The soft light expanded a little with the door, shining out, and scattered on Xiang Jing's body, as if bathed in holy light.

When the door was open enough to accommodate one person, Xiang Jing stepped in and closed the door with his backhand.

The inside of the door is like a world of light, not the strong light of the sun, but a soft, warm light that makes people feel comfortable all over.

The place where Xiang Jing stands now is a hall. Compared with other halls filled with sculptures or frescoes, this place is empty.

There are mirror-white marbles under my feet, and the top of my head is pitch black, but occasionally I can see the light of stars, just like the night sky.

Although the whole hall exudes a soft light, it still cannot illuminate the ceiling, as if the night sky has been moved here.

Except for the necessary pillars, there is only the throne on the front steps.

The pope's throne, on the throne that symbolizes the peak of the power of the Holy See, sits quietly on a person, a very young national Y.

The pope Xiang Jing imagined was an old man with wrinkles and white hair.

But the young man in front of him and the pope he imagined were really not the same thing.

At this moment, the unusually young pope, sitting on his exclusive throne, carefully looked at the Bible in his hand, and did not seem to realize that there was another person in this empty hall.

Xiang Jing looked directly at the young man above, and immediately made a judgment in his heart. The pope who looked very young was very strong.

At least it can make him fight with all his strength, but this guy still has some doubts about his identity.

In addition to sitting on the throne, the pope also has the pope's crown and exclusive scepter, but this guy wears a white suit, no crown or scepter.

Could it be that this is a hidden powerhouse in the Holy See, whose status is not weaker than that of the Pope, so he dare to be so unscrupulous.

But isn't the Holy See very fancy in this respect? People who are not the Pope sit in the position of the Pope, it is disrespectful, and will be expelled by the Holy See and treated as infidels.

But this guy has been sitting here for so long and no one has noticed it, or is the Qi Shanmei who was knocked out by him colluding with this guy, trying to usurp the throne?

In an instant, Xiang Jing thought of many possibilities in his mind, and he became more and more suspicious of the identity of the young man in front of him.

"Since it's here, come here."

After a while, the young man sitting on the throne said lightly.

During this period, his eyes were always on the Bible in his hand, and he didn't even look at Xiang Jing.

"Fuck, it's better than me."

When his usual lines were robbed, Xiang Jing took a posture, took out a luxurious sofa directly from the space ring, and sat down at the door, facing him far away.

The young man in white did not speak, and continued to look at the Bible in his hand.

Xiang Jing didn't speak either, so he just sat and looked at him.

After sitting for a while, Xiang Jing felt a little bit at a loss. He was on the steps, sitting and looking at him like this, just looking up at him.

The more Xiang Jing thought about it, the more he felt at a loss, he simply lifted the sofa and threw it directly towards the throne on the steps.

The sofa was like a cannonball in mid-air, slamming straight into the young man.

Just when he was about to fly in front of him, he landed firmly on the ground.

Stopped directly opposite the throne, and Xiang Jing, who was originally at the door, had already sat on the sofa at some point.

From throwing Xiang Jing to sitting on the sofa, the young man didn't lift his head, even the slightest facial expressions, as if he had already concluded that Xiang Jing would not hit him.

Sitting face to face, Xiang Jing felt a little more comfortable now, and looked at him with his legs folded and asked, "Hey, are you the Pope?"

The young man just nodded his head as an answer.

"Fuck, it's pretty hanging." Xiang Jing couldn't see this person inwardly.

The pope is too young, but he exudes a maturity and stability that does not match his age.

It's like a young man in his teens and twenties, but with the experience of a tens of years old.

This kind of imposing pretence cannot be pretended, and it must be accumulated over time and time.

After confirming his identity, Xiang Jing also put away his contemptuous heart and hippie smiling face, looking at this guy's appearance that the oil and salt did not enter the soft and hard, and he sat on the sofa, not weaker than his aura burst out. Collide together.

As a result, the light in the entire hall became darker.

The Pope, who had never looked up at Xiang Jing, had his eyes paused at the moment when Xiang Jing's momentum erupted, and then slowly raised his head to look at Xiang Jing, and the Bible in his hand closed naturally.

The eyes of the two of them just met, as if there were electric flints intertwined in them, and then they were calm.

The Pope looked at Xiang Jing, and after a while he said, "Who are you?"

This is a very simple question, but Xiang Jing thought for a while before saying "Xiang Jing."

When Xiang Jing was about to talk about Peter, he saw the eyes of the Pope and understood that Peter's name and identity could not deceive him.

"Huaxia?"

"Well, Chinese people."

Xiang Jing said with a touch of his face and changed back to his original appearance.

The Pope looked at Xiang Jing and said, "What are we doing in the West?"

"Find someone?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Feng Xin."

"do not know."

"really do not know?"

"do not know."

"Dana."

"It's her, then why do you call her Feng Xin."

"She was originally called Feng Xin."

"oh, I see."

The dialogue between Xiang Jing and the Pope was simple and tasteless, but it was also the most direct and effective.

"I want to bring people back." Xiang Jing continued.

"can."

After the pope finished speaking, he was ready to continue reading the Bible in his hand.

Xiang Jing looked at the pope with a question mark, and paused and said, "What did you do to her."

The pope stopped his hand preparing to open the Bible, looked at Xiang Jing and said, "Nothing was done."

"Then why did she lose all her previous memories, and was also instilled with new memories that did not belong to her at all?"

Xiang Jing questioned the Pope directly.

The Pope was silent and did not immediately answer Xiang Jing. After a while, he said, "She is the chosen person. I am just a mortal and have no right to interfere. Whatever you want is up to you.

The pope looked very good at talking. He wouldn't interfere with what Xiang Jing was going to do, how to treat Dana.

However, he is saying that he does not interfere, only representing him personally, not that the Holy See will not interfere.

After the pope finished speaking, he continued to read the Bible in his hands.

Xiang Jing raised his eyebrows, and suddenly drew out the Sword of Annihilation, facing the Pope, the sword fell.

The horrible energy of the powerful coercive bearer of the Nirvana Sword slew towards the Pope.

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