[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Changming (4)

The royal capital, the Holy See.

A secret report was sent to the archbishop's dormitory that morning. Bishop Chris read the news and urgently issued an announcement to gather all the leaders in the Holy See who could be called to the auditorium.

"The Lord God blesses you." During the assembly, he prayed on the high platform with the scriptures in his hands.

"May the Lord God live forever." The cardinals in the audience agreed with him.

At the end of the routine, Chris put down the scriptures, took out the secret report from his arms, and announced cautiously, "I gathered everyone here today to tell you something."

Everyone in the audience whispered, not knowing what he meant.

Chris slowly raised the letter in his hand, beckoning the envoy on one side to come forward, and asked him to take it and read it aloud.

The envoy opened the letter, glanced at the briefing briefly, and almost knelt on the ground in fright. Seeing that he was trembling helplessly, Chris angrily let him go down.

The envoy held the letter and dared not leave. He asked the archbishop, "Is this true?"

Chris straightened his sleeves, and instead of answering his question directly, he asked the puzzled crowd, "Do you know why he panicked?"

Most people stared at the letter in the hands of the envoy, only a few looked at him.

"The Holy Son disappeared on the way to preach the day before yesterday..." the archbishop said, "Yesterday, news came from the Royal Capital Auction House. Tonight, our Holy Son will appear at the finale of the auction as a...slave"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and the noise from the cardinals almost toppled the ceiling. Chris stood on the high platform and waited for the opportunity until someone asked, "What should we do?"

"I don't express my opinion." The Archbishop replied, "But the Holy Son has been defiled, so the Lord God will not spare him."

"We bought him before the auction to cover up this matter!" Someone said immediately.

"It's too late. We know about this matter, and many powerful people in the capital should also know about it. And can you guarantee that no one of us will disclose it now, after this meeting is adjourned?"

"Then what do you say? Is the face of the Holy See just ruined?"

"Leave everything to the bishop." Finally brought the topic to this point, the man looked at Chris.

"The Lord God blesses you," the Archbishop closed his eyes and announced, "The Holy Son has angered the Lord God. I hereby propose that after buying him tonight, he will sacrifice the Holy Son to the fire of the red lotus to appease the anger of the gods and choose a day to worship him. "

"May the Lord God last forever." The person who led the topic saluted first, and behind him, some of the cardinals who had already prepared also saluted.

"Let's go." The archbishop waved his hand and left the stage as if tired.

After being taken care of by the maid and the angel, the exhausted Chris returned to the dormitory. The first thing he did when he returned to the dormitory was to pick up the letter again, read it carefully and ecstatically.

The inexplicable excitement was buried in his heart, he drank back for four weeks, and only showed a little bit, but was soon interrupted again.

"Archbishop, you seem very happy?" The cardinal who led the topic before walked into the hall with an expression as if he was strolling in a garden.

"Simon, of course I'm happy." Chris didn't care about his rudeness, and it didn't affect his emotions at all. "He was finally pulled down from the altar by me, finally, finally!"

There was a crazy light in his eyes, "And soon, he will die in my hands and be burned to death, haha!"

"Are you so happy?" Simon attached his side neck and kissed his warm skin.

"Of course I'm happy!" Unprecedented, the archbishop hugged him back, "Simon, let's do it."

"Okay." Simon took out the white cloth from his arms, blindfolded himself, and skillfully untied Chris's clothes.

The two bodies were intertwined, and there was an ambiguous sound in the room. At the moment of union, a happy smile appeared on Simon's face, and he was quickly stopped by the archbishop.

"Don't laugh." Chris turned his face away, panting violently, "You don't smile like him."

"Understood." Simon put away his expression and rushed deeply into the archbishop's body.

Only then did Chris forgive him, touched his face back, and kissed his lips encouragingly.

Wangdu Auction House, an unprecedented auction is in progress, countless dignitaries gather here, spending money like water, rare treasures are not sold at high prices as usual.

The auctioneer in a tuxedo was not in a hurry. He knew why, and he was also looking forward to the finale. It was the second lot No. 30. Maybe he had the chance to meet it once in his life.

When No.30 appeared on stage, Jiang Wuyan was pushed backstage. He listened attentively until he was sure that Rose had been successfully photographed by the designated person, and then he let go of his concerns.

Next, it was his turn.

In the darkness, someone pushed him towards the front desk. The auctioneer read a few words passionately, and lifted the black cloth covering the cage with shortness of breath.

The holy son was wearing a golden thread robe and sitting in a golden cage. His platinum hair was tied up casually, and his facial features seemed to be blessed by the Lord God in person, every bit of it was perfect and just right.

Jiang Wuyan couldn't see it, but he could also feel the gazes on him from all directions. He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the quotations these people made to him.

Fierce competition was on the verge of breaking out, raising his worth all the way up. The Holy See and the Black Chrysalis each had their own side, and finally called out a sky-high price of 11 billion.

The audience was silent, and the auction items were pushed off the stage. This unprecedented grand gathering finally came to an end.

Everyone was waiting to see the Holy Son's jokes. The Holy Son himself could not see, and no one would do anything to him blatantly, so Jiang Wuyan was very calm in his heart.

The maids and guards smoothly pushed the golden cage through the secret passage and sent him to the auctioneer. After they left, there were only two people left in the room.

Jiang Wuyan heard footsteps approaching him, and the man bowed half a meter outside the cage to salute him.

"Holy Son" Simon bowed his head and said, "I have been waiting for a long time, please follow us back."

Jiang Wuyan looked towards the source of the sound, but of course he couldn't see anything except Hei.

On the other side, Rose in a black robe came out of the cage, and the messenger hugged him and informed him of the current situation.

"The Holy See and the royal family jointly took action, and the Holy Son gave them such a big embarrassment. Ross, you overfulfilled the task, and you will definitely be promoted when you go back."

Ross wasn't as happy as he was, but instead asked, "What happens next?"

"Black Chrysalis intends to intercept the Holy Son on the way back from the Holy See, and it is best to kill him." The messenger told him without reservation, "As a candidate bishop, are you interested in contributing to this great feat?" force?"

"It's an honor." Rose patted him on the shoulder, pulled out the blade hidden in the fingernail, and cut the messenger's throat in an instant.

The sad martyr stares wide-eyed, and so far does not understand the cause of his death.

It's actually very simple, Rose found a light outfit from the wardrobe in the lounge and changed into it.

There is a judge among you who does not belong to the light and who no longer believes in Satan.

The author has something to say:

The state is not very good recently, there are a lot of miscellaneous things, sometimes I am a little emotional when I am not sure about the state

Lay's Salted Egg Yolk Potato Chips are not available today.

I really want to eat

Go home tonight and have a look, if you can eat it

I love fun!