Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 2017 - 503: Miss, Don’t!_2

"Miss An, after a month of separation, we meet again."

Lancelot sat in the hall of the Yu Family Mansion, coldly watching An Yiqing, who had just crawled out of the cultivation base. He glanced at the blood covering An Yiqing and a trace of mockery appeared in his eyes.

"Miss An is still as vulgar as ever, the smell of all that blood is quite nauseating." With that, Lancelot pretended to fan his nose in disgust, looking repugnant.

The Sacred Temple Knight who accompanied him, along with several men that An Yiqing hadn’t seen before, all wore mocking smiles, looking at the Thirteen Blood Generals as if they were a heap of trash.

An Yiqing’s heart sank; the moment she saw Lancelot, she knew today’s confrontation wouldn’t end peacefully.

Even so, she refused to swallow down this insult. With a slight raise of her eye corner, An Yiqing let out a cold laugh, "The blood on me is naturally less comfortable than Mr. Lancelot sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others’ labor. But I didn’t expect that after slaughtering a batch of pigs, another herd would come along."

Lancelot’s face darkened, the snickers from the Thirteen Blood Generals fueling his anger further.

"Miss An is truly sharp-tongued, even at a time like this, not forgetting to make a verbal jab! But I wonder if your skills match your words!" Lancelot stood up from the sofa, looking down at An Yiqing condescendingly, "Miss An, today, I’ve invited the Church’s envoy in Xuanjin, Archbishop Meisite. He will properly teach you how to become a qualified follower."

Meisite? Not completely dead?

An Yiqing’s mouth twitched, looking at the middle-aged man standing behind Lancelot. With flaxen curls, an unremarkable Western face among the crowd, and a not-so-tall stature, he looked just like a regular church priest.

However, An Yiqing knew that this seemingly ordinary man’s body held astounding power.

Her gaze dimmed, acknowledging that today was destined for bloodshed. In the Church, the Archbishop in Red’s strength is unfathomable. Meisite, as the envoy in Xuanjin, his means are imaginable.

Hands subtly moved behind her back, An Yiqing signaled the Thirteen Blood Generals with a gesture only they could understand.

Find an opportunity to escape, don’t linger in battle, leave the rest to me.

Understanding An Yiqing’s intent, An Zhifeng and the others felt a wave of emotion, nearly tearing up.

At this moment, Meisite stepped out from behind Lancelot, looking at An Yiqing with peaceful eyes. His demeanor truly seemed messianic.

"Miss An, pleased to meet you, I am Meisite, the most faithful follower of His Holiness the Pope. Lancelot has reported your grievances to the great Pope, who specially sent me to redeem you. Miss An, please awaken and follow the Lord’s path." Having said that, Meisite raised the cross on his chest, closing his eyes and chanting quietly.

An Yiqing frowned slightly, greatly disliking Meisite’s messiah-like attitude, "Speak plainly, don’t be so hypocritical. Are all Church people transformed transvestites?"

Meisite’s expression changed, "Miss An, hand over poor Eva and return with me to the Divine Country to receive the Lord’s baptism. Your sins are too deep; only the Lord can redeem you."

With a cold laugh, An Yiqing rolled her eyes dramatically, "Mr. Not-Quite-Dead, I’m a Xuanjin Person, even the redemption is the concern of Guanyin Bodhisattva and Buddha. Didn’t your great Lord and Pope teach you not to meddle?"

Meisite’s face twitched, An Yiqing’s stubbornness greatly irritated him.

"Since Miss An refuses redemption, then I have no choice but to use force."

"Old men dawdling, if you want to fight, fight! Being a hypocritic whore, truly the Church’s lackey!"

Unable to keep up the act, Meisite’s heart surged with anger, he clasped the silver cross tightly with both hands, chanting loudly.

Simultaneously, Lancelot and the others moved, scattering to encircle the Thirteen Blood Generals.

After signaling the Thirteen Blood Generals, An Yiqing grabbed the Qingying Sword and charged forward without a word!

Time dragged on; their bodies grew weaker. The urgent plan was to quickly and decisively fight to give Ah Feng and them a chance to escape!

As An Yiqing moved, Meisite completed his chant, and he took action.

The silver cross emitted a powerful, dazzling white light, the Church’s devouring power!