Doting on concubines and destroying wives?Reborn to marry a traitor and take your life!

Chapter 585 Wait

The baptism ceremony is not complicated. The Son only drops water from an alabaster bottle on the forehead of the recipient.

Seeing the Holy Son approaching, everyone who was about to receive the ceremony raised their heads and looked at the Holy Son enthusiastically.

Now this Holy Son is taller and majestic than the one before, more like the messenger of the true God, and the one before really deserves to die. He actually dared to betray the Holy God, desecrate the Holy Religion and the temple, and even defected from the Holy City.

If the news of his death had not been received, they would have peeled off his skin and cramped his muscles with their own hands, so that the Holy Spirit would not blame him.

As drops of clear water fall, the spirit of the recipients is refreshed and they bow devoutly.

Until Su Youyue arrived, the Holy Son was no different. Just like before, he picked up a drop of water with his index finger and gently tapped it on her forehead.

Clothes fluttered.

As the precious agarwood surged in the temple, Su Youyue faintly smelled a familiar woody fragrance.

Very light.

Almost in a flash.

But this scent that haunted her had already been engraved into the depths of her soul, making her almost want to cry as soon as she smelled it.

Her guess was correct.

The person in front of her is her Xie Yuan, her little fat man.

No one is more familiar with the aroma of his arms than she is. She has curled up in his arms time and time again in the afternoon. Her body is already satisfied, but her soul is not yet satisfied. She longs for his breath more and more over and over again.

The Holy Son just touched her beautiful forehead lightly and left.

When the next person was about to arrive, that person's legs suddenly gave out because he was too excited, and he staggered and was about to throw himself on the Holy Son.

"Bold!" the priest scolded.

The Holy Son also took a step aside.

The man was supported by the people next to him, and he managed to keep his figure, but he was frightened: "His Royal Highness the Pope, His Royal Highness the Holy Son, please forgive the believers... This is the first time for believers to see His Highness the Pope and His Highness the Holy Son. , too happy..."

Before the Pope spoke, the priest already looked unhappy. The Holy Son, who almost never spoke, had already gone straight to the next person and continued the baptism, seemingly not caring whether he was bumped into.

The priest frowned and hesitated to speak, but the Pope said: "No problem, let's continue."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but knelt down with a plop and thanked him.

This little episode did not attract everyone's attention for too long. They were more immersed in the joy of receiving the baptism of the Holy Son.

The Pope and the Holy Son would not waste too much time on this kind of thing. After the baptism was completed, they let the angel lead them out of the temple.

As soon as they left the temple, they felt the air-conditioning outside the temple was overwhelming, but everyone was relaxed a lot. They didn't care that the divine envoy was still around, so they started discussing in a low voice.

"His Royal Highness the Pope is indeed graceful, noble, kind and kind. I, Wang, am satisfied to see His Highness the Pope today."

"The Holy Son is also in the form of a god. When he baptized me just now, I thought I saw a god..."

"It would be great if I could also be a divine envoy. I would be able to serve His Highness the Pope and His Royal Highness the Holy Son every day... I heard that Priest Aos went to Jiujiang Pass to select divine envoys this time. Alas, why did he choose some country people this time? Come on, if I'm still in the Holy City, I will definitely come and stand for election. If I can't be chosen as the divine envoy, I can come and copy the sacred scriptures. As long as I can come to the temple once in a while, I feel that I will definitely be a person favored by the gods. "

Listening to the discussion of several people, Su Youyue smiled slightly and asked as if she was also yearning for it: "I heard that as long as you are good at calligraphy, you can copy the holy scriptures?"

Seeing her interjecting, others glanced at her and quickly sneered: "Miss Shen, I advise you not to dream. Anyone who can come to copy the holy scriptures is not a scholar who has been practicing calligraphy for many years. You come from Jiujiang Pass." , let alone calligraphy, can you write?" Someone covered their mouths and snickered: "If nothing else, all the people who serve in the holy scriptures do not represent the face of the holy religion, and everyone who goes there is top-notch in appearance. , Miss Shen may be reincarnated with a different face, maybe there will be a chance!"

Qing Luo blushed with anger when she heard the two men's ridicule.

These people have never seen the lady’s handwriting or true appearance, otherwise how could they have the nerve to laugh at her!

Su Youyue did not explain, but just smiled back, then thoughtfully took Qingluo and Zheying back to their carriage.

"Miss, if one day you can show your true face, I really want to see if those people still look like this!"

As soon as she returned to the carriage, Qingluo couldn't hold it in any longer.

Su Youyue smiled slightly: "Don't you think the Holy Religion is strange?"

Qing Luo didn't understand what it meant: "Miss, what's so strange about this?"

Zheying whispered from the side: "Except for the Pope and a few higher-status priests in the Holy Church, the rest of the divine envoys are particularly young and have outstanding looks. Even the nobles who come to serve the Holy Scriptures are the same. People with outstanding appearance, even though the holy religion is a divine religion, they seem to pay special attention to their appearance.”

"This..." After hearing what he said, Qing Luo thought about it and realized that it seemed to be true.

In the past, she saw those people from the Holy Religion and sighed that they were indeed members of the Holy Religion. They all looked like immortals and were not like ordinary people at all. Now that she thought about it, all of those people were young and outstanding in appearance. Outstanding people seem to be chosen by people, not because they are in the Holy Religion, have outstanding talents, temperament, and appearance.

Su Youyue also integrated the currently known information and what she saw before she figured out what she felt was strange just now.

The dignified Pope would actually pay attention to the appearance of an insignificant person like himself.

Unless, what he pays attention to is not himself, but his appearance.

After thinking about this clearly, details that she had not paid attention to before emerged.

A religious religion that believes in God, in which the bishops and priests are all people who have believed in God for many years, how can they not understand that appearance is just the appearance of the world, so how can they judge people by their appearance?

She didn't know whether the Holy Spirit was a god or not, but to her, this holy religion was nothing more than rotten fruit wrapped in exquisite sugar coating.

"Miss, I didn't expect that a dignified saint would actually judge people by their appearance. They look no different from ordinary people." Qingluo came back to her senses and immediately couldn't help complaining.

After Su Youyue nodded, she slowly let go of her hands that had been folded together for a while.

As her upper hand moved away, a light red handwriting gradually appeared on the lower hand.

The moment Zingying, who was sitting in the carriage, saw the handwriting clearly, he lost his composure and stood up suddenly, completely forgetting that the carriage was above his head, and couldn't help but kowtow.

Qingluo felt pain when she heard it, and when she quickly tried to pull him down, Zheying seemed unaware of the pain. She leaned forward, breathing a little heavier, and stared at the writing on the back of Su Youyue's hand.

"grown ups……"

The young man murmured, his eyes suddenly turning red.

Su Youyue also stretched out her hand and gently stroked the edge of the writing that finally showed its shape after being heated.

That's an equal word.

After four months, she received the message left for her by Xie Yuan for the first time.

Although she was asked to wait, she was so happy that she wanted to cry.

(End of this chapter)