The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Early in the morning, there was a "knock knock knock" sound outside the door.

Jiang Liujing thought it was the maid coming to deliver food, so he got out of bed and opened the door, only to see the Pope standing at the door.

The man was not wearing a mask today, revealing a handsome and gentle face. His long gray hair floated down like mist, adding a touch of magic to his gentle face.

Although he was of a very high status, he spoke as kindly as the brother next door. He asked naturally, "I came by to see you. How was your sleep last night? Are you used to your new room?"

Jiang Liujing looked at him and took a step back.

Before he even raised his hand, the Pope seemed to have predicted his action and took a step forward in time, blocking the door to the side to prevent him from closing it.

Feeling the force of the hard door panel hitting his skin, the Pope did not show any anger on his face in the face of such disrespectful behavior, but just lowered his head to look at the young man in front of him.

He was as delicate and perfect as a doll, his face like solidified crystal, and when natural light shone on him, his whole body seemed to shimmer with a faint white pearlescent glow.

This is the skin he created and the container he carefully prepared.

Beauty can also block out some annoying peepers.

The smile on the man's face deepened, and his voice became softer:

"Why haven't you spoken? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that Jiang Liujing still didn't speak, he blinked again and changed the subject, "Well, actually I came to ask you what color of Saint Son's clothing you like."

"Pure white, holy and flawless. White and gold are also good, symbolizing glory and nobility, more suitable for your current status. Or white and black..."

"Red." A cold and clean voice suddenly sounded in the air.

The sound was pleasant, but too cold, giving people an instinctive fear as if they were being bitten by winter snow.

The Pope was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Red? A very unique choice. Why red?"

For the first time, Jiang Liujing looked directly at the Pope for a long time.

In the silence, the smile on the Pope's face seemed like a mask that could no longer be maintained and gradually showed signs of cracking.

"Red is the color used by bishops, let's change to something else." His tone was a little lighter.

"White and red, or anything else, as long as it goes with red." Jiang Liujing said, "I like red."

He is so stubborn.

The Pope looked at him deeply, a barely perceptible gloom flashing across his eyes, but he quickly regained his gentle demeanor.

"Since you insist, then I'll do as you say. However, red is not a common color on the Saint's clothing, so it will definitely cause some discussion."

Jiang Liujing achieved his wish and kept silent again.

talk?

Others may care, but he doesn't.

They are unimportant people, so let them say whatever they want.

The Pope now remembered the commotion he had caused in the cathedral yesterday and knew that he had made the wrong threat.

It is obvious that the boy in front of him has an independent and strong heart.

People with this kind of character are always difficult to interfere with. But the man the Pope had met was not like that.

He took a step back and compromised, "The custom-made clothes will be delivered tomorrow. Yaoxi will later show you the work that the Saint Son and Saint Daughter need to complete. Be prepared."

Not surprisingly, there was no response.

The Pope stared at him for a moment, then left.

"boom."

A heavy punch hit the solid wall, and when he let go, large pieces of stone fell along the spider-web-like cracks.

The Pope sat in a chair, his head half lowered, his face immersed in deep shadows.

The dark figure silently reappeared beside him, its scarlet eyes observing the human in front of it with interest.

He felt many emotions.

anger.

Hey.

unwilling.

resentment.

……

Countless negative emotions almost filled this seemingly bright and beautiful human being.

At this moment, he was like a bomb that could explode at any time, just a little bit more spark away.

"Humans are truly strange. After putting so much effort into getting what they want, why do they end up feeling more miserable than before?"

Cyrus' fingers clenched silently as the shadow spoke.

Yeah, why?

When he saw Jiang Liujing and the red-haired boy standing intimately together during the game, Cyrus couldn't help but feel hurt.

Ten thousand years ago, it was this person who disrupted the situation again and again, causing Jiang Liujing, who originally trusted him so much, to gradually become alienated from him.

Ten thousand years later, it was him again.

He clearly shouldn't exist in this space, but somehow he came back and signed another contract with Jiang Liujing, making it impossible for Cyrus to even do anything to him.

Chi's existence was like a fire born to burn him, which made Cyrus disgusted and hate him to the extreme.

He could no longer endure it, and even faced the possibility of being exposed, he forced the puppet to take Jiang Liujing away.

Not wanting to see the boy's wary expression towards him, and even more not wanting him to remember that annoying guy, Cyrus longed to go back to the beginning, back to the way it all started.

He was still a beautiful boy who was as ignorant as a blank sheet of paper, with no knowledge or memory of the outside world. Amidst the malice released by everyone without a word, he was the only one who smiled at him like the dawn.

They would be only friends again.

And all of this was destroyed when Jiang Liujing said, "I like red."

Lies, Cyrus thought.

He had clearly asked him before.

At that time, Jiang Liujing said that his favorite color was gold, because gold symbolized sunshine, the outside world, and freedom.

But now he says he likes red.

This also proves that he is still affected.

Cyrus suddenly realized a despairing fact.

Even if he sealed his memory, Jiang Liujing's personality had already been shaped in his past memories and would not change even if he lost his memory.

This also means that the young man in front of him can never turn back into the person he wants to see.

He couldn't replicate the past.

Then what was the purpose of his waiting for thousands of years?

Despair and powerlessness enveloped his body, making this man standing at the pinnacle of light like a trapped beast in darkness, holding his head and roaring in pain.

The black shadow floated in the air, and the illusory figure became more and more solid with each flash, sighing with satisfaction.

Although he looked down on Cyrus, he had to admit that this man's existence did provide him with a high-quality source of food.

If it weren't for Cyrus, he would have really disappeared ten thousand years ago. How could he have gradually recovered his strength now?

"Stop screaming." The black shadow finally kindly comforted his suffering host, although the tone he spoke was more like a mockery.

"He wasn't the Him you wanted to see. He was just a fragment left behind from that time. Only by combining them can the Him you are familiar with return, right?"

Cyrus slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "We must make Him appear."

"You know the method, don't you?"

The black shadow leaned over and whispered in his ear seductively.

"When there are enough deaths and disasters, and the natural order can no longer continue, He will naturally descend."