Chapter 122

Half a day later.

The people of the hundred flower sect are eating lunch around the table.

"Master, senior brother, third elder brother, it seems that he has not practiced." XiuXiu ran in, panting and excited.

When she is free these days, she runs to the orchid hall and accompanies Gu Qingshan to practice her skills and refuel.

"No more practice? What is he doing Asked the white goose.

"He's gone to shower and change."

XiuXiu wrinkled her nose, with disgust on her face, she said: "a few days ago, his body was full of sweat. I asked him to take a bath and change clothes. His whole person was just like a demon. He didn't hear me. Today, he went to take a bath by himself."

The white goose thought for a while and said with a smile, "it seems that you have got something."

Gu Qingshan bathed in the hot spring, looking at the explanation of the victory interface, he felt a heavy sense of harvest in his heart.

"Random dance (intermediate): a growing skill that shoots 10 arrows in a short period of time to attack the opponent in an unpredictable arc."

"Shrinking to inch (intermediate): magical skill, randomly designated position, or by capturing and locking the enemy's breath, breaking through the space limit through special body method, and directly appearing in the corresponding position."

"Distance: 30 meters."

30 meters. It can be used in actual combat.

At this time, a fire came.

Gu Qingshan received the fire talisman. As soon as he was urged by his spiritual power, a beautiful whisper came from inside.

"Elder martial brother, it seems that the master is choosing the foundation period skill for you."

Gu Qingshan smiles and puts the fire talisman away.

He opened the Ares interface and looked at the hourglass again.

Just seven grains of sand are left above the hourglass.

You can go back in a minute.

Gu Qingshan watched the hourglass, quietly watching the grains of sand, like slow lens, slowly falling down.

Time is up.

A light curtain flashed by, and he disappeared from the world of practice.

San auranca empire.

The palace.

"Still no news?"

"Why is there still no news? Do you all eat for nothing? I'll cut your heads off

The king of the Empire, the gray haired old man, sat on his throne and asked coldly.

Several officers below were shaking and kneeling on the ground: "the princess said she would be back soon, but we have not found her serial number on the border line."

"Hum, useless things, I will give orders to kill --"

the old man suddenly noticed that the woman with holy glory was gesturing at herself.

The old man understood the gesture.

He angrily waved his hand and angrily said, "get out of here! Don't let me see such rubbish as you again

Several officers were sweating and walked away.

After they left, the old man took a few breaths, and his expression gradually eased down.

"Dear Pope, how is the matter that I asked you to handle?" The old man's voice suddenly became gentle.

"It's being done. Please don't worry about it. It will be done soon."

The woman, dressed in a pure white robe and full of brilliance, replied.

A woman is about fifty years old, elegant, with a ring of bright halo hanging over her head. Suddenly, she almost thinks that it is the Virgin Mary who has come to the world.

If she appeared outside the palace, I don't know how many ordinary people would kneel on the ground and worship.

Unfortunately, she wore a layer of gauze, no one can see her real appearance.

"Get out of here. I'll talk to the Pope." The old man said.

Everyone stepped back.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

"Come on." Said the old man on the throne.

The Pope did not speak.

"Come on, please."

The tone of the old man was a little imploring.

The holy Pope sighed, raised his robe, and walked step by step towards the throne.

Her foot was lame, so she walked slowly, but the old man was obviously happy.

Step by step, the Pope stepped onto the throne and stood by the old man.

She stroked the old man's head and whispered, "don't worry. Although there are still some people who are unrepentant, their doomsday is today."

The old man cried out and said, "you know that's not what I want."

The Pope pauses, and his voice becomes soft: "soon, bear it again, soon."

"I can't stand it, I won't do it! I want to -- "

the voice of the old man suddenly stops.

His head drooped slowly, and his whole body collapsed on the throne, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

But a pair of hands appeared on the old man's chest.

A pair of hands with sharp fingernails protruded from the old man's body.The hands pushed hard to both sides, and the old man's chest opened.

In the chest of the old man, there was no organ, but there was a little man.

He was a little man with wrinkles all over his body, only sparse hair on his head and a wrinkled face.

However, his voice was full of sharp voice.

"Mother, I don't want to stay here. It's so lonely here," the little man cried

"Dear baby," the Pope whispered, holding him in his arms, "give your mother two more days to put this country in your pocket, and you can stop acting."

The villain grabbed the Pope and roared wildly, "why don't you understand me? I want Anna, I want her to eat her ability, I want her to be my evolutionary raw material!"

"Anna is yours. No one can take it away, my dear son." The Pope coaxed.

All of a sudden, she lifted the veil and revealed a face without skin and an empty eye socket with only black holes left.

She touched her son's face and said, "listen to your mother and you'll get Anna."

"That's the thorn rose of the Empire. If you don't work hard, how can you get her?"

The villain sobbed and said, "really?"

"Really," said the Pope, holding the little man in his hand, "as long as you work hard for another two days, I'll get Anna back and give it to you."

"Well, I'll try. I'll try. I want Anna." Then he climbed back into his chest.

The old man raised his head again and said in an old voice, "I want Anna, I want her, she belongs to me!"

suddenly, there was a crisp sound outside the hall.

"Who!" Cried the old man angrily.

As he spoke, the Pope stood still under the steps, and the veil on his face had already covered his face again.

Look at her elegant and noble manner, as if never left the original place.

Outside the hall, there was a sound of alarm.

"Sire, Princess Anna has sent a message asking for a direct dialogue with you."

"Anna!"

The old man gave a joyful cry, pressed his hands on the throne, and was about to stand up.

He looked at the Pope, and though there was a veil, he could still feel his dissatisfaction.

The old man shrunk and coughed softly, saying, "call on the phone, you can start."

After a while, the secret communication equipment is set up and connected.

The curtain of light lit up.

Beyond the layers of protection, the communicator came across the scene from the distant free Federation.

The old man and the Pope looked at the light curtain together, and their expressions changed a little.

"Who are you?"

The old man's tone was mixed with anger, killing and jealousy.

On the screen of light, Anna and von Hoder stood in the distance. The crazy crowd swarmed in, unable to approach under their attack.

And a man who is much more handsome than himself is facing the light curtain.

"Hello, your majesty. I'd like to introduce myself first. I'm Gu Qingshan."

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