The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

The students around him were startled by his sudden madness.

Jiang Liujing could hear a lot of whispers, the sound of their uneasy conversations. At this moment, they began to doubt whether they had been wrong before.

Jiang Liujing lowered his eyes slightly.

The most direct way to break the inherent impression is to let people see the other side of the other person.

Humans are visual animals and firmly believe that what they see and perceive is correct. This narrow-mindedness often brings trouble, but it is not without benefits as long as we know how to use them.

The middle-aged man in front of him looked disheveled and pitiful, completely losing his usual elegance and composure. Only his eyes seemed to have gathered all the bright colors in his body.

He was looking forward to it, looking forward to it with all his might, coming here with the determination to accomplish something even if he was arrested. Everything he did was for that one result—

The past teacher-student relationship finally made Jiang Liujing feel a moment of pity. Telling the truth to this person seemed too cruel.

But he wouldn't lie, because that's how he was taught since he was a child.

He lowered his head.

"No."

No god has ever descended, and the only one who can hear Mo Jun's voice is the stone statue.

The light in the man's eyes dimmed instantly.

As if all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant, he fell to the ground, his expression half crying and half laughing, muttering, "It's too late, too late."

Jiang Liujing didn't understand what he was saying, but he could see that Mo Jun's original strong desire to survive seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden, and instead, a strong sadness and depression lingered around him.

It reminds me of the trees in the desert that have dried up due to lack of water, and the last moment of their lives before withering.

As if he had suddenly made up his mind, the man on the ground raised his head and said to Jiang Liujing in a hoarse voice, "Come here."

"I'll tell you how to break the puppet technique. As a deal, you'll bury someone on my behalf. I can't go back there. There's no chance anymore. Please, please—"

"Okay." Jiang Liujing squatted down in front of him, his eyes level with his, "You go ahead."

There was a glint in Mo Jun's dim eyes.

How gentle! Even at this moment, she still maintained such a polite and respectful attitude towards him, a sinner.

He thought of his wife again. The woman who passed away early was also like this. She was as bright and beautiful as the sun and could smile at anyone. The greatest misfortune in her life was probably that she chose to be with a weak and incompetent him.

He had failed to save her in the past, and now it was too late to resurrect her. At least in the final moments, he wanted her to be able to return to peace.

"Book--" Mo Jun said tremblingly.

The voice rang out with only one word before the skull exploded in front of Jiang Liujing.

The scene was like a melon, which was so ripe that it easily splashed out a lot of bright red juice when it was thrown to the ground.

The screams beside him suddenly overturned the sky. Jiang Liujing squatted there for a long time without getting up.

On the ground in front of him, scarlet blood and more muddy white water dripped all over the ground. A headless corpse fell heavily, and more blood continued to flow from the broken neck.

Chi quickly chased around the area but couldn't find who did it, so he came back with a bad look on his face.

Jiang Liujing was not surprised by this.

He was so close to Mo Jun, but he couldn't even feel the magical fluctuations in the air.

Even the defensive magic he had placed around was intact, with no signs of being attacked at all.

But Mo Jun died.

Died inexplicably.

"What's going on?" A gentle and pleasant male voice sounded behind him, like an intoxicating and beautiful musical instrument.

Jiang Liujing turned around and saw Cyrus walking towards them with a worried expression.

With each step, his white boots left the ground spotless. The Pope's noble elegance was in stark contrast to the bloody scene beside Jiang Liujing.

"Just now, he was killed." Jiang Liujing was supported by Chi's arm and slowly stood up from the ground.

He looked at Cyrus intently, "Your Holiness, did you sense anything unusual at the scene just now?"

In terms of strength alone, he should be the most powerful person present, and nothing should be able to escape his eyes.

"No." Cyrus shook his head regretfully. The blue eyes beneath the mask were filled with melancholy.

He said with great confidence, "Except for you who used defensive magic just now, no one else used magic."

"You mean, I killed him?"

"That's even more impossible." The Pope smiled tolerantly, as if he was extremely tolerant of the beautiful boy's slightly rebellious tone. He said gently and calmly, "We all know what kind of person you are. You would not do such a thing."

Chi frowned, feeling a strong sense of strangeness towards the Pope in front of him.

This guy had only met Jiang Liujing for the second time, so why did he always speak as if he was very familiar with Miaomiao?

The chaotic scene was isolated and evacuated. Aside from a few students who remained weeping in disbelief at Mo Jun's death, the rest of the crowd gradually dispersed. There were many other activities at the festival, and they were eager to get to other places.

Jiang Liujing watched as Mo Jun's body was taken away by medical staff. The last thing that man wanted to tell him could no longer be said. It was just like Jiang Liujing's alchemy course, where he would never get the final score.

It was not until he was brought to the stage play and attended as a guest that he came to his senses.

The stage play tells the story of "Yuntai Fengjiang", which is a widely circulated legend.

God handpicked the seven strongest humans as generals of the human side at that time. After the crisis was over, it was these seven humans who established the seven countries at that time, which evolved into the countries of today after a long period of time.

Jiang Liujing turned around and saw the Pope sitting opposite him staring intently at the performance. To him, the performance of these students should be extremely poor, but he was watching it with great fascination.

"What a wonderful performance." After the performance, he stood up and applauded the performers loudly.

Looking at several students who were still wearing makeup and saluted him in surprise, he was in a very good mood and invited them to watch the upcoming coming-of-age blessing ceremony.

Naturally, several students quickly agreed, with flattered expressions on their faces.

Oh my God, the Pope personally invited me. How many people in the whole continent have received such treatment?

The coming-of-age blessing ceremony is a fixed item in every Dharma God Festival. Participants do not need to pay any fees. The school has already paid the fee to the God Cult on their behalf, but students can choose whether to accept it.

It just so happens that Jiang Liujing is one of the qualified candidates this year.

On the way here, Cyrus had asked him if he would come, and even promised that if he came, he could baptize him personally.

But Jiang Liujing still declined, saying that he was not used to this kind of ceremony.

The Pope looked regretful, but still smiling. But those around him did not.

After so many days, Xavier's ban on speaking has not been lifted, and he is forced to be mute.

After hearing Jiang Liujing's refusal, he looked at Jiang Liujing in disbelief, and soon his eyes turned to anger, and he made a "woohoo" sound from his throat in annoyance.

He didn't say a single word clearly, but Jiang Liujing strangely understood his meaning through the tone of his voice: "How dare you?"