His Holiness the Pope lowered his eyes and stared at her: "You were a little different just now?"

His expression was too sacred. Anyone facing such a holy and inviolable face would be ashamed of his lies.

More effective than any trial.

Qiao Xi's heart sank, but when he looked up, his expression was normal, "What's the difference?"

The Pope looked at her deeply, his golden eyes flickering with light. Hell was hidden deep inside, very well hidden.

He raised his lips and said in a low voice, like a lover whispering in an ambiguous way in his ear: "I really like the look in your eyes just now."

Qiao Xi showed a bit of guilt appropriately and turned her head away from him, looking like a young girl who was discovered in love.

The skill cannot be discovered, otherwise she will be doomed.

The Pope looked at her deeply, his light-colored but thick eyelashes casting a deep shadow in his golden eyes: "You are my most loyal little believer, you will never leave me, right?"

Josh nodded: “Yes.”

A laugh rolled out of the Pope's throat: "Very good."

He leaned over to kiss Josh.

Yu Ze's voice suddenly flashed through Qiao Xi's mind, sternly telling her not to be lovesick and not to fall in love too early.

She was so frightened that she shuddered all over and stepped back subconsciously.

The Pope's eyes darkened, he grabbed the man and leaned closer: "Are you lying?"

A powerful aura and mental suppression emanated from him.

Josh was pinned down and unable to move, so he had to look him in the eye.

The high and mighty god seemed to have lost the blessing of holy light in an instant, revealing black crow feathers, and a miserable and desperate hell spread from his eyes.

The seminary, which had been bright and cheerful just a moment ago, suddenly lost its light and turned into a gloomy, eerie and desolate place.