Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The more you know, the more you will be in trouble.

What should you do when something is beyond your control?

Luo Fanchen grabbed the bloody clothes on the ground and ran away, heading to the outskirts of the jungle without looking back.

"It's too dirty. I'll find a pool to take a bath. A teacher teaches and explains. If you don't understand, ask your teacher."

Bai Yingyue didn't understand why Luo Fanchen ran away in a hurry, and what she didn't understand was that she looked at her fingers.

"Shouldn't the hidden weapon be hard? Why does it feel soft?"

"Teacher, do you know what's going on?" Bai Yingyue looked at the pope like a curious baby.

Di Weiyang's cold lips twitched slightly, and the veins in the corners of his eyes throbbed.

She was watching the show with great interest, but this guy suddenly ran away and left the mess to her?

Bastard,

This man must be deliberately trying to mess with her mentality.

Di Weiyang drove him away coldly: "Go practice, it's adults' business, don't ask about it as a child."

Bai Yingyue was both timid and brave, and she puffed out her full chest: "I'm not a child anymore, I'll be eighteen in two and a half months."

Di Weiyang shook her head: "I didn't let you know because I was afraid you would be embarrassed, you girl, you don't know what's good for you."

Bai Yingyue pulled the Pope's arm in a coquettish way, shook it gently, and said in a coquettish voice: "Just tell me, I'm a generous disciple, there's nothing in the world that can embarrass me."

Di Weiyang sighed, and a light flashed in his hand.

He took out a yellowed small book from the storage space, with no words or pictures on the cover, and threw it into Bai Yingyue's hand.

"What is this?"

Di Weiyang said calmly: "This is a must-read book for all the saints of the temple. Sooner or later, I will pass it on to you. Don't regret it when you open it."

"Well, I definitely won't regret it."

How could Bai Yingyue, who was overflowing with curiosity, control herself?

With an excited heart and trembling hands, she eagerly opened the little yellow book, as if she was about to enter a mysterious world.

"Ah!"

Just flipping through the first page, she saw two pictures of a man and a woman, with rows of small words next to them.

Bai Yingyue couldn't help but cry out, her lips trembling as she pointed at the book:

"Teacher, how can they be so shameless? They don't wear anything. Dirty things, this is a dirty thing!!!"

Di Weiyang said coldly: "Give it back to me if you don't want to see it."

Bai Yingyue bit her lip and lowered her head to continue studying the dirty things. The pictures on it seemed to have magical powers.

It attracted her deeply.

She continued to flip through the pages, and as her knowledge increased, her delicate body began to tremble and her face became redder and redder.

Until she closed the last page, her face had burned to the extreme, and she didn't dare to look at the eyes of the female pope at all, and handed the book back with her trembling little hands.

"Teacher, I'll give it back to you..."

"You don't have to give it back to me, you keep it well and pass it on to the next generation of saints. I don't need to emphasize its importance."

"Ah!!"

Bai Yingyue covered her pretty face and finally couldn't help screaming, tears dripping from shyness.

"Teacher, what stupid things did I do just now!"

"I regret it, I shouldn't have read this thing, wuwuwu, how should I face my senior brother in the future."

The female pope said expressionlessly: "Now you know where your senior brother hides the hidden weapon?"

Bai Yingyue's mind suddenly appeared the scene of communicating with Luo Fanchen just now, and then she cried even louder.

"Ah!"

"I told my senior brother that I was very smart, but I am not smart at all, teacher. I am too embarrassed to see anyone now."

"What should I do?"

The female pope asked coldly, "Does it feel good?"

"Feel?"

Bai Yingyue's expression froze. Yes, she almost forgot that she had touched it.

"Ah!"

"I don't want to live, and I don't have the face to live. Let your disciple hit his head against the tree and die. I will come back in the next life to repay your kindness in raising and teaching."

"Maybe..." Di Weiyang said, "Your senior brother doesn't know the difference between men and women, just like you did before."

"Yes, then there is no need to be embarrassed." Bai Yingyue stopped crying and felt much better.

Di Weiyang asked back, "If he didn't know, why would he run away so quickly?"

"Ah!"

Bai Yingyue cried even harder.

"Are you trying to comfort me? Aren't you trying to provoke me?"

Di Weiyang pointed out with his finger, and Bai Yingyue's crying stopped abruptly. She looked nervously in the direction he pointed, "Brother, are you back so soon?"

"No." Di Weiyang shook his head: "Master means that the tree is thicker."

When the smile on one person's face disappears, it will definitely appear on another person's face. Di Weiyang's lips overflowed with a happy smile.

The peerless female pope sighed softly in her heart.

She seemed,

It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed. When did the pressure start?

When I became a saint?

When I inherited the throne of the pope?

Or when I launched reforms and faced the hostility of the nobles?

No,

It started when I was training on the mainland and witnessed countless bullying and injustices and countless human sufferings.

Some of the world's trends are things she can't change, and some are things she can change.

And some,

are things she thinks she should try to change even if she can't do it.

...

"Splash, splash!"

"Take a bath and feel good."

A man is a teenager until he dies.

In the dark jungle, soft moonlight splashed on the clear stream. Luo Fanchen hummed a little song while taking a bath, feeling very comfortable.

He originally just planned to come out to avoid the limelight, but he didn't expect that he really heard the sound of water and found a stream.

He took a photo and found that there was no Qilin pattern on his back. He almost thought it was washed away.

He tried to pass the soul power through his five internal organs, and five-color light surged. Suddenly, red lines lit up on his back, forming a handsome beast.

"It turns out that it needs to be activated to appear. Not bad, high-end and classy."

The Kirin pattern exuded a strong fierce power. None of the water soul beasts in the stream dared to approach it, and they fled in fear.

Luo Fanchen immediately understood why the female pope was confident that he would come out alone.

This tattoo carries the aura of the overlord of the soul beast oasis: the Kirin Venerable. How could a soul beast dare to act rashly.

Not only does it bless combat power, but it is also equivalent to a talisman. The foundation of the temple is really amazing, and it actually hides such a secret method.

"Tsk tsk, I don't know how Wei Yang told my junior sister about that knowledge."

Luo Fanchen was thinking about it, and didn't notice that a mini silver shadow the size of a toothpick was approaching him rapidly under the water.

"Hiss——"

Luo Fanchen was washing clothes, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg. He jumped up instantly, and the Kirin pattern glowed.

A punch smashed down.

The stream exploded, splashing water, a vacuum appeared, revealing pebbles, and then quickly submerged.

"Nothing?"

Luo Fanchen came ashore with his bare buttocks, and looked around cautiously. The stream was clear, and there was no trace of any soul beast.

Looking down, he saw a tiny wound on his thigh.

He circulated his soul power, and there was nothing abnormal in his body, let alone anything strange. He secretly said in his heart that it was weird, and immediately evacuated from here.

He ran while pulling up his pants.

When he left, the surroundings returned to silence again, with only the sound of flowing water and the hazy moonlight beside the stream.

A tall figure walked out of thin air, without any space cracks, and no soul power fluctuations.

She wore a golden mask dripping with blood and tears, crying, like crying and laughing, depressed and heavy, very weird.

She was such a weird woman.

Silver silk fell like a waterfall to her waist. The black gauze dress wrapped around her perfect body. Every inch of her skin exuded a crystal white luster. Her legs were slender and her white lotus feet were bare, floating in the air.

She stretched out her white wrist, and a miniature silver shadow flew out of the stream. It turned out to be a silver dragon phantom.

The dragon shadow dissipated in the woman's palm, leaving a drop of red blood...