MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 137 Pope 10

The carriage didn't go fast, Sang Jiuchi didn't seem to be in a hurry, driving the carriage slowly.

F001 excitedly said: [Sir, there is something wrong with the Holy See. 】

Sang Jiuchi seemed to have expected it long ago, [Maria and Justin are seriously ill in bed, aren't they? 】

F001 instantly lost the desire to share gossip.

Gossip is like that, you want to share it and others want to hear it. When you throw out an introduction, the other party is very interested, it must be a hit.

In the end, you and you both thought about the cause and the result, and started with a perfect hook. As a result, the other party said, "I know it all, and it's all within my expectations."

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F001 sighed: [How did you know? 】

Sang Jiuchi smiled, [Because I made them sick. 】

F001's eyes widened: [How is this possible, even if you have the virus on your body, and the Holy See is so far away from here, you can't spread the virus! 】

Sang Jiuchi tapped his temple with his fingertips, 【Use here. 】

[Although the original owner later became the Pope, he was actually always a puppet Pope. The power of the Holy See was divided into the hands of Justin and Maria. The slums were the first step for me to become a god, and taking back the absolute right to speak of the Holy See was the second step for me to become a god. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [I will spread the news that the God of Light has chosen a new god. With Maria and Justin's thirst for power and status, they will definitely try their best to climb this throne. Although I said that the God of Light will select the successor through assessment, but no rules have been issued. 】

[The selection time is only half a year. In the face of crazy desire and unequal information, some people can't hold back. I also deliberately revealed a message to the outside world that Sang Jiuchi was favored by the God of Light because of the holy water. 】

[This message is currently the only one that can get close to the God of Light, and of course they will hold onto it tightly. 】

[I met these two people when I returned to the Holy See from Prince Ino on the first day. The two of them are used to being pampered. In the holy water pool, young people may be able to resist for a few hours. If you don't talk about it for an hour or two, you can't stand it if you stay in it for a few minutes. 】

[But under the huge interest trend, they will definitely persist until they can no longer persist. 】

[At that time, the biting cold invaded their bodies, and they had to get a serious illness. If you die, you won't die, but you will rest for a few months. 】

[The two red-clothed archbishops are seriously ill at the same time, and the Pope is old, so the Holy See's right to speak will naturally fall into my hands. 】

[Since it was given to me, I have no intention of returning it. 】

F001 fell to the ground again.

When the host pretended to be the **** of light, he said something like "Sang Jiuchi was bathed in holy water". At that time, he thought it was a foreshadowing that the host wanted to build for himself.

At that time, it still felt that it had been with the host for so long, and finally became wiser and was able to realize the intention of the host.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it still didn't comprehend.

How long is the host's brain, so many people are envious and jealous.

If you compare this to playing chess, it only sees the move, but the host has already thought of the dozen, dozens or even hundreds of moves that follow.

Chi God, as expected of YYDS!

Don't say anything, just two words, awesome.

At this moment, the Holy See, although it has not become a mess, but it is almost there.

In order to be able to control their own power, many powers and decisions are made by themselves.

Now that the two of them are ill together, it is not an exaggeration for the entire Holy See to be seriously ill.

The two of them wanted to drag the sick body to work, but they couldn't stand the severity of the disease.

He fainted just after saying a few words, was out of breath, had a cold and had a fever, and couldn't get up at all.

The Pope gave a direct order at this time, and issued three or four recall orders in succession, and finally called Sang Jiuchi back from the outside.

When Sang Jiuchi returned to the Holy See, the sky was already dark.

He first went back to bathe and change his clothes, in order to wash away the filthy aura he brought back from the outside, and then went to visit the other two red-clothed archbishops in a pretentious manner.

Maria lay sickly on the bed, her previously pretty face turned pale.

In fact, her condition is not bad, it's just that she has no strength due to the wind and cold, but this lack of strength will take a long time to support.

Justin's situation was much more serious. Maria couldn't take it anymore and left on her own, but Justin was in a coma and poured a few more sips of ice water in after the coma.

Right now, he hardly even has the strength to raise his hand. A fifty-year-old man looked as strong as a thirty-year-old middle-aged man before, but now his body is shrinking rapidly, growing old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course, Justin knew what Sang Jiuchi would mean when he came back this time, and he was full of unwillingness, but he couldn't do anything.

The Pope has ordered the two of them to rest first, and no one is allowed to work until they have fully recovered.

But the question is, when they recover, can their power be returned to them?

They are well versed in the division of power. Back then, the power of the Pope was divided into three parts. Wasn't it because he and Maria joined forces to make Sang Jiuchi sick and bedridden, and that part of the power that belonged to him was divided up?

How flamboyant they were at the beginning, how embarrassed they are now.

The former loser now appeared in front of them again in a victorious posture. Justin didn't say much, but he could already see the ambition in Sang Jiujiu's warm eyes.

When Sang Jiuchi came back this time, he was bound to gain power over the entire Holy See.

No, not only the power of the Holy See, but also the seat of the supreme throne of the God of Light.

Sang Jiuchi, who they once thought was easy to rub, suddenly became mysterious. Justin watched Sang Jiuchi's every move secretly, and was suddenly shocked.

Sang Jiuchi, who they mistakenly thought was a son of a bitch, was in fact a beast that was dormant in the dark.

He disguised himself with sound sleep, and when the time was right, he finally showed his already mature sharp teeth.

They once thought that Sang Jiuchi was the prey, but in the end he realized that he was the fish on the chopping board.

When he saw Sang Jiuchi's true face clearly, the other party had already pierced his fangs into his aorta, and he could easily die just waiting for a forceful bite.

He is no longer a weak beast restrained by them. Now everything has been turned upside down, and they have become playthings in the hands of Sang Jiuchi.

At that moment, Justin shuddered.

Sang Jiuchi's tall body was standing in front of him, and there was compassion in his eyes, as if mocking his ignorance and stupidity.

The cramped and terrifying pressure emanated from Sang Jiuchi, pressing him in all directions, making him breathless.

Justin's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

His teeth chattered, and he pointed at Sang Jiuchi, as if he saw some terrifying ghost.

Everyone was very surprised and puzzled. Archbishop Justin was fine just now. What happened now?

Amid people's doubts, Sang Jiuchi gently hooked his lips and sighed slowly, "Hey, Archbishop Justin is delirious because of a serious illness, you should take good care of him. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be evil."

Justin's expression became hideous, you are evil!

Suddenly, the hideous expression disappeared, and Justin's eyes were filled with fear and vigilance.

He hasn't forgotten the fact that he united with Prince Ino to frame Sang Jiuchi. If Sang Jiuchi knows about it, he will definitely take revenge.

If Sang Jiuchi became a god, he would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Sang Jiuchi has not yet become a god. He is still a mortal. As long as Sang Jiuchi is killed, he will have a future.

Otherwise, once Sang Jiuchi becomes a god, he will be completely pinched by the opponent.

Justin's killing intent was pouring out from the depths of his eyes. He looked at the back of Sang Jiuchi's departure, and he had already fantasized about a dozen ways to kill Sang Jiuchi.

After seeing these two unwilling patients, Sang Jiuchi went to visit the Pope.

It is now more than eight o'clock in the evening, and the Pope, as always, is sitting in the room and praying.

When Sang Jiuchi entered, the Pope was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his back straight. There was a scripture book in front of him, and his eyes were looking at the scripture book in front of him.

He seemed to be reading books seriously, but Sang Jiuchi knew that the Pope had already memorized these books, and he didn't need to read them at all.

Sang Jiuchi walked to the Pope, bowed down respectfully, and shouted, "Yafu."

The original owner was a child picked up by the Pope. After picking it up, the Pope kept him by his side.

The former owner would respectfully call the other person the Pope, and no one's private Pope would ask him to call himself "Father".

The eyes that were originally looking at the scriptures looked at Sang Jiuchi, and there was an old man's kindness in his eyes, "Come, Jiuchi, sit down and stretch out your hand."

Sang Jiuchi imitated the Pope's posture, sat down with his knees crossed in front of him, and then stretched out his hand.

Roughly wrinkled fingertips were placed on his wrist, and the Pope began to take Sang Jiuchi's pulse seriously.

After confirming that Sang Jiuchi was in good health, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand, "No problem, you are about to take over the burden of Justin and Maria, are you still not willing to give up the position of the Holy Son? ?"

Sang Jiu times smiled and retracted his hand and shook his head, "I don't plan to give up, it's only a Saturday afternoon, it won't get in the way."

A trace of pity flashed in the Pope's kind eyes, "Why do you have to suffer? The system of the Holy Son has been in existence since the establishment of the Church. Even if you sacrifice yourself now, you will always occupy this position and not let others go. It can only be temporary. , ten years later, a hundred years later, there will still be new holy sons appearing, and they will still give their lives for this."

Sang Jiuchi's smile was very shallow. He used the original owner's words to answer the Pope's concern again, "If you can save one, it is one."

The Pope sighed, picked up the medicine that he had prepared a long time ago and handed it over, "This is a month old, it must be taken every day, it can regulate the body that is not invaded by cold air."

Sang Jiuchi took the medicine and said thank you as always.

The original owner has followed the Pope since childhood, and he has seen too many things happening in the Holy See with his clear eyes.

The original owner, who was born kind, felt sympathy after seeing the successive deaths of the Holy Son. The children who were chosen as the Holy Son were very young, the youngest was only five or six years old, and the oldest was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

A fresh life just disappeared in front of him.

So when the Son was chosen again, the original owner volunteered to be the Son.

The Pope kept himself clean all his life and left no heirs. He loves the child he picked up at the time of his rise very much, and he can't see the child embarking on the tragic fate of becoming a holy son.

He has been the Pope since he was thirty years old. This child is very special. He can see the purity of the other's soul at a glance.

He has been deliberately keeping the original owner away from the "Holy Son" and wanted to protect him by his side, but he did not expect that the other party would still know the existence of the "Holy Son", and even secretly signed up to participate in the selection of the Holy Son.

The Pope had no choice but to agree to the request of the other party.

However, in order for Sang Jiuchi to withstand the icy holy water, the Pope would give the original owner a packet of medicine like this every once in a while.

Otherwise, no matter how pure the soul is, it will not be able to resist the ice-cold water that has lasted for ten years.

The Pope looked at Sang Jiuchi in front of him, and sighed again.

How old was Sang Jiuchi at that time? It seems that he is only seven or eight years old. When other children still think that entering the holy water is the highest honor, Sang Jiuchi is the holy water that he will never enter.

He wants to protect other children.

But he was obviously just a child.

He also once thought of abolishing the system of holy water. In the eyes of outsiders, the power of the pope is supreme. But the power of the Holy See has always been inextricably linked.

There are also three cardinal archbishops under the Pope, and above the Pope there is an unchangeable papal system.

He is at the center of the power of the Holy See, but not at the commanding heights of power.

Compared with other people, the Pope hopes that Sang Jiuchi can become the next Pope. In the past two years, with the increase of age, he deeply felt the loss of strength in his body. Compared with other people, Sang Jiuchi is purely like a piece of jade, and only such people can make the Holy See more beautiful.

However, the power divided between Maria and Justin is too great. Although he is the Pope, he has long been overridden.

He wanted to help Sang Jiuchi regain the power that belonged to him, but he was already stretched thin.

Even when Sang Jiuchi was framed this time, he exhausted all his strength to get to that point.

Just when he thought that Sang Jiuchi was bad luck, Sang Jiuchi's return this time surprised him.

Overnight, Sang Jiuchi seemed to have grown.

Now Sang Jiuchi's eyes are still gentle and kind, but there are many other things.

Perseverance, perseverance, and fighting spirit.

Although he didn't come to the scene in person, he knew everything Sang Jiuchi did through others. His bearing, free and easy, and his courage in the slums were not found in the kind, well-behaved and forbearing Sang Jiuchi.

After a long time, the Pope said, "You have changed a lot, my child."

Sang Jiuchi's warm eyes were full of energy, "Because I figured it out, Yafu. I want to help others, but when I don't have enough strength, help is just a joke."

"If I want this world to become what I think it is, I must first hold this world in my hands. Yafu, I want to be a god." Sang Jiuchi's pupils were filled with determination, "And I will definitely be able to become a god. god."

The Pope was stunned, then suddenly smiled.

Although it is not the same as before, Sang Jiuchi is still the same Sang Jiuchi.

He smiled and looked at Sang Jiuchi, "Okay, I won't rob you."

He said, and brought the other box beside him to Sang Jiuchi, "Before, I was worried that you've changed. Now I'm relieved, this is for you, the archbishop's seal of Maria and Justin. Do you want to be God, just try to see if you can manage this Holy See first."

Sang Jiuchi took it again and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you, Yafu."

The Pope's eyes slowly became solemn, he looked at Sang Jiuchi seriously, and said, "Recapturing the seal is only the first step, and you still have a long way to go. I don't know what the criteria for the God of Light's assessment are. But the God of Light is a **** who brings light to the world, and his favorite successor must also be a person who can bring hope and light to believers."

"Managing the Holy See is not an easy task. The Holy See has been in the hands of Maria and Justin over the years. You need to use your method to change all this as quickly as possible, in order to leave a better impression on the God of Light. ." The Pope was silent for two seconds, and continued, "In addition, you have to assassinate somewhere, and fight for the throne. This is a miracle that has not occurred in thousands of years."

"In order to get this divine position, some people will change from human to ghost."

"Actually, I didn't agree with your high profile at the beginning. Once you stand out from the crowd, you will easily become a common target of others." The Pope paused and smiled, "But I figured it out later, since your goal is to become a god, It is necessary not only to be recognized by the gods, but also by the believers. If you hide in the back and find the leaks, even if you become a god, it will be difficult to convince the public.”

"Although this will allow you to gain power quickly, it will also bring you death. Even in the Holy See, it is not safe. From today onwards, your food and clothing must be strictly screened. If you are not a trusted believer, don't. Approaching, already in the Holy See, and even more outside. You must have someone by your side who can fully protect you, and let him be your shield and spear."

"Besides that, you have to manage the entire Holy See. Now that you have just centralised power, this is a test and a responsibility. Everyone is watching you, including Justin and Maria, who are also watching in secret. Your every move, waiting to see your jokes."

The Pope's old father's heart broke out suddenly, and he kept babbling on and on. How could he think that Sang Jiuchi was in danger, and he could not wait to put him in a safe cabin for refuge. This is Sang Jiuchi's life and decision. As the "old father" of Sang Jiuchi, he can care about him, but cannot restrict him.

While earnestly instructing, while silently worrying.

Finally, after saying everything he could think of, the Pope was still worried, and asked again, "Can you?"

Can you?

Can't what else? The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It has reached the point where it is now. If it can't be done, you have to bite the bullet.

Men can't do it!

The Pope kept **** in his mind, and Sang Jiuchi opened the box. Inside were three very delicate seals lying quietly. After holding the three seals in their hands and playing with them for a while, Sang Jiuchi said, "Father, I will take you to fly when I become a god."

…

When Sang Jiuchi left the Pope's residence, it was already dark, a bright moon like water was hanging high in the air, and the wind in the distance was whispering like a crane. He has a dual purpose, sinking his consciousness into the world of self-cultivation as he walks.

The flow rate of the world of self-cultivation is not the same as the flow rate of his current plane. Only five days have passed in the real world, and five years have passed in the world of self-cultivation.

He looked at it from the perspective of God, and found that Susan had achieved a little, and entered the stage of collecting Qi from a wispy spirit.

Ghost Cultivation and Human Cultivation are different because of their different bodies, the cultivation methods adopted and the names of each stage are also different.

Collecting Qi is the first stage of ghost cultivation, and after the first stage is completed, you can enter into shaping. Ghost cultivators who enter this stage can have a body. They can both grab things and let others see them.

Of course, the ghost repair can also control the appearance by himself.

What Sang Jiuchi said at the beginning was to let Susan cultivate to this stage.

Susan's comprehension is not bad, it only took five years from what to collecting qi, and it won't take long before you can have a body.

When he came, Susan was cultivating with her eyes closed. Sang Jiuchi didn't bother her, but left after watching for a while.

This piece of Susan will also be completed soon.

Sang Jiuchi looked at the moon hanging high in the air, not knowing when, the moon in the sky had turned a terrifying red.

In front of the red moon, the mist is shrouded in mist, and the smoke is crisscrossed repeatedly, which seems to form a huge chessboard.

Sang Jiuchi's consciousness fluttered into the air and confronted the red moon.

The number of pieces has been dropped on the chessboard. You come and go, killing intent and traps can appear in any corner of the chessboard at any time.

Amidst the treacherousness of the red moon, Sang Jiuchi grabbed a white chess piece with his index finger and middle finger, and suddenly fell. The next moment, he defiantly took two black pieces from the board.

The red moon roared angrily, the war had just begun.

"Your Excellency Bishop." A fluttering call sounded, and the consciousness that was withdrawn quickly fell, and it really fell on him.

Sang Jiuchi looked up again, where is there any red moon above the sky, or the white moon as bright as water, hanging high in the sky, like a gentle mother comforting the earth.

Sang Jiuchi followed the voice and saw Hale hurried over in a gray robe.

He looked at Sang Jiuchi up and down, and he let out a sigh of relief after confirming that the other party was all right.

Sang Jiuchi raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"I saw a sneaky figure near your room just now," Hale frowned, "I followed him around a corner and disappeared. I was worried that something happened to you, so I came here to have a look."

Sang Jiuchi looked at Hull up and down, even if his vigorous and compact body was hidden in his body, he could see his shoulders rising and falling down. Did he run all the way? The anxiety on his face instantly made Sang Jiuchi happy, and he shoved the seal box in his hand into Hull's arms, "These are the three major power seals of the Holy See, please keep them for me."

Hull was shocked, "You give me such an important thing?"

Sang Jiuchi, "You also saw that when I left, some people dared to break into the empty door. The safest place I can think of in the entire Holy See is only here. If you can't keep these seals, I can't think of it. Who else can keep it?"

A strong sense of responsibility suddenly rose in Hull's heart, "Okay, leave it to me! I will take care of it as my life."

Sang Jiuchi paused and looked back at Hull, "That's not necessary."

The slender fingers touched Hull's tall and straight neck, and a cold touch came immediately, "Knight Hull, in my place, you are the most precious. So if there is any conflict between your life and this seal, it is better to use Protecting your life comes first, you know?"

His fingers slid down his neck and came to the neckline.

Sang Jiuchi squeezed his fingers slightly, and the neckline was pulled open.

The deep ravine-like collarbone is embedded in the shoulders, and even a few stretched tendons can be seen on the firm and vigorous chest muscles.

After a violent run just now, a thin layer of sweat was on his body, and his skin showed a white light sensation.

There were only two words in Sang Jiuchi's mind: lust.

The lover's unique hormonal smell lingered on the tip of his nose, Sang Jiuchi swallowed hard, his eyes became dark and churning.

"Knight Hull." After all, it was outside. There were many people here, and Sang Jiuchi let go of his hand regretfully.

Hull adjusted his clothes secretly, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Sang Jiuchi put the finger he had just grabbed under his nose to sniff.

The brain exploded with a "hum", and Hull made a soft "um", "I'm here."

"Help me figure it out, how long has it been since I rode?" Sang Jiuchi spoke quietly, something in the dark eyes that was about to come out.

Hull was embarrassed and excited: "Three, three days."

Sang Jiuchi: "You told me before, how often is the best time to train a horse?"

Hull swallowed, "Better once a day."

Sang Jiuchi: "Ao, I've dragged on for three days, isn't it too long?"

Hull was already red to the root of his neck, his fingers hidden under his sleeves were secretly tugging at the cuffs, and he said shyly, "Yeah."

Sang Jiuchi sighed.

Hull tilted his head cautiously, "What's the matter with you?"

Sang Jiuchi: "It's nothing, just a little regret."

Hale pricked up red ears, "What regret?"

Sang Jiuchi: "I hope my little horse can be more sensible and can tie the reins by himself."

Sang Jiuchi tilted his head and looked into Hull's eyes, "Knight Hull, do you think my little horse can do it?"

The Adam's apple swallowed hard, and Hull replied in a sound almost like a bee flapping its wings, "Yes."

When Sang Jiuchi returned to the room, he did not go in directly, but looked around.

Although he tried to put things back to their original positions, he still saw the traces of the room being turned over.

Someone came to his room looking for something? what to look for? stamp?

There was nothing special in his room worth looking for, and the seal was in the Pope's hands at the time.

If that person really came looking for the seal, he couldn't choose now.

If not to find something, then to put something.

A sneer flashed in Sang Jiuchi's eyes, what are you putting on? The thing that ruined his reputation?

After closing the door, Sang Jiuchi changed into a pair of slippers.

Following the wall, his fingers slid lightly across the wall, and he began to walk slowly forward. Without taking a step, his eyes were watching the changes in the room.

I looked around the room, but I didn't seem to find anything more in the room.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

Lifting a corner of the carpet, he finally saw the extra thing.

a letter.

Opening the letter, the contents inside made Sang Jiuchi stunned for a moment.

This is a letter of collusion and treason. The letter was written by the Eagle General of the Alpha Empire. The content is roughly in line with Sang Jiuchi, and he won the empire without knowing it.

Is this, a false accusation?

Sang Jiuchi's eyes suddenly lit up, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

Is this a game of thrones?

I have traveled through several planes, and have always wanted to taste the fun of Gong Dou, House Dou, and Quan Dou. This time, this plane actually gave me the honor to spy on the shadow of Quan Dou.

interesting.

A piece of the most ordinary piece of paper and a trumped-up charge can make someone charge a treason charge that is almost impossible to turn over and become a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

Get the maximum benefit with the lowest cost.

At the door, there was a knock.

Sang Jiuchi held the letter and sat back on the sofa, with a bit of laziness in his voice, "Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Hull locked the door with a familiarity, and stood stiffly in front of Sang Jiuchi.

Excessive shame made him dare not look directly into Sang Jiuchi's eyes, and his wheat-colored face had turned red.

Sang Jiuchi was looking down at the letter, when a rope as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked up from the bottom up along the rope, and saw that there was an aprons on Hull's neck, and the hemp rope passed through the loop of the aprons and fell in front of Sang Jiuchi.

He seemed to feel that Sang Jiuchi's eyes fell on him, and Hull was even more shy, his head turned to the side, and he didn't dare to look at Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi couldn't see Hull's eyes, he could only see his ear that was red to the point of bleeding.

Sang Jiuchi put the letter in his hand aside, and with a slight probing forward, he grabbed the rope dangling from Hull's neck.

With a slight tug on his hand, Hull stumbled under his feet and immediately knelt on the ground.

Laughter came out of Sang Jiuchi's mouth, "Is this the rein?"

He pulled up with a little force, and Hull had to follow Sang Jiuchi's strength to raise his head, his muscles tightened, and his body drew a tight curve like a prairie beast.

There was a damp gas on his body, no need to smell it hard, Sang Jiuchi could smell the fragrance of mint wrapped in grass and bathing. The blond hair is still a little wet, and the half-wet hair is half-dangling on his shoulders, like a sleeping lion on the grassland.

Hale blushed and nodded awkwardly and stiffly, not even daring to look at Sang Jiuchi.

"Heh," Sang Jiuchi sighed, "kneel here and wait for me, I'll take a bath."

Saying that, Sang Jiuchi put down the rope in his hand, stood up, took a robe and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of water then swooshed, and ding ding dong dong drilled into Hull's ears. Hull rubbed his sore ears secretly, and saw the letter Sang Jiuchi put on the table.

Just now Sang Jiuchi looked at the letter with a strange expression.

Suddenly, Hull reached out and took the letter in his hand, and the content of the letter was immediately brought into view, causing Hull's body to be shocked.

Ten minutes later, Sang Jiuchi came out wrapped in water vapor.

He sat back on the sofa and looked down at Hale, who was still kneeling on the ground. Hull's expression was a little restrained, and there was something surging in his eyes. Sang Jiuchi was stunned for a moment. He tilted his head and glanced at the envelope, and said with a smile, "Have you read this letter?"

Hale did not deny it, and nodded stiffly.

Sang Jiuchi: "Are you disappointed? I, the bright red-clothed archbishop outside, turned out to be a sinner of collaborating with the enemy and treason. If you report this matter to the king, you will be able to expose the despicable and ugly face of me. You can also be promoted to an official title.”

Hale pursed his lips, and anger flashed in his eyes. He took two deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. After a long time, he raised his head to look at Sang Jiuchi, "Is this what that person hid in your room to frame you?"

Sang Jiuchi was stunned for a moment, then changed the conversation at random, and his voice softened: "How do you know that someone else framed me, not me."

Hull: "You won't."

The warm feet suddenly stepped on the tight shoulders, and Sang Jiuchi's five toes squeezed the cloth on Hull's shoulders with slight force.

The foot was pulled slightly.

Muscles appear.

Sang Jiuchi put his foot on Hull's collarbone again, "Trust me so much? How can I remember that you always said I was a liar, and everything you said was a lie, since when did you trust me so much? Is it because of what I've done these days? But human eyes can deceive people, maybe I'm acting to deceive you."

The warm touch has been grinding on his shoulders, and Hull's consciousness is pulled, half just want to go to his shoulders, and half he has to work hard to listen to Sang Jiuchi's words.

Sang Jiuchi's voice was a bit harsh and complaining, as if he was still blaming himself for not knowing people at the time.

No wonder Sang Jiuchi said so, he blushed at the time and insisted on his belief with a thick neck.

"The Holy See is a liar", "Sang Jiuchi's deceitful magician", "There can be no gods and no ghosts in this world", and many other such remarks, which are all from his mouth from.

Hull didn't want to cry, not only wanted to cry, but also wanted to find a hole in the ground and bury himself.

It deserves that Sang Jiuchi doesn't trust him now, and it deserves that Sang Jiuchi tortures and blames himself now.

Didn't you do this all by yourself? !

Hull didn't dare to say a word, and silently endured the anger of Sang Jiuchi.

Finally, he said calmly, "I was probably blind before."

His foot had already stepped on his chest, and Sang Jiuchi had no intention of letting him go.

"Huh? What else?"

Hull made a final reflection. He went through all the wrong things he had done before. The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.

"I'm not only blind, I also refer to mental retardation. Not only is I stupid enough to serve the enemy as a master, but I also help Zhou to abuse."

The toes curled up and loosened, pinching Hull needle-like, numb and painful.

Sang Jiuchi relented: "What else?"

After thinking for a long time, Hull raised his eyes and carefully observed Sang Jiuchi's expression.

Sang Jiuchi's face was a little dark at the moment.

what else?

He tentatively said, "I shouldn't have been stubborn before, I still don't believe you?"

Sang Jiuchi's expression softened a little, "Do you believe it now?"

Finally found a breakthrough, Hull quickly replied, "I believe."

His feet slid down again and landed on his crumbling waist.

Hull's body suddenly stretched, and his eyes looked at Sang Jiuchi in disbelief.

Grinding his feet resolutely, Sang Jiuchi sighed, "You are the most sensible fierce horse I have ever seen. I want to ride it for the rest of my life. But what should I do? The seven-day appointment is coming soon."