Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

The laughter around him didn't put any pressure on him.

Anyway, it still looks like this gaudy from beginning to end.

It doesn't matter, it's still an indifferent attitude from beginning to end.

It seemed real at the moment.

"Pope of Light, you have so many talents in the Temple of the Alliance of Light!"

"First, there was a first-class saint who could possess the God of Light, and now there is a proud son of heaven who can cast a phantom from the crown of the goddess Athena."

"The latter is understandable. As for the former...it looks like this guy is talking to himself."

"Could this guy be directing and acting on his own?"

"Talent! What a talent!"

"The Pope of Light, I have seen it thoroughly today!"

"Hahaha! I don't have any regrets in this life!"

The Dark Pope Motu clapped his hands and laughed.

While speaking, his thoughts were stabbed in an all-round way, and the more he talked, the more smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Another wave of mocking.

The Pope of Light's complexion has long since turned into the bottom of the pot.

How many times has this been mocked.

Mocking and mocking, what is the point?

Now the whole person is in a state of extreme anxiety.

The more I think about it, the more restless I feel.

The rhythm and rhythm of all aspects also seemed a little unsteady.

"Ouyangtu!"

"It's enough!"

"Get back!"

The Pope of Light snorted coldly, then couldn't help but rubbed his head and said.

What he meant was to tell Ouyang Tu not to embarrass himself here!

People have already seen through your tricks, and now that the phantom of the true God of Light is in place, what are you doing here, a virtual fake?

Do you still think this embarrassment is not big enough?

Um?

Look at what's going on now!

Once there is no self-knowledge!

Simply the idiot of idiots!

"Um?"

"Yuwen Hanlin!"

"You are presumptuous!"

"Kneel down!"

"In front of this god, do you have the right to speak?"

Ouyangtu was completely lost.

I'm addicted to dressing up now, so I don't know what to do anymore.

While talking, the sneer on his face was beyond words, and then he was domineering.

Bright Pope: "???"

I gave you a face, didn't I?

ah?

Give you three points of color, do you fucking want to open a dyeing workshop for labor and management?

What kind of virtue do you have, do you really have no points in your heart?

Endless here?

"come over!"

"court death!"

The Pope of Light snorted coldly, then stretched out a hand indifferently, followed by the air and grabbed Ouyang Tu, then threw him aside viciously.

"ah!"

"Ahhh!"

Ouyang Tu gritted his teeth, his body couldn't help shaking violently, severe pain swept his whole body, and his brain was buzzing.

At this moment, I can't pretend anymore.

If he was really possessed by the God of Light, how could he be so easily controlled by the Pope of Light?

"Um?"

"what happened?"

"My brain hurts!"

"Whirring whirring!"

"It feels...it feels like a long dream."

"What the hell... exactly happened?"

"The Pope? His Majesty the Pope?"

"Aren't I in the Great Formation of Faith?"

"I'm competing with the power of faith."

"And then suddenly it became like this."

"What the hell...what the hell happened."

"It's getting more and more confusing."

"How strange."

"In a daze, I seem to see the crown of the true god."

Ouyang Tu rubbed his head, and while talking, his frown became wider.

While talking at the moment, he immediately shook his head.

All kinds of feelings in my heart gathered in an all-round way, and my thoughts were extremely messy.

very strange.

Always feel a little restless.

"snort!"

"Nothing happened!"

"You've been just a nightmare for so long!"

"Now that you have entered the Faith Formation, you will lose the Faith Contest!"

"The Pope announces that Fang Fan will win this competition of faith!"

The Pope of Light waved his hand, then said calmly.

This matter really can't be tossed about any longer.

If you keep messing around like this, something will happen.

I have suffered too much humiliation today.

Fully bearing in place, the sullen feeling in my heart burst out in an all-round way!

The more you think about it, the deeper your feelings become.

it is more than words.

"Losing?"

"I lost?"

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

"Just now... you were the one who caught me out of the Faith Formation just now!"

"I didn't lose!"

"I don't!"

"I am the winner!"

"Pope...Your Majesty the Pope! You...you can't do this to me!"

"Competing for faith, how could I lose to this look!"

"The Arabian Nights! It is clearly the Arabian Nights!"

The yelling was all in place, Ouyang Tu's face was black, and while he was talking, the extreme displeasure on his face gathered in all directions.

The more I talked, the more my thoughts surged in place.

I can't control this feeling.

"oh?"

"Do you still know that I pulled you out of the Xinyang formation?"

"Um?"

"So, your memory is fine?"

"Huh? I think you've been quite normal from the beginning to the end!"

"Here, pretending to be crazy with this saint?"

"snort!"

"You are not qualified!"

"I warn you! Don't engage in such unrealistic things!"

"The battle of faith, how the situation is, I think you know better than anyone else in your heart."

"Don't think that I don't know about those petty movements among you!"

"Don't say it, I'm trying to save face for you!"

"snort!"

"Don't know what's good or bad!"

The cold snort was fully in place, and a trace of murderous intent flickered in the eyes of the Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin.

At this moment, the attitude has been made very clear.

It means that you don't know what's good or bad!

Do it yourself!

Ouyang Tu's heart was cold

Losing, these are not terrible.

The big deal is just a little loss of face, and it won't have much impact on himself.

But... But now the Pope of Light no longer trusts himself, and even has a lot of extreme sullen feelings towards himself.

Once all this sullenness is fully vented, he is completely finished.

There is no hope.

Everything is over.

Thinking of the situations that might happen, the sense of panic and anxiety in my heart can't help but superimpose in an all-round way.

At the moment, completely numb.

"Your Highness, you...you must...must listen to my explanation!"

"Things...things are not what you think they are."

"Your Majesty the Pope."

"All along, all along, you've been lied to!"

"You have to trust me!"

"Your Majesty the Pope..."

Ouyang Tu has given up all his dignity at the moment, and these are all burdens to him.

At this moment, Ouyangtu flew directly in front of the Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin, then prostrated himself in front of him, and then tightly hugged the Bright Pope's thigh. For a while, he didn't want to let go.