socalfunplaces Chapter 1144
Chapter 1144
The Pope moved his feet and turned to the side.
The pink-haired girl bit her lip and stood there quietly. Her pale face gradually turned red, and her beautiful eyes silently stared at the Pope.
Meimei's personality is different from Bai Yingyue's. She was born unlucky and suffered too many misfortunes. Even when she couldn't control the power of bad luck in the past, she couldn't get too close to people, so she was not good at expressing emotions. Even if she was sad, she would only cry silently in her heart and bear it alone.
The Pope knew that although her disciple didn't say a word, she was no less worried about her than Yingyue. Her cold and majestic jade face showed a rare tenderness. Her jade hands gently helped Meimei to tidy up her messy hair, and her moist lips opened slightly:
"Don't worry, the master is fine now."
"Woo woo woo."
Meimei didn't cry yet, but Bai Yingyue, who had just vowed to be a real saint, cried first.
"Teacher, you are biased!!"
"I..."
Di Weiyang glanced at Bai Yingyue slightly,
Bai Yingyue felt a little guilty, but there were still a lot of people watching her, how could she lose face? She took out the posture of a saint and said fiercely: "I..."
"I'm not on good terms with you!"
Di Weiyang raised her cold and beautiful eyebrows, and a beautiful arc appeared at the corner of her lips, with a hint of playfulness:
"Hmm?"
"If I'm not on good terms with you, who will be on good terms with you?"
Bai Yingyue's delicate body trembled slightly, like a bullied bag Like this, she grinned with her red lips and said, "You didn't say you were going to slap me, so you still love me!"
Di Weiyang then retracted his gaze,
Meimei half-bit her teeth, even though she had experienced too many life and death separations, she couldn't hold it back at this moment, her eyes were red, and she was full of fear: "Teacher..."
"Meimei has only you as a relative in this world."
This scene moved the people around her so much, especially the Holy Son of the Dark Temple, Gui Miesheng, whose heart was broken, and he wanted to come up and whisper comfort.
The Pope thought for a moment and shook his head gently: "It doesn't matter, if the master is gone, there is still your uncle Luo."
Meimei's sobbing stopped abruptly, and her beautiful eyes widened.
As if asking,
Master, are you a devil?
"We congratulate the Pope on his return!"
The elders who reward good and punish evil, as well as other powerful people from major sects, all bowed.
"We really admire the pope's righteousness."
Di Weiyang shook his head and said, "No need to say polite words."
"The future peace of the world depends on your joint efforts."
The corners of the mouths of the powerful people twitched.
The pope is still the pope, as strong and decisive as ever.
"Great, the pope is not dead!"
King Yan was ecstatic, like a true fan chasing a star, punching hard.
King Tianwu squinted and laughed, "Brother, how about my son-in-law introduce you to each other?"
King Yan's face trembled: "You are talking about something else, right?"
Every time he thought of Luo Fanchen and the pope had known each other for a long time, and their relationship was so harmonious, he felt embarrassed. When he was in Qianlong City, he asked Luo Fanchen several times.
How can he be so ashamed to chase stars now?
However, when he thought that Taotie was dead and his revenge was avenged, he could finally go to Shenxiao Sect to pick up his wife. He was happy in his heart. He secretly glanced at Yang Tingjun and found that his brother-in-law didn't notice him. He immediately retreated from the crowd and went straight to Shenxiao Sect to steal the house.
The fragrant wind came,
Di Weiyang was slightly stunned,
because Su Jiuer actually walked towards her and bowed to her. Princess Xiying and Ye Xiyan, who followed behind her spontaneously, did the same. Their beautiful eyes were full of kindness and gratitude.
Luo Fanchen's eyes were soft and he smiled easily:
"My relationship with the Pope is very close, Jiuer, you don't have to be so polite."
"It has nothing to do with you!"
Jiuer's blue eyes pierced Luo Fanchen and snorted: "Can't we express our feelings?"
"Okay, okay."
Luo Fanchen spoke much more quietly.
If all the enemies are solved, it will be easy for him to become the center of the Shura Field storm. It's better to be careful!
Su Jiuer said softly: "Jiuer knows the relationship between the Pope and my husband, so we won't say polite words as a family, but we have seen and remembered the help the Pope has given to my husband along the way. We dare not and cannot forget it."
The women behind her also nodded one after another. They were all noble ladies from big sects and big forces. Naturally, they all knew etiquette and would not talk at the same time.
Yang Xiruo, Lin Shengyi, and Xiao Fengxian, the young female geniuses, were full of admiration and worship for the Pope.
She secretly thought that her husband was really capable. He could get along so well with the Pope, a cold beauty who kept strangers away.
"You're welcome."
Di Weiyang looked at Su Jiuer with a deep meaning.
She understood everything else.
This "family"...
Looking at the women with different temperaments and beautiful looks in front of him, Di Weiyang was so cold that he couldn't hold back his mood.Wait, this kid is going too far.
He has no other problems, but he is too carefree.
Is he planning to catch all the top female geniuses in the Soul Martial Continent?
"Ahem."
Luo Fanchen suddenly coughed, attracting everyone's attention.
"It's okay."
Luo Fanchen explained, but in fact he used his Di Ting skill: Listening to the Wind, and heard the Pope's voice.
Young people are not greedy for money, power, or harming others, so what is good for not being lustful?
He was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of being slapped.
"Wait!"
Luo Fanchen was stunned. How could he hear the Pope's voice so easily?
His pupils shone and shrank.
The Pope's body was still the same body, and his soul was still the same soul.
But the soul was strong, and the body had no strength at all, as if he had turned into an ordinary person.
It was as if his cultivation had been completely drained by Luo Fanchen.
"Your cultivation?"
The Pope shook his head, his expression indifferent, without the slightest loss: "It doesn't matter."
"Just find a way to recover the lost cultivation."
"It's not that easy to condense a small plane, there will always be some price to pay."
"Now the real weird is about to come, adding more power to you will give more hope to the Soul Martial Continent."
The expressions of the powerful people around him were moved.
The strong are respected in the Soul Martial Continent, and their own strength is the foundation of everything. It's hard-won, so who would be willing to give it up.
King Tianwu and the old beggar have a deeper understanding of the pain of losing power, but they were forced to do it, and they have been depressed for a period of time.
There is more admiration for the Pope and others.
Luo Fanchen tried to help him recover his cultivation despite the Pope's dissuasion, but failed.
"Don't worry, I will find a way."
Di Weiyang shook his head gently: "It's okay."
"What you lose, you can cultivate again."
"The soul is still there, what danger can this pope be in?"
Luo Fanchen and the others were slightly absent-minded.
Even if his body turned into a mortal and lost his dazzling talent in the past, the pope was still so elegant and calm. After this, his charming and peerless cold face still exuded a majestic and confident temperament, even more dazzling than before.
Even the master-level strongmen would be deterred by such temperament and dare not have the idea of conquering.
Luo Fanchen naturally didn't dare to do it before,
Now he doesn't want to,
As the king of the sea, he doesn't like the word "conquer", which is too presumptuous for the beauty he likes to admire.
To be precise, it should rely on attraction!
Attract at the same frequency!
If you can't attract, it means that your charm is not enough.
The Pope returned, and the crisis was temporarily resolved.
All the strong men and people in the Soul Martial Continent breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they all knew that this peaceful life might not last long, the Soul Martial Continent had escaped death several times, and they knew that they should be content. They all cherished the life that Luo Fanchen, the Pope, and even the Blood Demon Cult Leader and a group of strong men had fought for them.
The fear and hidden worry about the real weird invasion were hidden in the deepest part of his heart.
Luo Fanchen was not blindly confident because of his improved strength.
The Emperor and the Dragon God were both beings who could kill the Heavenly Lord at will, and led all the gods to die. Now the strength of that group of weirdos might be further improved. He dared not be careless at all, and even had a sense of urgency that time was running out.
However, he had two plans in his mind to protect everyone.
Luo Fanchen was planning to review his own foundation and gains, and then give himself a half-day off to relax and release.
After all, in just a few months, he felt like he had lived through countless years. If it weren't for the mysterious Ten Revolutions of Reincarnation, the seeming of ten lives, and Jiu'er's selfless help, his Tao heart would have easily collapsed.
At this time, a divine light rose up from the Soul Beast Oasis and the Disabled Elderly Hospital, heading straight for the central battlefield and sinking into Luo Fanchen's crown...