[All staff to] the world

One is Fang Wei, the other is Duhuo x Cordyceps

However, the light is a piece of glass slag

People's obsession is too deep, which is not a good thing.

Knights and priests of various colors shuttled back and forth in the temple. He is the successor of the next generation identified by the chief paladin, and he will be a top sentinel.

"I finally got it back." The archbishop in red stroked the child's hair, "follow the executioner first."

The boy raised his head and smiled at himself, then meekly lowered his eyelids and stood behind the leader in red.

Those who can be valued by the leader in red are people with extraordinary talents. He just vaguely knows that a big incident has happened in the Holy See. Even the Pope, who is over seventy years old and ignores world affairs, has to hold the holy scepter to hold a bishop meeting. The big deal of the meeting.

"Fortunately, the gods bless you," the paladin leader pulled him over and pointed at the head of the Scarlet Legion, "Did you see the child with him? It's the same as the one you saw with the archbishop in red just now. Inherited blood."

He remembered this sentence so clearly that five years later, when the boy who smiled at him hugged a child who was not crying and made no fuss and looked at him, his head was full of buzzing sounds.

When they met for the second time on the battlefield, sticky blood exuded a fishy smell and slid down the tangled strands of hair.He was hit by three swords, and his whole body seemed to be scooped up from a sea of ​​blood.

I can't hold on any longer...

Why is there a war?

Why do humans fight each other?

When people are in a trance, they will think of many things that they usually restrain themselves from thinking, from the most subtle places to the wildest guesses.For example, this time his back and abdomen were attacked, why?

Someone dragged him out from under the pile of corpses, and staggered him to the corner of a dilapidated but sheltered house. He lay on the man's back, and he could hear the subtle intertwined sounds of his bones being squeezed by the weight, and the sound of his heart The more rapid beating, the sound of blood flowing through the body below him.

All belonged to that person's voice, and even the mournful howling of the battlefield wind passing through the corpse could not be heard.

Even the lingering smell of blood disappeared...

He tried hard to open his eyes to see that person clearly, the blood smeared down, and his eyes were blood red.

When I was able to wake up again, the moon shuttled through the thick black clouds, and pieces of cold light fell from the clouds.

Something wiped from his face, and...

He opened his eyes and squeezed the thin white wrist: "Is it you?"

"It's me..." The little guy replied with a cheerful voice, wiping the blood on his hands, "Are you awake?"

The boy he had seen behind the cardinal, he was dressed in burlap ascetic clothes.And the wounds on his body were healed, and a layer of white light flowed on his body.

"What do you want to know?" A translucent white finger was pressed against his lips, "For example, what does the Execution Division do on the battlefield?"

"Have you ever seen a bird of paradise?"

Bird of Paradise, a rare bird that shouldn't fly in the world, he flies in the sky with the gods on his back, and his tail feathers hang down so that the world can touch the glory of the gods.Like the sun rising, the light breaks through the sea of ​​clouds to reveal its brilliance, and the bird of paradise spreads its wings and flies.

The man who sneaked across the battlefield trying to pull out a corpse hidden under the pile was burnt in an instant, and fell to the ground screaming.

"Do you mind if I use it?" The man lay on his body, groped around nonchalantly, and pulled out a small knife, "I'll return it to you later."

The bird of paradise landed on his shoulder, its long tail feathers barely touching the ground.He was wearing linen clothes, covered with moonlight, smiling softly and cleanly at himself.

"Tell me, why do humans think they are the darlings of the gods?"

The blade dragged back and forth across the man's face, as if considering where to cut it.

"Look, animals compete for territory to survive, and why do humans compete for territory?"

He kicked that guy over, and his snow-white feet stood bare on the scorched land after the war, not stained with dust.

"Who is it that wages war, and who needs it?"

He bent down with the knife and broke the entire fibula against the bend of his arm.

"Does it hurt? But if you feel pain now, you will be envied and longed by the undead. Can you see it? They are all looking at you."

Along the broken fibula, he fiddled a few times with the tip of the knife, and cut off a few tendons.

"Even if war is necessary, who is better to use the conspiracy on? Is it used to repel dissidents or resist enemies?"

He looked so light, he just stepped on it lightly, and heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Why are you here?"

The young man tilted his head and looked at the knight who was struggling to walk towards him. He watched him walk in front of him, and then he was caught off guard by a slight bend at his waist. He picked it up and was about to leave.

"Death is the greatest punishment for him." The knight pierced a cross sword through the chest of the man on the ground with his backhand. "Death will not give him peace."

The boy lay on his shoulder and gave him a thump in the head: "I'm helping you vent your anger!"

"I know," the throat was very dry, "but I don't want to get your hands dirty."

The bird of paradise is the grace of the gods. He is the spirit who sings the chant in the garden, not the vampire bat who takes revenge in the dark.

"You are wrong," the young man tried his best to grab his head and rolled it onto his back, letting him carry himself on his back, "People who walked out of the flames of war, the soles of your feet are covered with blood, everywhere you go There are thorns everywhere."

He was speechless to refute.

The angel of thorns has spread his wings, and his iron wings are wrapped around the thorns of punishment, and the fire is burning on the thorns.

The third time was on the top of the boundless mountain.

He was already the deputy leader of the Knight Legion, and three of the Holy Cross Swords in his hand had been soaked in blood.

The long wind spiraled up from the valley, the god of fate laid a trap for him, and the goddess of glory wailed for him.

With a pitiful smile on the corner of the God of Light's mouth, he was witnessing his desperation.

It's like stepping on the thorny road thousands of times, even the stones on the road have been smoothed by themselves, and the thorns are still trying to grow out and try to pierce the skin.And ambition is that weed, which cannot be removed.

You shall come forth from the thorns, and the blood shall be all over your path.

"Except for the first time, every time I see you, I am so embarrassed." The boy sat on the branch with his knees hugged, and the bird of paradise trimmed his hair. "You are being used as a living target again."

"Yes," he stretched out a hand towards the young man, "would you like to help me?"

It's him...

It was the moment when they clasped their hands, that awareness rose from the bottom of their hearts.

From now on, I will walk with you through the thorns and fire of hell.

The two of them sat on the top of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain was a road paved with blood. The young man sat on his spiritual four-winged horse and hummed a song.

"Do you know why the pope was the cardinal before?"

"why?"

"Because they have to come out of the blood, and then put on a white coat."

That year he ushered in the Cardinal of his legion, a young Awakened who once belonged to the Execution Division.

He always thought that it was just a child who was a little too smart, the blood bestowed by the gods, the brilliance and power closest to the gods, and he worshiped him as the god of life.He acquiesced to all his behaviors that conformed to the doctrine or violated the rules, and even helped him clean up all traces.

"What a blessing..." The cardinal of the Scarlet Legion poked the twin brother's waist privately, "Why did you pick up such a loyal dog? The war is in the front, and the bad things will be wiped out for you. That bed Who do you two listen to?"

The boy calmly raised his hand slightly and poked the sharpened cross on his waist: "Of course you all listen to me."

They don't look like a pair of twins at all, and even the people in the Holy See believe that they are just the only hope of the two factions ignorantly escaping from the punishment of heaven.But it was just two people that made it even more difficult for the Holy See to make a choice.

"The outer court probably doesn't know much about the inner court, let alone the Blood Palace." Dodging the poke, the elder brother continued to hug his younger brother's shoulder and whispered, "Are you determined to squat in the Is this a ghost place? It’s really boring, every day besides the dogma is the canon, and you have to sing a song of praise after eating a meal full of respect..."

"If I stay any longer, I'm going to be suffocated..."

"Hey," the boy raised his head and looked innocently at his older brother, "Why are you being controlled so strictly?"

I fuck...

The cardinal of the Scarlet Legion, who was extremely angry, knocked down a tree next to him with a cross. Hearing the movement, the knight commander hurried over respectfully and vigilantly protected his little priest to a safe place.

fraud!It has been like this since childhood!Is there someone who protects it? !Is it amazing? !

Many years later, when Fang Shiqian thought of the past, his teeth itch with hatred, wishing to revive his dear twin brother with a big resurrection, so that he could bite a few bites to vent his anger.After deceiving the Holy See and deceiving himself, in short, in his heart, except for a knight who has been raised stupid, there is nothing he can't use to deceive, right?

That's right, he did not deceive the knight commander, he always did business behind his back, and sent people off for trivial matters on the surface.

"You said..." Fang Shiqian passed by the birthplace that was no longer recognizable after many years, and placed two white stones on the grass, "Which one of you dare not lie, who dare not use, who can't control?"

It seems that there is no...

His voice and appearance can make believers worship, his blood talent can make the high-level officials of the Holy See ecstatic, and his wisdom can control the future of this continent.

He is the new Pope who has already been appointed.

"There is no doubt about it," Fang Shiqian told Wang Jiexi about the past, and he still doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with the decision of the Holy See back then. Everyone has to admit that he is more suitable than me to lift the holy cross and wear the crown to sit on the supreme place."

The pope is a gentleman, how can it be better than the pope is a murderer who can lift an ax or a sickle?

During the court meeting, the former pope, who was too old to walk, looked at a little bishop in red who was leaning on a heavy cross and was sleeping hard, and then looked at the solemn and solemn face of the Sun Knight. The little bishop in the red-trimmed coat was all thinking sadly.

Although he could probably guess that there was probably a guy who was sleeping soundly behind that solid wall of knight armor.

but……

At least in terms of sleeping appearance, it's more suitable than the one with the pout...

"That sounds good," Fang Shiqian shrugged, "Even I thought he had really let go, after all, this outer court is good for me and him, especially That knight commander, you have seen his loyal dog."

"That light is the true light, illuminating all people born in this world..." The paladin did not lose his composure even on the battlefield for the first time, and finally there was a crack on the paralyzed mask of the paladin, "I am also one of the sentient beings."

His tone carried the determination and enthusiasm of a knight, and he offered the most fanatical loyalty.

That was the person he trusted the most and also the most helpless, perhaps only that person broke a cold wall of heart with the most stubborn method.Give him a ray of light in the long dark night, and then there will be later...

All plans have deviated from the original track.

"He seems to be born to like to control the development of everything he can control," Fang Shiqian sighed, and finally built a small tower with white stones. Just like the blood he inherited, the desire to control is unimaginably strong."

Even though I am the same, Fang Shiqian thought about it for a while, and then immediately became complacent.

He thought of the current pope in the holy city, although he was a little young, but his formality, means, layout and planning were already somewhat like that guy, and it seemed that he was taught by hand.

Every era has its own legends that belong to that era. Maybe they will not leave their names, but their deeds will be sung and passed down.Every adventurer who embarks on the journey will know something more or less, even if they are no longer named, there are new legends...

"At least someone remembers, and there will always be traces of your existence..."

Zhang Xinjie glanced at the stars in the sky, and continued walking forward.

There will always be someone who will keep you in mind, no matter what the reason is, it is better than you being cold and isolated from everything alone.

"His eyes are full of frost," the chief paladin said frankly to Fang Shiqian, "I just didn't understand why he was like this at first, so I just wanted to try to see if I could melt that piece of ice, so that it would be safe for everyone. a good thing."

He didn't know if he had melted that piece of ice, he only knew that he was completely frozen in that ice and snow field.

He once entered the Pope's spiritual world. It was a vast glacier. There was a man walking barefoot on the ridge.

He will never reach the top of that mountain.

Sisyphus, who pushed the stone ball, was destined to be fooled by the gods, and it is impossible for him to stand on that mountain top forever.

There, the Paladin Commander heard for the first time the secrets of the Holy See that he did not know.Maybe he knows a little about the outermost clusters of flowers, but he doesn't know what kind of bones and flesh the roots of thorns are rooted in.The unbelievable pus and blood left by the decayed wound after the outermost flower cluster was torn.The incest got the blood, and the indelible stigmata on his back were actually the marks left by the exchange of blood.

Everything is for the continuation of the Holy See. It seems that everything can be sacrificed for the prestige of the God of Light, and these unknown pains and secrets are destined to be presented on the altar as a lamb to the gods.

"Cut open the back and draw out the blood," the young man showed him the cross mark on the skin of the back. "Actually, I didn't feel any pain for a long time. Maybe it's because the pain has been tolerated for a long time?"

Behind the brightest is the darkest despair.

"Tell me, how can the plundered twins survive the predetermined fate?"

If it is hell, I will go down first and catch you.

The honest and honest paladin commander who had never been ill-intentioned towards his colleagues, for the first time in his life had the urge to kill the cardinal of the Scarlet Legion.After all, the blood continues the bond between them, and only death can save them from the suffering in the world.Of course, he has chosen to trust his little cardinal unconditionally, so he is naturally willing to obey all his commands and become his strongest shield and sharpest sword.

"If you want, please follow in my footsteps. I want to change this continent, at least the Holy See."

His face seems to be the compassion of the gods, and it is the determination to be bright after he has tasted the suffering and the deepest abyss in the world.Words that tug at the chords of the heart can move the compassion of the hardest of hearts, and make them shed tears of repentance for their past sins.

"There are two most special angels on the left and right of the God of Light." The chief paladin wiped the dew on the stone tablet with his hand. "You must be the one born from the thorns and fire."

Blood oozes from the wound of his wings, and it falls to the ground as another blood-colored thorn.

"Originally... could it not have ended like this... But it seems that nothing in this life can be changed..."

No matter their birth or experience, or even the years they spent supporting each other, they couldn't find a better way for him to escape that doomed fate.From the moment of his birth, his fate has been sealed.

His dripping blood will eventually wrap around his wings, pierce his skin, and make him drip with blood.

Some people are destined to be treated preferentially by God, while some people have been struggling in boundless despair. It seems that the little hope he can see is the greatest malice and mockery given by fate.

"It probably took you all your life to wake me up from a dream." He touched the wordless stone tablet with long and affectionate eyes, "I have been immersed in a well-made light and hope for too long, and you In darkness and desperation have decided to fight back against the tragedy that fate has given you."

What would you do with fate if it taunted you and left you at the mercy of nightmares and despair?

The sacred scriptures are given to the world to endure, and they are born with sins to exchange roughness for the cleansing of the soul.

"You want to manipulate fate," a kiss landed on the stone tablet, "You choose to mock it and disrupt its plan, but who knows if this is the real direction?"

No one can tell whether his strategy really defeated fate, but his wisdom really changed the pattern of the mainland. At least he managed to destroy the original Holy See to the greatest extent. What he left to the world and Zhang Xinjie is really The Hall of Mercy is as clean and pure as white marble.

He was a complete conspirator, he used himself as a pawn, and spared no effort to put his own life and emotions on the gambling table, determined to have a big gamble with the gods.

"A righteous man suffers a lot," the young cardinal closed the scripture, "but I am not a righteous man."

Fate once again put the bait in front of him, a small town that gradually revealed itself.He still wants to live, and he still wants to continue playing games with the gods. There is already a beam of light shining into his heart in this world, and he also wants to live in hope.

My beloved God of Light, if your flesh and blood fall into my hands, I don't know if the perfect smile will crack.

So, I finally don't know whether he has fooled fate, or fate has never been kind to him.

The abyss was opened for the first time in the Guangming Era, and the world regarded it as a disaster, but he saw a glimmer of hope.

The feeling of winning a lot of money under the full calculation made him feel too happy. Even if he acted and looked the same as usual, someone still got a glimpse of the sporadic spring hidden under the iceberg.

"Why are you and your knight getting better and better recently?"

"No." He looked at his brother generously, "it's just that he may have found a way to survive."

If the plundering twins were cut off from blood by death, of course one of them could inherit all the advantages of both of them and live safely.Whether it's the plundered one or the predator, immortality is their only end.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Fang Shiqian patted him on the back without hesitation back then, "I will not be stingy in helping you except for those related to my life."

Fang Shiqian shrugged helplessly, thinking that he would try his best to help him what he owed him, but he didn't know that he had played two tricks in preparation.

"If I'm going to die, what if I really die?"

"Then you are really useless. You can die under the abyss." The crowned pope didn't mind Fang Shiqian's reckoning at all. "You can't even climb up the abyss. What are you doing alive?"

A fishy sweetness welled up in Fang Shiqian's throat, and a mouthful of blood choked him to death.

It took him one night to climb up from the abyss, and what he saw was the bloody purgatory. Although he avoided thinking about why the camp of an entire legion was just above the abyss, and why they fell that night, the surrounding light elements were completely Tore away his last bit of delusion trying to escape reality.

Great Resurrection...

The price of replacing life and death...

"The most I thought at the beginning was to use the abyss to destroy all the power of the Holy See. If he can be killed, it will be the most perfect ending." The beauty between the ruins and the flames is more heroic, and the hero is more bloody." Of course, this is just a plan, and there is this little guy in another plan, and I seem to have earned it."

They are twin stars born from the same brilliance, and after one party insists on touching them, the direction of their star paths has manifested.One will turn into a shooting star and fall into the ice-cold with the scorching heat all over it.

"Actually, there is no taboo, only what you can do and the price you can bear..."

"What happens if he can't afford that price?"

The paladin leader paused, picked up Zhang Xinjie, who was still very small, and led him to the room: "If he can't afford that price, then some people will resort to external objects and force, and some will directly His fault caused the chaos and imbalance of elemental vitality and even undead in an area."

"Consequences can develop unpredictably, so minimum mistakes should be made at the beginning."

He has walked on the tightrope of the cliff all his life, every step is a game after all kinds of consideration, he has blocked everything, the worst is to meet the god who has harmed him so far.

"But I can't bear to leave you to meet the gods," the little cardinal in the ruins and flames coughed up blood while bending down to pick up the child on the altar who was holding on to his belt, "Come on, my dear paladin Long, you need to make a choice..."

Do you want to continue to protect the glory of the God of Light and support his blood, or choose me?

I am disrespectful, I am bloody, I kill blood relatives.

"There is another taboo..."

The chief paladin sighed deeply, and put the Holy Son on his little bed: "You know it's impossible, but you still want to be like a moth to an open flame..."

"Why be like a moth to an open flame?"

"Because you are attracted by him, you can't help but give up everything you insist on for him, you are willing to go to the stake for him, and you are willing to shed the last drop of blood for him."

"Is there anything wrong with this?" The ignorant little Shengzi grabbed the paladin's long sleeve, persistently wanting an answer.

"There's nothing wrong," said the paladin, kissing his forehead long, "but the world and the world think they're wrong."

At that time, Zhang Xinjie didn't know why someone would be obsessed with such a taboo, or he didn't know why someone would be obsessed with a taboo.

A secret that cannot be revealed, an unblessed decision.

It's like the chief paladin is to the pope, and the pope is to the chief paladin.

and the love between them.

But Zhang Xinjie never needed to worry about this issue. His adoptive father spent his whole life cleaning the entire Holy See and canon for him, giving him the greatest freedom and unrestricted teachings.In a brand new world and a soaring continent, he can finally stand side by side with his beloved without any scruples.

"I can't tell the public while you are alive, here," he stroked his fingers along the grain of the white marble of the tombstone, and his kiss could melt the ice when he fell on it, "I'm sorry, I love you, my beloved Your Majesty."

Then I will bury you here with my own hands, I will kill your last vitality, I will cut off your last light.

"Have you figured it out?" The little cardinal holding the child waited for his decision in the burned church hall through the flames and falling wood, "What a painful question, do you choose me or not?" he?"

The little guy with wide eyes didn't know what they were talking about, he just instinctively followed the guidance of the newly awakened blood, poked the heart of the little bishop who was holding him, and then kissed him.The little bishop who was kissed for the first time was completely dumbfounded, but the child didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and rushed forward to kiss him on the left side of his face.

"Good day." The child who tugged at his sleeve solemnly finished kissing the left side of his cheek, then looked into his eyes as if waiting for his response.

"Day... Ann..."

The child was still tugging at his sleeve in dissatisfaction: "What about a good morning kiss?"

So someone would put on such a serious face with such a serious tone just for a kiss?While the little bishop in red was still hesitating whether to kiss him or not, the chief paladin took the opportunity to step out of the crumbling church with two strides, one big and one small on one shoulder, looking at each other and not knowing what to do.

That good morning kiss made the little bishop in red completely lose a wonderful opportunity, which caused him to struggle with the whole matter about Zhang Xinjie, and was even forced to...

The choice completely angered the Paladin Commander.

Taking advantage of the guide, it is not difficult to lure a sentry who is highly compatible with him to follow his plan emotionally. Anyway, he has made the decision to leave someone as bloody as he can't keep his heart.In this way, even if you are powerless and abandoned again, at least I can leave the heaviest stroke in your heart.

The head paladin is not good at drinking and restrains himself from drinking. He didn't know how the pheromone alcohol on the Pope's body satirized the gods, even though he was already addicted to it and could not be cured.

The bitterness and strong aroma of the absinthe captured his last sobriety.

"Do you know why the temple is also nicknamed the Holy See of the Rose?" The Pope especially likes to rub and kiss the little Son who clings to him when he is free, "Did you see that guy who was always hanging around the door? Blame him."

The chief paladin stood at the door with a cross sword in his arms and smiled wryly. The fact that his pheromone is a rose is completely different from the fact that the temple is called the Holy See of Roses, okay?The reason why it is called the Holy See of the Rose is entirely because the temple has the most magnificent rose-colored glass windows in the entire continent, and the entire holy city is full of roses.

But that night, the Pope, who was in a cocoon, couldn't tell where the rose fragrance came from. The emotions of the sentinel and the guide were mutually contagious. The spirit is strained to the limit.The Sentinel was almost overwhelmed by the deluge of emotional and sensory information.

How can there be such a strong rose fragrance?

They walked all the way back to the Holy See from the ruins behind the abyss in silence. The chief paladin would not coax the child to still stubbornly want to take away Zhang Xinjie, who was still naive.Zhang Xinjie, who had already been able to see the anger in people's hearts, insisted on grabbing the little bishop's collar and burying his head in the little bishop's arms, leaving only a back view for the leader of the paladins who wasted all his pains.

"Why don't you like him?"

"I just like you more." The little Zhang Xinjie raised his head and poked the little bishop's heart. "This is purple, and his is holy white."

"Don't like white?"

Zhang Xinjie embarrassedly reached out and hugged the little bishop's neck: "It feels so hot there, every time he gets close to you, it feels like he can ignite himself, it's so hot."

The little bishop in red sighed in amazement that his heart was not filled with a pitch-black fire, then reached out and grabbed the little guy's fingertips and blew on him: "Is it burning?"

Actually no...

Zhang Xinjie looked at the purple fire in the little bishop's heart, and couldn't help poking it again.

It was many years later that he discovered in the holy scriptures how desperate and sad love purple really is. At that time, the pope's heart fire was already a deep purple flame that started a prairie fire.He was brought back to the Holy See of the Rose from a secluded town, and from an orphan who was abandoned to a small church, he became the most precious legacy.

"Do you like roses?"

"like."

"What about this place?"

"I like it too."

"Do you like me?"

"Like it?"

"You said you liked me," the little bishop in red hugged Xiao Xinjie and fell on his big bed with him, "So you have to listen to me from now on, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what will happen?"

"Otherwise," the little bishop in red stretched out his hand to pinch the little guy's chin, leaning forward to rub his tender and soft cheek, "I'll eat you."

The leader of the paladin guarding the door broke the tight string when he heard the second half of the threat. He picked up Zhang Xinjie and walked to his room with a grimace. : "It's time to sleep."

Zhang Xinjie looked up at the sky that had just been wiped black in confusion, but he still obediently asked the chief paladin to carry him and stuff him on a hard bed. He secretly compared it with the beautifully carved one in the large room with light and elegant colors. A soft, warm bed, and then a look at this room, so rough it could be called empty, and this hard bed.

Zhang Xinjie pursed his mouth in a rare way.

The chief paladin seemed unhappy looking at the little guy, and he would be wrong as usual. He lowered his head and kissed Zhang Xinjie's side face, tied the little guy tearfully with the green residue under his chin, then stretched out his hand to wrap him into a Spring rolls with only the head exposed.

"Good night," he rubbed Zhang Xinjie's head, "I'll give you a good night kiss."

Not kissing the right place QvQ...

Zhang Xinjie looked at the back of the chief paladin closing the door, and stretched out his hand to rub the place where he was kissed. Did the good night kiss be kissed in the middle of the forehead?Is this half of your good morning kiss?

The chief paladin who locked the door could no longer control the smell of pheromones in his body. He returned with the fragrance of roses all over his body, and bumped into the secret and strong smell of wine in the room.

He and his guide have not had any comfort or communication for nearly a month, and even the daily contact has maintained an awkward respect.The head of the paladin was so upright and old-fashioned that many years later when Zhang Xinjie grew up, the pope would complain from time to time why he just followed the head of the paladin with such a boring look.

The relationship between the sentinel and the guide is complicated, and then the relationship between the paladin and the pope is even more complicated.A knight is an almost fanatical and affectionate sacrifice to the object he guards. He can sacrifice everything for you. The kind of belief and loyalty that makes people feel crazy than love is not what the pope wants.

He loves the world and the Holy See.

I am one of the world, but I do not want this kind of love.

The little cardinal, who has been in love for a long time, can't taste the fragrance of roses. He meets a stubborn stone head.He was so angry that he almost wanted to smash the Holy See after several repeated hints, but he was misunderstood. Unfortunately, the IQ of the two brothers was all on him, and all the strength was on a bear.

The pope has been pampered and pampered all his life. He has not suffered too much, but he has tasted too much pain.Even during the few months when the blood palace was wandering outside, he was carefully protected by his brother.

After all, his health is really not very good.

The plan he had been planning for several months finally had a chance to be implemented today, from the first time he entrapped the leaders of the Scarlet Legion and the other two giants, to not allowing the abyss to engulf Fang Shiqian and then started the second plan, everything Everything was within his expectations, including Zhang Xinjie's identity surfaced, including the activated blood in that child, including the truth that the town was razed, and the entire engulfed Scarlet Legion.

No matter how loyal a knight is, he can't accept the blood on the hands of his allegiance. He is waiting for the sentinel he has identified to be eroded by emotion and reason, and then the combination fever will be detonated for a long night.

"As you have seen and heard," he sat on the edge of the bed in bright red clothes, the soft light reflected a halo on his body, and could not clearly illuminate his face, "I will take the blood."

The last sanity of the Paladin Commander also shattered.

He didn't quite remember the way of thinking that forced his little bishop onto the bed. The clear ripping sound of the cloth didn't wake him up, but made him have a stronger desire to conquer.

Clean him up, let him admit his mistakes, and force him not to stain his own pure white hands.

The 15-year-old little bishop didn't know that he couldn't stand the wave of spirit under the extreme anger of the top sentinel. Not long after the two waves of mental power handed over, he was completely submerged under the wave of lust of the sentinel, and even resisted. There is no room for it.

He was pinned down on the bed with his hands pinned down, and was forced to accept the rubbing and gnawing by the chief paladin. The delicate bishop couldn't stand the sentinel's gnawing in a short while, struggling to regain a trace of clarity, he regretted it. At first.

he is white