The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

For what the Pope said, Luo Ci nodded hastily, as if looking forward to it.

The Pope looked at Angelus, trying to see a little extra emotion on his face, but he only nodded slightly in understanding.

Luo Ci knew the nature of the fragments, so she took the initiative to hold his hand and looked at the Pope with some hope, "Will you wait a few more days? Can't you go now?"

It is normal for children to have heartbeats.

However, he is only five years old, and he does everything according to his own preferences.

So the Pope has absolutely no doubts.

"Tomorrow I will have someone take you to the secret pavilion."

In fact, he didn't want to coax children at all, but Anglios didn't seem to be very close, so he could only start with Luo porcelain.

After they left, the other three selected also left respectfully.

The Pope was inexplicably panicked, and vaguely felt that something might go wrong.

But... the child was obviously looking forward to it. As for the experimental subject he was looking for, although he was a little less emotional and lacked interest, it didn't look like he was coming for him.

He breathed a sigh of relief again.

Only one last point.

*

Angelus walked very fast with Luo Ci, which made the teeth of the three people who wanted to come over and stab at it shattered.

Back in the room, Angelus gently held her face, her beautiful feathered eyelashes didn't move, Bingxue stared at her quietly, her slender lips slightly opened, "When this matter is dealt with, I can talk to you. Are you going to your house together?"

He didn't like to stay here, and he didn't want to slowly negotiate with the Pope anymore. The lost memory didn't matter, he just wanted to be alone with her.

I just want to... grow up with the little devil.

The little devil blinked, "Didn't we say it before?" Why did he ask again.

But she didn't really want to go down with the Pope Xu and Wei Snake. If they hadn't found a place where he could do those sneaky operations, and if they hadn't known who was behind them, how could they have stayed for so long.

The Pope is too procrastinating.

If you want to take advantage of them, you will hurry up, and you will always be suspicious.

The little devil murmured silently in his heart.

But luckily we can find out tomorrow.

*

Day two.

Luo Ci and the others were taken to the secret pavilion, where they were blindfolded, and they did not remove the cloth blocking their sight until they entered the secret pavilion.

The secret cabinet is very big, and they are only in one of the rooms.

The Pope was very satisfied with them and looked at Angelus, "I need your help."

He pointed to something that looked like a holy stone over there, "Put your hand on it and feel it mindfully."

In fact, he can't wait a little, but he has to test whether he meets the conditions. After all, if he fails this time, his life will also reach the end, and there will be no second chance.

The Pope has been relying on other means to live for hundreds of years. He usually does not use magic if he can use it. There is a substance in the angel's body that contains a strong breath of life. Before, he tried to transfer the breath of the angel to a certain saint. Being backlashed, life goes by faster.

So this time he was extra careful.

Angelus looked at the stone silently, reached out and touched it lightly. The stone was so radiant that it shocked the Pope who was watching from behind, and then the whole person trembled.

With such a strong aura, he will definitely succeed this time!

Angelus slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes were calm, and his tone was flat, "What else is there to do?"

But Luo Ci could hear his impatience, it felt very light, and there was never even the slightest emotion on her face, but she really heard it.

The Pope suppressed his surprise. All he had to do was bring Angelus to the final base. He didn't want to use magic anymore, but in order to prevent the medicine from not working, he took out his staff, muttered words in his mouth, and moved towards him. Angelus casts puppet magic.

This is not the magic that the temple should have, but more like a witch's.

The staff was aimed at Angelus, he didn't dodge, let it fall on him, and then his body was a little mechanical, and his eyes were cold and temperatureless.

The Pope was very confident in his own magic, but even so, he still asked Anglaus to attack Luo Ci, trying to test it.

He pointed to Luo Ci, the past elegance and kindness disappeared, his face was full of malice, his tone was as casual as crushing a grasshopper, "Kill her."

Angelus slowly looked at the Pope, as if confirming the order. His icy pupils were like inhuman beast pupils. He was about to pounce and tear the Pope apart in the next second. He was so frightened that he took a step back.

But soon Angelus turned his head and looked at Luo Ci with cold eyes.

Luo Ci said in surprise at the right time, "You are lying to us!"

She took out a bottle of potion and drank it, and her figure slowly disappeared.

The Pope was so angry that he cast magic in the room, but there seemed to be no one else in the room except him and Angelus.

He calmed down, even if the little girl escaped, it didn't matter if he spread it out, anyway, those ignorant people would only choose to believe him. When the experiment is successful, he will be able to live for hundreds of years, and the group of angels...

Lowered his voice, "Follow me."

Angelus slowly followed behind him, and his behavior seemed to be no different from that of a puppet, but the right hand that was hanging by his side was gently hooked inward, touching the plush wrapped around his wrist.

He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced, then withdrew his gaze, his icy gaze fixed on the Pope, flashing with a condensed killing intent.

From the time he was ordered to attack the little devil, the Pope's fate had been decided.

...

The Pope took him to a dark place similar to a basement, flicked a switch somewhere, and the entire secret room was lit up.

Angelus saw everything in the secret room.

The blood pool, two parallel stone platforms, the messy white wreckage on the ground, bottles of strange magic potions and various utensils on the table.

The Pope asked Angelus to sit on the stone platform, while he was slowly calculating the dose of the magic potion on the experimental table, preparing dozens of bottles in total, as well as the blood in two small bottles.

One bottle is pale golden blood, which looks like only a few drops in quantity, but it has a strong aura, as if it has been purified; the other bottle is dark purple blood, which is less radiant than golden blood and has a smaller amount.

However, the Pope disliked dark purple blood, but he still had to pour the potion little by little from the container until the pale golden blood and the dark purple blood gradually merged, and the pitch-black liquid in the transparent crystal bottle gradually became colorless.

There were huge surprises and excitement in his eyes. This time he finally succeeded. This bottle of potion can help him perfectly carry the power of an angel.

He looked at Angelus, his eyes were fiery, as if staring at Tang Monk's flesh.

An angel who has thrown himself into a snare.

Humph.

Do you really think he can't see it?