Chapter 53

In a dream, you cannot feel the passage of time.

It was unknown how long the man and the fox hugged each other.

It took so long that the little fox was calmed down and finally came to his senses.

——Are they getting along too quickly?

The little fox narrowed his eyes and stared at him resentfully: "Why are you so nice to everyone you just met?"

The tone is very sour.

Wen Xin: “…”

He said calmly, "Of course not. Isn't it that we hit it off right away, Your Holiness?"

The little fox apparently didn't remember that "history at first sight" was an excuse he had used before.

After hearing Wen Xin's explanation, he was immediately coaxed and smiled again.

Seeing the young man's face finally glowing with light again, Wen Xin's heart couldn't help but soften.

“It’s been really nice talking to you.”

The little fox suddenly remembered something and looked a little nervous: "And the thing that happened before..."

Wen Xin knew what he was talking about without having to say it explicitly.

Wen Xin was silent for a moment, then smiled and rubbed the little fox's head: "It's not your fault, why are you still thinking about it, huh?"

The little fox did not like death, and among the decrees he issued, there was a strict order prohibiting believers from killing for fun.

If it weren't for the pockmarked face who acted on his own and colluded with others to mislead City A, the situation would have gotten out of control.

Perhaps, the Idealist Church used Zhang Quanyong as a bargaining chip to exchange interests with Wen Jinfeng, or perhaps they formed an alliance and worked together.

The above contents were all said by the red-robed man himself along the way, hoping that it could help to dispel some of Wen Xin’s barriers to Idealism.

Wen Xin had seen the overall trend of Idealism and had no reason not to believe what the red-robed man said.

Even in a training camp with strict discipline, there are always a few people who don't follow the crowd, let alone a sect with tens of thousands of people.

Rather than being angry, Wen Xin felt more distressed.

He found it hard to imagine how a little kid who only loved to laugh at cartoons could carry the heavy load of tens of thousands of copies.

But so many people died, and in order to avoid a war between the two forces, someone had to stand up and give an explanation to the angry people.

At this time, the little fox didn't know that Wen Xin had already made up his mind to take responsibility for him.

He only knew that Wen Xin had forgiven him and rubbed him happily: "You are so nice!"

The boy's voice was no longer suppressed, but soft and mellow, with a small wave of joy at the end.

Seeing that the little fox didn't even pretend anymore, Wen Xin tapped him on the forehead to remind him: "Why do I feel like you are only a little over ten years old?"

The little fox whined.

According to human age, he is only in his teens, still a minor. So what if he acts coquettishly with the humans he likes?

He knew that Wen Xin doted on him, and he couldn't help but tell her everything: "Because this is what I originally looked like. I was never big."

Seeing that he was fearless, Wen Xin suddenly wanted to tease him: "So you were lying to me before?"

The little fox froze instantly.

He stammered, "Not really... it's just that I'm not very convincing at my age and appearance, so I need another face."

The little fox was afraid that Wen Xin would ask others about this matter and reveal the truth, so he pretended to be serious and said, "This is a secret between the two of us, don't tell anyone."

Wen Xin almost laughed at how seriously he acted.

He also put on a serious face: "Well, I won't tell anyone."

The little fox breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Wen Xin asked leisurely, "Apart from this one thing, you shouldn't have lied to me about anything else, right?"

Little Fox: “…”

"No." He said seriously, "How could it be?"

Wen Xin carefully observed the subtle expression on the little fox's face: "Really? You found..."

Before he could utter the oath, the young man suddenly stood up, folded his hands and covered his eyes, and said hurriedly: "It's too late, you should go to bed, I won't disturb you anymore."

"Have a sweet dream, Wenxin!"

This time, he was unable to be completely honest with the little fox. Wen Xin helplessly curved his eyes and stopped talking.

In the end, I still can't bear to press on.

Wen Xin said softly, "Okay, good night and sweet dreams. You should also go to bed early."

Little Fox: "Hmmmm!"

Just as carefully as he pulled Wen Xin into the dream, he wrapped the young man's consciousness with his strength and sent him out.

Now the little fox has realized that whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, it will make humans rest poorly.

So he applied a little calming power to Wen Xin to offset the fatigue of falling asleep.

After doing all this, the little fox finally felt truly relaxed. He turned into a pink ball, jumping and rolling in his dream.

Great, Wen Xin wasn't angry with him.

"Oh yeah..."

After rolling around for a long time, the little fox shook his hair and stood up, returning to his youthful appearance.

But the boy's face no longer had the soft cuteness he showed when facing warmth, instead there was a coldness on it.

"There is one thing left unresolved."

The little fox waved his hand, and the flowing water courtyard in front of him suddenly disappeared, with the pavilion where he was as the dividing line.

Instead, there is a dark and quiet prison.

There was a man with disheveled hair in the cell, with iron chains extending from the rings on the rotten walls, tightly fastening his limbs.

The little fox walked towards him. The man raised his head as if he had noticed something, and his dull and numb pupils began to tremble wildly.

"Your Highness, His Holiness the Pope—"

The man threw himself forward, trying to hug the little fox's thighs, but with a swish, the iron chain straightened and imprisoned him in place.

His lips turned pale and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have ignored your wishes!"

If Wen Xin were still here, he would be shocked to find that the ferocious man in front of him was the pockmarked man whom he had killed with his own hands.

The little fox was completely unmoved and said coldly, "When have you ever listened to my wishes?"

Without seeing him make any move, the pockmarked face let out a sudden scream and covered his left hand tightly.

“No, spare my life! Spare my life, ahhhhh!”

But no matter how much he begged for mercy, his palm still twisted in an irregular posture, and the bones made a terrifying crackling sound.

The boy looked at the convulsing man and said slowly, "Before I left home, I made a promise to my best friend."

"I said I would go back cleanly. If my nature eventually destroys me, then I will get rid of myself."

"I would rather die than appear in front of Wen Xin dirty."

The boy stepped on the pockmarked man's twisted hand and he screamed in agony again: "Ah ...

The boy looked at him expressionlessly and spoke softly.

"I fought against my nature 157 times. Do you know what that means? The hardest time was when I bit off both of my claws. It took me a whole week to grow them back."

"I persisted for so long just so I could proudly tell Wen Xin that his little fox not only did not turn bad, but also saved many people."

The little fox rubbed the pockmarked man's palm, and every word he said was filled with anger and hatred: "But you destroyed everything!"

"I'm not clean anymore because I saved you and you wanted to kill Wen Xin! You also killed so many people!"

"I clearly told you not to kill anyone and not to touch those hallucinogenic drugs, why don't you listen, huh?!"

Soon, the pockmarked man was speechless.

He fell to the ground, barely breathing, with only outgoing air but no incoming air, and there was deathly silence all around him.

The followers of Idealism were dragged into the dream after Wen Xin left.

When they touched the little fox's eyes, they turned bloodshot red. They were so frightened that their hair stood on end and they dared not utter a sound.

The young man raised his palm and a black hole immediately appeared on the wall behind his pockmarked face.

A huge claw stretched out from the black hole and dragged the pockmarked man into the abyss amid his wailing.

The little fox will not let this man go easily.

A quick and easy death would be too easy for him, and it would not scare other believers who had evil intentions.

Since mental suggestion is ineffective, it is better to imprint fear on everyone's heart.

But this dirty and dark scene must not be seen by Wen Xin.

The little fox closed his eyes.

"Bishop Shi, tomorrow you will send someone to contact Wen Jinfeng in City A and tell him that the traitor has been cleared out as an apology. We will send Zhang Quanyong over."

The man in red robe is Bishop Shi.

He felt nervous and couldn't help but say, "But Your Holiness, that Zhang Quanyong is related to..."

"You mean the zombie vaccine?"

The little fox smiled with a fake smile and said, "It's useless. They can't figure it out."

Before Bishop Shi could figure out the profound meaning behind this sentence, he heard the little fox say indifferently: "Besides, I don't care about any vaccines."

Vaccines are only useful for humans. What kind of vaccine does he need as a mutant?

He should have thought so long ago.

The little fox looked at his palm, his tone completely down, and muttered to himself: "It's so dirty..."

When these words were spoken, everyone, including Bishop Shi, felt a sharp shock in their hearts.

They heard the sadness in the boy's words.

In fact, the little fox has used this tone more than once. He is maintaining the mental suggestion of tens of thousands of people, and this pressure is also affecting him subtly.

But there has never been a time when the feelings were so sincere.

If the pockmarked face's self-assertion made the little fox regret establishing the Idealism Church and becoming the Pope, it would make them more frightened than the other party's violent rage.

The disciples were extremely anxious, but due to the intimidation of the little fox's cold eyes, they dared not step forward for a while.

Only Bishop Shi's light bulb lit up, and he mustered up the courage to ask.

"Then your Holiness, Mr. Wen is here for Zhang Quanyong. Since we want to send Zhang Quanyong back, does Mr. Wen want to come with us..."

Before he could finish his words, the little fox wiped away his anger and said firmly, "No! No! Let him stay!"

Bishop Shi: “…”

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no one was competing with His Holiness the Pope for warmth, otherwise a fight would have definitely broken out.

It is thanks to Wen Xin that His Holiness the Pope can regain his confidence.

Suddenly, Bishop Shi thought of a key question.

Now that Zhang Quanyong is gone, will Wen Xin take the initiative to leave?

Bishop Shi immediately felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

No, they must find a way to keep Wen Xin.

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The next morning, before Wen Xin woke up from his sleep, he vaguely heard noisy footsteps coming from outside the door.

He thought something had happened and quickly opened his eyes.

I saw groups of servants pouring in, some carrying basins of water, some handing over towels, and some serving breakfast.

Someone else cleared his throat: "Help Mr. Wen change his clothes——"

"..." Wen Xin, "???"

At this time, a group of mercenaries came to the base of Idealism.

They had heard about the mystery of Idealism, so they only planned to stay here for a while, take a short rest, buy some supplies, and then leave.

But perhaps influenced by the power of the little fox, these mercenaries couldn't help but relax and start chatting.

"Who exactly is this Wen Xin? Several major forces have been vying for information about him."

"Who knows? We heard that he was in City A before, and many people went there to look for him, but when they got there, they found that he was gone. Even City A was looking for his whereabouts."

Coincidentally, one of the five hundred believers who took Wen Xin back to the base that day was right next to them.

After hearing this, the believers subconsciously asked: "Who are you talking about, Wen Xin?"

The mercenary's instincts are very sharp.

Just this one rhetorical question made them narrow their eyes instantly and look at the believers in front of them suspiciously.

【Author’s words】

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