Chapter 1071

Zhao Qiran was about to struggle. As soon as the master threw up her energy, she couldn't move any more. The whole person was pulled away by the master, and her eyes were shocked.

For nothing else, because the Pope whispered in her ear, "I know that you are the one of the ghost sect of Luocha."

Seeing that Ranran's body was stiff, the religious leader crooked the corner of his mouth, dragged the girl into the room and slammed the door.

The door slammed heavily into range's heart, which made her almost breathless with fright.

The man in front of her was so amazing that she was distracted for a while.

"Sit down and have another drink with me. I think your patriarch will be here soon." The religious master sat down with the girl, unbuttoned her acupoint with one finger, shook the glass in his hand, and said no to her.

"You..."

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate well, I won't embarrass you." The religious leader drank a cup of wine with a light face and a light hook on his lips. He said slowly, "well, put away the dagger in your sleeve, and be careful to cut yourself foolishly."

"If I want you, what do you think I can do with that dagger in your hand?" The master looked at her with a smile.

Zhao Qiran blinked his eyes and looked at him with some consternation.

He, he knows, he knows everything?

"You, what do you want to do?"

The Pope suddenly reached out, and a force of absorption pulled her whole body into his arms and sat on his leg.

"It's said that you are the number one in Juncai tower, which attracts all men in Kyoto. You are fascinated." His thin and soft sleeves brushed her face and opened a faint smile on her lips. "You have seen so many men, you are the most qualified to speak."

"I ask you, do you think it stinks?"

Zhao Qiran:

Why is it suddenly speechless?

Master, what kind of ghost problem is this?

"Alas." The religious master squinted a pair of beautiful eyes sadly in spring and autumn, and looked at Miss Zhao with thin lips. "I'll ask you again, what's your uncomfortable feeling when I hold you here?"

Miss Zhao looked at him with a blank face!

Why does it seem that there is something wrong with the head of this archbishop, who looks elegant and talented?

"Ask why you didn't answer." As soon as the religious master's face was cold, the smile of spring turned into a cold face.

Zhao Qiran was surprised by the speed of face changing.

"There is no discomfort." Zhao Qiran replied with great expectation.

The master was furious, and threw her to the ground with a flick of his sleeve. He stood up and said, "liar!"

Zhao Qiran:

"If you don't tell me the truth, we will tear down your Juncai building!"

Zhao Qiran: what can I say?

The Pope is a little too moody!

"It's really uncomfortable..." Zhao Qiran had to follow his lead.

The head of the sect smiled at the ease of eyebrows and eyes, stretched out his long arms, and happily picked up dye girl from the ground, and held her in his arms like a new baby, stroking the back of her head, saying, "how comfortable is that?"

Zhao Qiran's body is stiff, his head is wooden, and he shakes his head.

The Pope is like a sick man

"You women always like to talk about smelly men and smelly men! Is this seat really smelly? "