I’m Always the Villain - Chapter 134

The sky was misty, and the fish belly was still white in the distance.

Hale stood under the icy shower, the water falling on him, scrambling to run down the bulging tendons.

A few light red marks could still be seen on his wrist, Hull turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, revealing the hideous red marks on his back.

The fingernails on Sang Jiuchi’s hands are not long, so why are they so deep?

And I didn’t even feel it when I grabbed him.

The image just now filled his mind, and the redness on Hull’s face spread all the way to his neck.

The burning sensation cannot be dispelled by the cold spring water.

He had never felt so refreshed, as if the pent-up depression that had been accumulated in his heart for many years was all released in an instant.

Sang Jiuchi was still sleeping when Hel walked out of the room wearing a bath towel.

The warm smile as always in front of people disappeared, and the brutality and ferocity that appeared in front of him also faded away.

The present Sang Jiuchi’s face is full of serenity and relaxation, as if only at this moment he belongs to himself.

The sun on the horizon had already begun to rise, and Sang Jiuchi’s instructions sounded last night. Even if Hull couldn’t bear it any longer, he could only push him carefully, “Get up.”

After calling for a long time, Sang Jiuchi opened his eyes reluctantly, “Is it time?”

His mouth squeaked, and his voice became hoarse.

Hull felt a little distressed, and hurriedly handed over the water glass prepared by his hand, “Drink a glass of water, I added some honey.”

The fragrant and silky honey water slid down the throat to the stomach, and the hot feeling in the throat was immediately relieved.

A satisfied smile appeared on Sang Jiuchi’s face, “Thank you.”

Looking at Sang Jiuchi’s face, Hull was lost for a moment.

It was not until the water glass was handed in front of him that Hull came back to his senses and hurriedly took the water glass and put it aside.

Hale swept across the head of the bed as the water was poured, and a twine was still twisted and tied to it.

Hull didn’t dare to recall any more, and quickly looked away.

Sang Jiuchi’s lips were still a little swollen, red and bright, like red roses budding in the back garden.

Hull suddenly wanted to ask Sang Jiuchi if the horse was strong enough last night.

But he couldn’t help it, the voice rolled around in his throat for several times, almost to his mouth, and finally was swallowed by him.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi looking for clothes back and forth, Hull quickly held the clothes he had prepared in front of him, “Well, I’ll wipe your body for you.”

Sang Jiuchi: “What about inside?”

Hull’s face suddenly exploded, and his teeth stuttered and replied, “I washed it too, I washed it.”

Sang Jiuchi nodded with satisfaction, and said the same mantra, “As expected of the head of the Royal Knights.”

Hearing such a word, Hull, who used to only go in from his left ear and go out from his right ear, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I can’t tell why, but Sang Jiuchi’s sentence “the head of the Royal Knights” seems to immediately draw the relationship between the two into two distinct opposites.

For the first time, Hull was so disgusted with the title “Royal Knight”.

Sang Jiuchi’s posture in getting dressed was a bit difficult. Seeing this, Hull immediately stepped forward and helped Sang Jiuchi put his clothes on and enter.

When dressing, he accidentally brushed Sang Jiuchi’s skin, and was immediately hooked by the other’s overly tender skin.

Sang Jiuchi stood up, his footsteps a little weak. Even wearing a wide red archbishop’s robe, he could see that the other party was holding on to his trembling legs.

“Are you all right? Or go earlier.” Hull blamed himself, “I’m sorry, I was too…”

He wanted to say that he was too unrestrained, and also wanted to say that he didn’t know how to pity Xiangxiyu. But when the words came to his mouth, he was speechless.

When the two hugged each other tightly yesterday, they seemed to be the closest people in the world.

But now that I wake up, the relationship between the two of them seems to have returned to the opposite situation.

In this case, his apology turned out to be a mockery of Sang Jiuchi.

Hull didn’t say that.

Instead, it was Sang Jiuchi, who turned to look at Hull and hooked him.

Hale, who had already started to feel sad because of his estrangement with Sang Jiuchi, reluctantly walked up to Sang Jiuchi.

Without warning, the next moment his neck hair was grabbed by Sang Jiuchi, and his face moved towards Sang Jiuchi uncontrollably because of Sang Jiuchi’s pulling force.

The warm and beautiful face slowly enlarged before she could react, until a warm and soft touch pressed against her lips.

Hull’s eyes widened in shock, and he saw a sly smile in Sang Jiuchi’s sometimes indifferent and sometimes fierce eyes.

The sense of distance suddenly disappeared.

Hull pressed Sang Jiuchi’s neck with his backhand and deepened the kiss.

Just when everything was about to get out of control, Sang Jiuchi bit the corner of Hull’s mouth.

It was a real bite, and the **** taste instantly filled his mouth, allowing the irrational Hull to find some sense of his own.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had already pushed Sang Jiuchi onto the bed.

He quickly stood up from the bed, and in a panic, the bath towel slipped off, revealing scars all over his body.

“Does your back hurt?” Sang Jiuchi laughed dumbly, “I don’t even know when I got it, why so many.”

Hull took two steps back, shyly dodging Sang Jiuchi’s touch, “I have good bones and no pain. It will go away in a day without breaking my skin.”

Sang Jiuchi raised his eyebrows and pointed to the boots at the door, “Help me put them on.”

Still the tone of command.

But strangely, Hull doesn’t have that sense of distance now.

Maybe it was because of the kiss just now, maybe it was because of Sang Jiuchi’s sly smile just now, or because of the gradual collapse of his defenses.

In his opinion, Sang Jiuchi’s arrogance was even a bit cute. It looks like a cat lying on a tree, lazily stretching out its paws and teasing itself arrogantly.

Hull walked to Sang Jiuchi with his boots, knelt down on one knee, and held up Sang Jiuchi’s feet.

There is a little pink on the white feet, and the tiny folds are like the folds of silk standing up, with a light-transmitting texture.

Hull put the shoes on Sang Jiuchi’s feet carefully, and Sang Jiuchi raised his feet slightly, revealing his calves.

The calf is slender, without a trace of fat.

Hale swallowed, and with just a moment, he could recall the hidden power of these legs.

The waist was sore.

Thoughts are like dandelions with small umbrellas, they will fly in all directions as long as the wind blows gently.

Hull forcefully shook off the unstoppable thoughts in his mind, not daring to think any more, and quickly helped Sang Jiuchi put on his shoes.

The next moment, a slender hand stretched out in front of him.

Hull was just stunned for a second, and immediately put his hand under his hand, and then heard Sang Jiuchi say, “Take me to wash.”

In the bathroom, Sang Jiuchi was like an obedient little beast, letting Hull help him wash his face, comb his hair, and even clean his mouth.

Hull, who is extraordinarily tall, is cautiously doing unfamiliar jobs that he is not familiar with, for fear that Sang Jiuchi will be dissatisfied.

The towel was casually tied around his waist, shaky.

In this small room with only a few square meters, the cardinal and the royal knight, who were once opposites, seem to have found their subtle way of getting along. There is no language, but the warm pink is rising in this narrow space.

No one wants to break the silence of this moment.

Finally, Hull did everything, “Okay.”

Sang Jiuchi also stood up, “Let’s go, the patients are still waiting for us.”

The rare tranquility was broken, Hull was pulled away from the world, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Half an hour later, Sang Jiuchi and others stepped into the carriage.

Hull secretly observed Sang Jiuchi’s expression. He didn’t imagine the tired state due to fatigue and lack of sleep. Sang Jiuchi’s face was very ruddy at the moment, and he was refreshed after the depression was relieved.

He looked at the distant scenery comfortably, his eyes were full of clean and penetrating light, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Sang Jiuchi’s eyes shifted from the window to Hull’s face, and he said lightly, “Knight of Hull.”

Hull’s shoulders suddenly tightened, and he looked at Sang Jiuchi inquiringly.

Sang Jiuchi said, “The Ma Lie that General Hull usually rides, or the Ma Lie that I rode yesterday?”

One day, the fiery red suddenly exploded on the wheat-colored cheeks, and Hull’s eyes were flustered. Sang Jiuchi’s eyes were extraordinarily clear, as if he was asking which of the two pieces of porcelain was more beautiful.

Hull’s Adam’s apple trembled up and down, and after a long time, he stumbled back and said, “It’s all, it’s very strong.”

Sang Jiuchi: “You said yesterday that a fierce horse only follows one person in his life, and he needs to be domesticated before he can tie the reins. You are a knight and an expert in horse training. In your opinion, did I become domesticated yesterday?”

Countless images crowded into Hull’s head like a storm. Hull, who has always been educated by knights, couldn’t understand why Sang Jiuchi, who was so elegant and perfect in front of outsiders, looked like this in front of him. .

At this moment, if Sang Jiuchi throws away the content of his words, his expression is rigorous, as if he is doing academics.

Hull was defeated, lowered his head and begged for mercy, “Don’t ask me again, Your Excellency Bishop, forgive me.”

The laughter suddenly broke the air and reached Hull’s ears, just like the May wind blowing the apricot blossoms in the sky, causing a white ocean wave, and he could even smell the fragrance of the apricot blossoms.

Hull raised his eyes secretly, his eyes greedily trying to lock the man in front of him in his eyes.

“You don’t want to say it, it looks like it hasn’t yet,” Sang Jiuchi sighed, “The knights of Hull have been right, and the fierce horses are hard to tame. It seems that there is still more effort.”

Hull’s hand clenched tightly in his sleeve.

Nu, try hard? How hard?

F001 can’t stand it anymore: [Master host, if you do this again, be careful that God of War is broken by you. 】

Sang Jiuchi said in his mind, “I will help him rebuild his three views. 】

F001 doesn’t quite believe it: [Yes, is it? 】

Sang Jiuchi is very sure, [Of course, otherwise? Can I still hurt him? 】

F001: […]

It’s not enough to harm the God of War, but who can guarantee that the host doesn’t want to play some tricks at public expense?

Sang Jiuchi: [I was going to look for you, you should look for me first. Exactly, help me fix my body. 】

F001 of course knows why he wants to repair it, [1000 points of plane points are required. 】

Sang Jiuchi was as generous as always: [Okay, take it. 】

F001: [Ding! Spend 1000 plane points, and the system will be repaired below. 】

The trembling muscles disappeared from his body in an instant, Sang Jiuchi smiled in satisfaction, and did not continue to tease Hull.

The carriage traveled very fast, and it took less than half an hour to reach the slum. The guards outside had been replaced by the soldiers from yesterday. When they saw Sang Jiuchi’s carriage approaching, the soldiers hurried up to meet them.

After getting off the car, Hull found that the faces of the few people who were still dead yesterday had improved a lot. Standing at the entrance of the slum, they could even smell the smell of meat slowly wafting from it.

The soldier looked at Sang Jiuchi gratefully: “Your Excellency, thank you for the medicine yesterday, I am much better today.”

Sang Jiuchi glanced at the soldier briefly: “Put your tongue out and let me see.”

The soldiers cooperated very well this time, and as soon as Sang Jiuchi finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue.

The white tongue coating has gone down a little, and the cyan inside has also faded a lot.

Sang Jiuchi instructed: “Pay more attention to rest, I have brought you meat, eggs, milk and some staple foods to replenish your energy.”

The soldier nodded again and again, “Not only me, but the patients inside are also much better.”

The “inside” he said refers to the slum, and Sang Jiuchi walked into the slum after reminding him of the daily precautions.

Hull followed closely, and in just one day, there had been earth-shaking changes.

People who were dead yesterday, now have radiant eyes.

The dead aura entrenched in this area has faded a lot, and people’s blackened and pale faces are also bloody.

Tolman brought some strong men to distribute food in an orderly manner. The food left by Sang Jiuchi yesterday has been placed in a pot for cooking.

Sang Jiuchi didn’t bring many people this time. When Sang Jiuchi took people away, the rest depended on their own efforts.

The meat was fragrant, and Hale watched people drink the warm food with a contented expression on his face.

Some people can even make jokes and laugh with family and friends around them.

The laughter of children and the joking of adults, if Hale hadn’t come here yesterday, he wouldn’t have believed that this place was still shrouded in the despair of death not so long ago.

This is the power of hope.

Seeing that Sang Jiuchi appeared here early in the morning, everyone put down the broth in their hands in fear, and bowed in the direction of Sang Jiuchi reverently.

Hull was standing behind Sang Jiuchi, and when his eyes came up to him, he immediately had a panoramic view of them.

The pious eyes are full of longing for life. But just yesterday, many of the people here had reluctantly accepted death, and their eyes had already lost their lustre.

Hale’s heart skipped a beat.

The pastor’s words from yesterday came to mind again.

It is their responsibility to help more people find hope for survival.

Hull secretly looked at the slender back of the man in front, and there seemed to be light flashing behind the man.

The hopes of nearly a thousand people were all brought by Sang Jiuchi.

Hull had learned from fellow believers that this trip to the slum was not originally planned, but Sang Jiuchi insisted on coming.

Imagine if Sang Jiuchi did not appear here, what would this place look like?

Sang Jiuchi, whom he despised, did everything in his power to help these people at the critical moment, but Prince Ino, whom he dedicated his loyalty to, gave up here.

He is loyal, but not foolish, nor stupid.

He is used to observing and considering with his eyes, but the information received by his eyes may not be comprehensive.

Just like when he saw Prince Ino help the old man and donate money, this may just be the mercy of the superior to the inferior at his whim.

Only in the face of real challenges can one see the true nature of a person.

Hull was suddenly a little scared. If he really assisted such a person to ascend to the throne, what would the country look like in the future?

People with no value can be discarded at will, and this country will become a paradise for the rich and powerful.

Hull’s deep eyes looked at Sang Jiuchi deeply, and what was hidden in his eyes were reverence and admiration. Regardless of whether the **** of light existed or not, Sang Jiuchi had now become the **** in his mind.

Sang Jiuchi has now devoted himself to the treatment of the plague, and he has not noticed any changes in Hull behind him.

He stood on the high platform and looked down at the people in front of him.

The dead aura entrenched in them has faded a lot, but he has no intention of leaving them.

Life is a very magical existence, and it is often just a will to survive, which can make life overcome many seemingly impossible existences.

This phenomenon is commonly known as a miracle.

People have regained their hope of survival, but the plague virus has not disappeared, and they still need to continue to fight the disease.

This is the unwarranted disaster that these people should not bear. After the outbreak of the war, there will be no winners, especially those without power, who will bear the brunt of the first batch of victims.

Is it that they don’t want world peace?

Of course not, just because the right to speak is not in their hands.

War is a way for people at the peak of power to pursue fame and fortune, but let innocent people accept the backlash of war and become the first group of people to be abandoned in the empire.

Everyone has the right to live, if they want to live, then he will help them.

Here, will be the first step for him to become God.

Before going to bed yesterday, he sank his consciousness into the system. He first sneaked into the mecha plane, created two black spherical mini-mechas that made him levitate, and then came to the mermaid plane.

He extracted the gene chain that caused the glow from the colorful mermaid and added it to his current body.

When Hull thought he was asleep, he had actually completed the genetic modification.

The switch of the colorful light gene is directly connected to his own cerebral cortex, and as long as he is aware of it, his body can glow.

Seeing the people on the ground kneeling devoutly, Sang Jiuchi knew that the time was almost up.

“My dear believers, look up.” A gentle voice suddenly penetrated the entire slum.

Everyone raised their heads in amazement, and saw that the beautiful and kind-hearted archbishop in red suddenly changed his body. His hair started from the roots and slowly turned into a gorgeous rainbow color, and his whole body also exuded a touch of seven colors. aperture.

Along with the changes in his body, two small **** appeared over his two shoulders.

Under the shock of people’s eyes, Sang Jiuchi slowly flew into the air under the support of the aircraft, and then floated up.

Sang Jiuchi raised his hands slightly, and his eyes were full of sympathy, “I am the God of Light.”

As he spoke, two colorful rays of light shot out from his eyes. The light was so captivating that it was impossible to look directly at it.

I had never seen such a situation happen before. The people who were thanking Sang Jiuchi just now knelt down and bowed to the ground, with fear and awe on their faces.

Almost in unison, the people said in unison: “Believers, see Lord Bright God.”

They didn’t speak, didn’t even dare to look up.

But in their hearts, the shock had already shaken and they began to dizzy.

miracle!

They actually saw a miracle!

Lord Guangming, is the red-clothed Archbishop Sang Jiuchi actually Lord Guangming? !

Or is it that Lord Light God came to the world with the help of the body of the red-clothed archbishop?

Hanging in the air, Sang Jiuchi opened his mouth, with Sanskrit sounds lingering in his voice, as if pressing down from the sky, “I heard the appeal of my devout believer, Archbishop Sang Jiuchi, in the God Realm, he said that he was tortured by illness and despair, and hope I can save you.”

“I have been the **** of light for too many years. When human beings have their lives, so do gods. And I have almost reached the end of my life.”

In the crowd, there was an uproar because of the words “God of Light”.

What does the phrase “God of Light” mean? His life has come to an end, is he going to die? If he died, who would protect them?

“I have no worries in my heart, and the only thing I can’t let go of is you, my devout believers. Although I die, my position of light will remain. Before I die, I will receive advice from the Pope and three red Among the Archbishops of Yi, I have chosen the person I like to inherit my God of Light.”

“He will become the new God of Light and protect the kingdom in my place.”

“Archbishop Sang Jiuchi has been reciting scriptures for me every day as a holy son since he was a child. His holy son **** is the only container that can accept my soul. The above is what I want to convey to the temple. Choose a new God of Light. During this period, I will come through the body of the Son from time to time to assess the four candidates.”

“My dear people, before leaving this body, I will once again unleash miracles for you.”

With a slight wave of the “God of Light”, several huge bottles appeared on the ground at the foot of Sang Jiuchi. The bottles were filled with small white pellets, and it was impossible to see what they were.

“This is a medicine for the treatment of the plague. Next, you must obey the arrangement of the red-clothed archbishop of Sang Jiuchi and take it in an orderly manner. Did you hear it?”

The voice of “God of Light” has always been gentle and pure, but the indifference inside is very obvious.

Everyone knelt on the ground in unison, no one dared to say “no”.

In the eyes of people’s fear and gratitude, the light on the “God of Light” slowly faded, and people gradually fell from the sky.

Until his two feet landed firmly on the ground, the light on his body completely disappeared.

At this moment, Sang Jiuchi was closing his eyes and seemed to fall asleep standing up. People held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to let out.

Finally, Sang Jiuchi slowly opened his eyes.

He widened his eyes in surprise at first, then knelt down on one knee towards the east. The two hand seals made the most devout Holy See etiquette, and shouted in the direction of the sky: “Congratulations to the God of Light!”

Following Sang Jiuchi’s shouting, the others also reacted. Under the leadership of Sang Jiuchi, everyone shouted in unison, “Congratulations to the God of Light!”

Above the Holy See in the distance, a huge screen slowly closed, and a small black dot the size of a soybean grain quietly flew away where people could not see it.

On the ground, an elderly man wearing a golden and red pope’s holy robe knelt on the ground, and behind him was a group of fearful and devout congregations.

The four people mentioned by the “God of Light” just now have all received the message of the “God of Light”.

Become a god! And it’s a one in four chance.

There was excitement in both Maria and Justin’s eyes.

They never thought that they would still have the opportunity to compete with the great Pope for the throne of light.

That is a god. The picture that appeared on the top of his head just now must be the handwriting of the great **** of light, and the flying and light that he possessed on Sang Jiuchi.

And those medicines that can cure the plague.

All the information says one thing, God is omnipotent.

The God of Light also dies, but his life is too long and his abilities are infinitely powerful.

No matter which point, it is something that these human beings can’t achieve in their entire lives.

They have a one in four chance of becoming gods!

Justin tried to keep his head down, burying his face out of sight.

He had to do this, or others would surely be able to see the greed he had buried in his eyes.

Contrary to Justin, Maria’s eyes seemed very flustered.

In fact, she doesn’t believe in the existence of the God of Light at all. The so-called women of the God of Light are all rumors that she has created to deceive believers.

If there really exists a God of Light, if he knows his deception, will he directly disqualify her?

Her brain was thinking quickly, of course she also wanted to become a god, and the temptation to become a **** was so powerful, how could she hand it over to others.

What if the God of Light really likes him? If the lie becomes true, it is not a lie.

The God of Light said that he would come here from time to time to assess them, and when he appeared in front of her next time, she could try to test the God of Light.

Use what you have learned all your life to become a woman of the God of Light.

Unlike Justin and Maria, the old Pope did not have any longing for the Throne of Light in his eyes, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The Pope is almost eighty years old this year, and his hair has all turned gray, but his whole body has a youthful appearance. Although he is old, he is in good spirits.

It was not until the picture disappeared that the Pope slowly stood up with a cane, and took the lead in swiping a sentence that made Justin and Maria drop their jaws.

“I will give up the competition for the throne of light. I am old and I just want to spend my old age in peace.” The Pope’s voice was also very energetic, “Since the **** of light has spoken, I will choose from the three of you after I quit. The next God of Light. You have to prepare well, and don’t let down the expectations of the God of Light.”

Justin struggled to suppress the smile he wanted to raise, his face tugging in calm and ecstasy, becoming stiff and tangled.

He gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice calm enough, “Sir Pope, you are the most capable person to become the God of Light, what virtue and what we can do.”

If the Pope withdraws, then his greatest enemy is no longer there.

Hahaha, Maria is nothing to be afraid of. Don’t assume he doesn’t know, Maria is a liar. When the God of Light comes, he will tell the God of Light about Mary’s deception. A liar like her will never be the God of Light.

Her exit has been set since she started cheating!

Both of them left the stage, then his only opponent was Sang Jiuchi.

The hateful Sang Jiuchi was originally a stumbling block on his way to become the Pope, and the Pope, an old thing, could not see it anymore. I didn’t expect that he would be able to come back alive after being taken away by Prince Ino.

Really haunted!

Compared with Sang Jiuchi, his chances of winning are not great.

Sang Jiuchi was born as a saint, and served the God of Light every few days. He was the closest human being to the God of Light. The objects possessed by the God of Light were all chosen by Sang Jiuchi.

Even gods will unconsciously bring bias.

The God of Light has already told them more or less that he prefers Sang Jiuchi.

What’s more, now Sang Jiuchi seems to have known something for a long time, regardless of the obstacles, he has to go to the slum to fight the plague.

At first, he thought that Sang Jiuchi was crazy, and others wanted to get out of the serious illness, but he rushed in like a fool.

Now it seems that he must have known something in advance.

Maybe he was the first to know that the God of Light was looking for a successor.

Justin’s eyes have already flashed a certain light. He prays in holy water every Saturday. The God of Light must have told him the inside story.

Rely on, it turns out that the God of Light really exists.

He always thought that the God of Light did not exist, he had never seen any miracles, and never believed in the existence of the God of Light.

These so-called religions are just a means to deceive the people, but I didn’t expect it to be true.

If he had known that the God of Light really existed, he would never let Sang Jiuchi say anything about the work of the Holy Son!

Thirty years ago, he also came to participate in the selection of the Holy Son. In the end, he gave up being a Holy Son and chose to leave the Holy See and rebuild the church.

He grew up in a church, and the church he grew up in was dilapidated, and the pastors and show girls who taught him grew up living in poverty.

The village and town where this church sits are also very poor. When people come to pray without money, they will put down a few potatoes. And they lived on the money and food of the prayers of these people.

All along, they have lived this kind of begging-style life.

He had always thought that the outside world was like the one around him, poor villages and towns, and a hard life.

Until he came to the temple through layers of selection when he was 20 years old. At that time, the previous Holy Son had just died, and the Pope needed to choose a new Holy Son among them.

On the way he learned that the Sons had all died young.

In order to maintain the clarity of the body, the holy water in the holy pond is drawn from the extremely cold Tianchi. The water temperature was well below zero, but not freezing.

Soaked in this icy water for five or six hours every week, even a man who looks like a cow can’t stand it.

Therefore, almost every term of the Holy Son will die after five years. The Holy See said that the Holy Son was called by the God of Light, so the soul was liberated and went to the God Realm to serve the God of Light.

After coming to the Holy See that year, he was fascinated by this majestic and magnificent building at first sight.

Since then, he has sworn to live here, but never as a son who died young.

If he wants to do it, he must become a cardinal or even a pope.

In order to survive, he scratched his wrist when he was about to be chosen to be the Son of God.

The requirements of the Holy Son are very high. First of all, he needs to have no scars on his body.

After Justin left the temple, he did not return to his church, but chose another more promising church. From there as a starting point, he finally climbed to the current position step by step, reaching the peak of the power of the Holy See.

Just one step away, he can stand at the pinnacle of power.

Unexpectedly, above power, there is such an unexpected joy as a god.

It’s just that there is still a stumbling block like Sang Jiuchi on the way to this unexpected joy. Is he really under the protection of God?

Other holy sons usually die after serving for five years. Sang Jiuchi has served for more than ten years. If he can live for so long, he must be protected by gods.

The Pope’s eyes did not have the turbidity of the 80-year-old man, but were very clear and sharp.

His eyes glanced back and forth on Justin and Maria, and finally said warmly: “Call Jiuchi back, since the God of Light has performed a miracle, the threat of the plague has been contacted. Today is Saturday, and he is still needed in the afternoon. Pray for the God of Light.”

Justin and Maria looked at each other, both seeing something in the other’s eyes.

They paused and said in unison, “Okay, His Royal Highness the Pope.”

The Pope gave a “um” and left with the help of the believers.

The Pope is old now, and he will not come forward for many things. Most of the time, he rests quietly in his room.

In the Holy See, the three of them are usually the ones who call the shots, but Sang Jiuchi is very low-key, and most of the time he just hides in the temple and recites scriptures.

Most of the power in the Holy See fell into the hands of Justin and Maria. If it was normal, they would have gone to find Sang Jiuchi long ago.

But now it is different, the God of Light really exists. Moreover, the God of Light also said that being nourished by holy water is the best fit for the God of Light.

Justin wanted to be closer to the God of Light, and Maria also wanted to build a body that the God of Light liked and fit.

After sending the Pope away, the two looked at each other, and both saw in each other’s eyes that they were bound to win.

However, the two of them have been allies since the beginning.

In the end, it was Justin who said, “Sang Jiuchi cares about the people in the slums, and the God of Light has given him a task. I’m afraid it would be inappropriate for us to call him back now.”

Maria nodded in approval, “Yes, but what should I do if I can’t call Bishop Jiuchi back? Today is Saturday. Bishop Jiuchi is working outside, and I should do my best for him. , I might as well replace him with this holy water prayer.”

Justin interrupted her lightly, “No, you once said that you have dedicated your body to the God of Light. Those who enter the holy water need a virgin body, so let me go.”

Maria hurriedly said: “You can’t either. You have scars on your wrists. Those who enter the holy water need to have no scars on their bodies.”

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a deadlock.

The two of them were pregnant with each other, and under the stalemate, they finally each took a step back.

Justin: “But you don’t dedicate yourself to others, but to the God of Light. He will not be angry.”

Maria nodded again and again, “Yes, so do you. You are his candidate, and he will definitely allow you to enter.”

The two looked at each other, and Justin tentatively said, “Why don’t we go in together?”

Maria now just wants to quickly enter the holy water to transform her body. Although it is not exclusive to the holy water, she has achieved her goal now.

Maria nodded quickly, “I think so, Archbishop Justin.”