many accidents.

Even if there were any accidents, it would probably take the great assassins of the Gods, the famous swordsmen of the human race, and the Beast King of the Orcs to cause some "small accidents".

By then, it would no longer be a problem that she, a small god of destiny, could solve. After all, it would still be up to those old men in the court and that bad woman the Pope to take action. She, Ji Siye, only needed to wave her hands and let Na'vi cheer on, and her main goal was to take advantage of the situation.

Protecting the Pope's safety is such an easy job, so simple and easy.

As Ji Siye was thinking, he recalled Ji Qixue's appearance at today's ceremony. Although she did not attend the event as Sima Ming Zhijie, she stood among the crowd below the stage, looking up at the almighty Pope.