The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1801 Want to Blaspheme Today (20)

He remembered, didn't the God of Light return to the Void Temple?

Why did he suddenly decide to come out of the Void Temple and... still live with the saint?
At this moment, the Pope saw the God of Light sitting quietly with Hiber. The God of Light looked very indifferent, but the Pope, who had been with the God of Light for a long time, knew that some things about the God of Light gave him a different feeling.

Sibel leaned lazily on the lady's chair placed in the booth. She saw the Pope coming, and she had already thought of the purpose of the Pope's visit. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "If the Pope comes here, is it If you come to persuade me to go back and pray, then you can leave now."

Hearing Hiber's ruthless words, the Pope smiled helplessly.

In the entire empire, whoever respects the elders and envoys of the Holy See, let alone the pope, even the king will act according to his face.

Now he was turned away by a little girl.

The Pope casually glanced at the blond beauty beside the girl. The blond beauty was wearing a snow-white cassock, which was different from the cassocks of ordinary saints. There were more details on the collar of his robe, with golden threads wrapped like clouds, and the shoulders There are also tassels, and the long golden hair is soft and silky, hanging behind her waist.

No waves, no waves, and sacred and inviolable.

Looking at the calm and indifferent eyes of the blond beauty, the Pope sighed helplessly in his heart.

Forget it, he has the backing of the God of Light behind him.

He is just a little Pope, the person whom the God of Light wants to protect, what can he say!

The Pope sighed helplessly, and found two ancestors for himself.

The Pope came, sat on the side, and said to Hiber: "The saint is right, I did come here because of this matter. Before that, I want to know why the saint is unwilling to continue praying?"

Hiber looked at the Pope blankly, "Do I look like an emotionless robot?"

Hearing the words, the Pope was taken aback for a moment: "What do you mean by robot?"

"Oh," Xibel forgot that there are no robots here, so Xibel gave another example: "It's almost like a puppet."

With that said, the Pope understood.

He glanced at Xibel up and down, then shook his head honestly: "Not like."

This little girl is swift and resolute in her actions, protected by the God of Light, and lawless. It can be said that she is a ferocious little beast that is completely out of control. What kind of obedient puppet is she!

The word "puppet" is completely incompatible.

Hibel misunderstood what the Pope meant, thinking that the Pope said she was not like a puppet, and Hibel nodded and said, "You see, the Pope also said that I am not like a puppet. Of course I am not a puppet, I am Living people, how can they follow your instructions every day like a program. All my itineraries throughout the day are clearly arranged by you. I don’t have any private space of my own, and I don’t seem to feel tired and tired. Not a puppet, what is that?"

"..."

The pope fell silent.

He seemed to understand the meaning of Hiber's words.

She feels that the life of repeating prayers every day is too boring, too tiring, and not free, right?

The Pope breathed a sigh of relief. If the reason was only because of these, it would be easy to say.

After all, they haven't had a saint all these years, so they have long been used to living without a saint.

(End of this chapter)