What is it—so he has to thank himself for coming to him
Doesn't this mean that he is doing more than he does? !
Hubert was about to be mad at his casual attitude, and his voice became high, "You, you'd better explain things quickly! What's the situation now, I can't feel your darkness at all. Li, if you do this again, I will tell the Pope!"
"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Jun Moyu raised the corners of her bright red lips and said with a faint smile, "Could it be that Hubert is... worrying about me?"
His voice was low and charming, slightly raised with an indescribable temptation, and the heart throbbed unintentionally.
Hubert clearly saw his own figure in his dark eyes, his breathing subconsciously stagnated, and he suddenly took a step back after reacting, with a sullen face and a cold tone, "Who would worry about you? I'm just worried about our demons. The plan will change because of this, don't be too affectionate!"
"I just can't get in touch with you for the time being, so I'm not worried enough to cry like this, right?"
Not caring at all about his seemingly ruthless words, the future Demon King slowly evoked a playful smile, but his pure black pupils were full of casual indifference.
"Who would cry because he was worried about you!" His Highness the Holy Son of the Dark Temple was about to explode with anger, "You just went outside, why did you even break your brain? Even this kind of thing—"
His tone suddenly stopped, as if he had finally discovered his true purpose, the Holy Son accused again with a stunned expression, "You can't change the subject! You were playing with me just now, didn't you? I really have to tell the Pope like this, Let the Pope come to interrogate you!"
"Are you still a child, go and sue at every turn." The future demon king couldn't hold back his sneer, and the end of his slanted eyes flashed with redness, "Forget it before, why do you think I'll still eat it now? This one?"
Hubert choked for a moment, and glared at him for a long time with his teeth gritted, his ruthless and domineering face wrinkled together, "Then say it quickly, don't talk nonsense!"
After talking for a long time, it was all nutritious nonsense, and Goliath, who wanted to know, hadn't told him yet. His Highness the Holy Son of the Dark Temple was so aggrieved that he was deformed, and only felt his teeth itch with hatred.
"It's really a child who can't do anything about you." Jun Moyu leaned against the tree and stretched his voice lazily, "You can't feel my dark power, of course, because I don't have it anymore."
Hubert's face changed instantly, "What did you say?!"
No matter how much Goliath bullied himself, he would still be the future king of their demon race. How could the demon king he recognized allow others to bully him? !
Hubert's expression turned gloomy in an instant, his black eyes flashed with ominous and cold red light, and his deep voice was full of awe-inspiring and tyrannical murderous intent, "Did those cunning lackeys of the god of light do something to you? I think they really The thing is to live impatiently!"
"Why, haven't you always hated me so much, but it's not easy to take revenge because of your clan? You should be happy that I lost the power of darkness, and finally have the opportunity to take revenge on me openly."
The future Demon King said casually, his dark pupils flashing a lazy and playful smile, as if he was lured in by a little carelessness.
The Holy Son of the Dark Temple, who has always been ruthless, domineering and unreasonable, will become extraordinarily childish when he meets the future Demon King of the Demon Race. This is something that the Demon Race in the Dark Abyss all knows. The two of them are of similar age. Even if the Holy Son is bullied by the future Demon King, he will always chase after him, so that the Pope of the Dark Temple, who has never been very concerned about these things, will occasionally pay attention to them funny.
"Who is thinking of revenge on you—" His Highness the Holy Son almost bit his tongue, his face turned dry, but his eyes were suspiciously erratic, "Difficult, don't you know that only I can bully you! If I bully you, of course I'm going to be angry!"
"Who bullies whom?"
In the face of the boy's rhetorical question, Hubert stubbornly refused to admit it, "Of course I bullied you. Usually, it is because you are still underage, so I let you!"
Jun Moyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and the bright red at the end of her eyes became more and more attractive, "Just be happy."
Hubert didn't know what to do, but as long as he looked into the eyes of the young man's dark, half-smiling eyes, his heart would beat fast. I didn't feel this way before, so why did it suddenly happen this time after a long absence...
Hubert looked away and thought for a while, and suddenly stared at the boy again with a stunned look on his face—it must be because of anger, that's right, he was so angry with Goliath, the bastard demon king!
"Do you still want to know the follow-up?"
Seeing that His Highness the Holy Son on the opposite side was about to explode, the future Demon King finally showed him a gentle smile, as if he was the gentle and holy Holy Son of Light, pure and flawless.
Hubert's brain suddenly roared, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat like beating a drum, before he looked away with difficulty, "You, you have stayed in the Temple of Light for a short period of time, how can you even hear them? Have you learned the smiles of blind people?"
Jun Moyu just raised her eyebrows, but smiled without saying a word.
His Highness the Holy Son of the Dark Temple came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and barely suppressed the joy in his heart, although he seemed reluctant with a cold face, there seemed to be a tail swaying behind him, "Since you want to tell me so much. I, I just try to listen."
The future Demon King's half-smiling gaze landed meaningfully on his face, but it was rare that he didn't expose him.
"I didn't know what went wrong when I advanced, which caused the magic power to pass out in a chaotic coma. When I woke up, I went to the Temple of Light and found that the power of darkness in my body had also become the power of light."
He summed up what happened before in a few words. The only different version is that he actually has a memory all the time, but because it was inconvenient to know his identity when he was in the Temple of Light at the time, and he wanted to find out who was behind the black hand, so Ji Ji Ji was left in the Temple of Light for the reason of amnesia.
However, he really did not expect that the Pope of the Temple of Light would train him as a holy son.
"So you want to be the Holy Son of the Temple of Light and work with us inside and out?" As the Holy Son of the Temple of Darkness, Hubert is naturally not stupid. He quickly reacted after listening to his description and asked with raised eyebrows.
"Isn't this identity very suitable?"
The corners of Jun Mo Yuyan's red lips suddenly raised a meaningful arc.
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Dark Temple.
In the center of the main hall, a black-robed man with a gorgeous and indescribable face was standing on the steps. He looked down and watched Jun Moyu and Hubert come in, the main hall was filled with a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.
"Sir Pope, Goliath is back."
When he arrived at his own territory, His Highness the Holy Son changed his image in an instant. He bowed his head slightly to the respected Pope on the stage and reported with a serious face.
"Goliath, I heard that you became the Holy Son of the Temple of Light."
The man's indifferent gaze fell on the future demon king, and Jun Moyu only felt the pressure all over his body, and deeply felt the oppression coming from him.
Hubert was startled and blurted out subconsciously, "How did you know, Lord Pope?" He obviously hadn't had time to tell His Excellency Pope!
Although he didn't get an answer from the man as expected, his sentence instantly broke the solemn atmosphere of the main hall.
The corners of the future Demon King's red lips couldn't help but curl slightly, and the dark and demonic pupils stared at the dark Pope with a cold and gorgeous face, "The Pope should have known it long ago, so he didn't rush to find me."
As if the Pope's face was still cold and ruthless, as if shrouded in darkness, there seemed to be nothing to shake him, "It seems that you have recovered your memory."
"Not."
He deliberately only said half a sentence, and after seeing the man's attention was attracted, he smiled with satisfaction, "I have never lost my memory, I thought I could wait until the Pope came out to save me, but who knows until now. Only one Hubert found me."
Hubert: "… "
The Holy Son of the Dark Temple was sluggish for a moment before finally realizing that something was wrong, the serious expression on his face only lasted for a few minutes and then cracked, "Goliath, you bastard, explain to me clearly what it means to have only one Hubert! I am the holy son of the dignified dark temple!!”
The status is also very high, okay
In the face of the son's blowing hair, the future devil's response was extraordinarily perfunctory, "Oh, that's good, you can finally be on your own, the Pope must be very pleased."
"Of course, after you left—"
"You're staying there on purpose, and it looks like there must be something to gain."
The Pope suddenly spoke up and forcefully led back to the topic. After all, based on past experience, if no one interrupts the conversation between the two, they can probably quarrel without anyone else.
"Well... If the Pope really pays attention to me, he should know what happened, right?"
As if he didn't see Hubert's shocked expression of "When did you get so daring?", the Future Demon King smiled slightly and asked in a high tone.
As his black eyes were slightly curved, the end of the slantingly raised eyes seemed to be drawn with a touch of bright red, trembling slightly like a magic butterfly spreading its wings, and it became more and more enchanting and captivating.
The Dark Pope's aura was even more oppressive, his icy black eyes stared at the young man, and it seemed that he just noticed the bright red, and his eyes suddenly darkened.