After half a day.
Everyone in the Hundred Flowers Sect was having lunch around the table.
"Master, Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, he doesn't seem to be practicing anymore." Xiuxiu ran in, panting, and said excitedly.
Whenever she is free these days, she runs to the Lancao Palace, practicing skills with Gu Qingshan, and cheering on.
"No practice? Then what is he doing?" White Goose asked.
"He went to take a shower and change clothes."
Xiuxiu wrinkled her nose, and said with disgust on her face: "A few days ago, his body was full of sweat. I asked him to take a bath and change his clothes. He was in a daze. He didn't hear what I said. Today, he went to take a bath by himself. gone."
The white goose thought for a while and said with a smile: "It seems that there is something to gain."
Gu Qingshan soaked in the hot spring, looking at the instructions on the victory interface, he felt a heavy sense of harvest in his heart.
"Flurious Dance (Intermediate Level): A growth skill that shoots 10 arrows in a short period of time, attacking the opponent with an unpredictable arc."
"Shrink the ground to an inch (intermediate level): Divine skill, specify the position at will, or capture and lock the enemy's breath, break through the space limitation through special body skills, and directly appear in the corresponding position."
"Casting distance: 30 meters."
30 meters, it can already be used in actual combat.
At this time, a flame flew over.
Gu Qingshan received the fire talisman, and with a urge of spiritual power, Xiuxiu's whisper came from inside.
"Senior Brother, Master seems to be picking a foundation-building technique for you."
Gu Qingshan smiled and put away the fire talisman.
He opened the God of War interface and looked at the hourglass again.
Above the hourglass, there are only seven grains of sand left.
You can go back in no time.
Gu Qingshan stared at the hourglass, quietly watching the grains of sand, like slow motion, slowly falling down.
time up.
A light curtain flashed, and he disappeared from the practice world.
Empire of Santa Olanca.
royal palace.
"Still no news?"
"Why is there still no news? Are you all living for nothing? I'm going to chop off your heads!"
The king of the empire, the gray-haired old man sat on the throne and asked with a stern expression.
Several officers below were trembling, and all knelt on the ground: "The princess said that she will be back soon, but we have not found her Liuhuo at the border."
"Hmph, useless thing, I will give the order now, kill—"
The old man suddenly noticed that the woman exuding holy light was gesturing towards him.
The old man understood the gesture.
He waved his hands resentfully, and angrily said: "Get out of here! Don't let me see trash like you again!"
Several officers were sweating coldly, and they walked away scrambling.
After they left, the old man took a few breaths violently, and his expression gradually eased down.
"Your Excellency the Pope, what is the progress of the matter that the king asked your church to handle?" The old man's tone suddenly became gentle.
"It's being done, please don't worry about it, Your Majesty, it will be done soon."
The woman wearing a pure white robe and exuding a trace of brilliance replied.
The woman was about fifty years old, with an elegant demeanor, and a bright halo hanging above her head. When she looked at it suddenly, one would almost think it was the Virgin Mary who came to the world.
With such a demeanor and such power, if she appeared outside the palace, how many ordinary people would kneel on the ground and worship her.
It's a pity that she is wearing a light veil, and no one can see her real appearance.
"Stand back, I'll talk to the Pope." The old man ordered.
Everyone retreated.
Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.
"Come," said the old man on the throne.
The Pope did not speak.
"Come, please."
The old man's tone sounded pleading.
The holy pope sighed, lifted his cassock, and walked towards the throne step by step.
Her feet were lame, so she walked very slowly, but the old man was obviously happy.
The pope walked up to the throne step by step and stood beside the old man.
She stroked the old man's head and said softly: "Don't worry, although there are still some people who will never repent, their end is today."
The old man cried and said, "You know what I want is not this."
The Pope paused, and his tone became softer: "Soon, bear with me, it will be fine soon."
"I can't take it, I'm not doing it! I'm going to—"
The old man's voice suddenly stopped.
His head drooped slowly, and his whole body was paralyzed on the throne, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.
There were hands on the old man's chest.
A pair of hands with sharp nails protruded from the old man's body.
The hands stretched to the sides vigorously, and the old man's chest cavity also opened.
There is no organ in the old man's chest, but there is a short person hidden.
This is a small man with wrinkles all over his body, only sparse hair on his head, and his face is full of wrinkles.
However, his voice was full of sharp voices.
The little man wailed loudly, "Mother, I don't want to stay here, it's so lonely here."
"Good baby," the Pope held him in his arms, and said softly, "Give mother two more days to take this country into her pocket, and you can stop acting."
The villain grabbed the Pope and yelled frantically: "Why don't you understand my words, I want Anna, I want to eat her abilities, I want her to be my evolutionary material!"
"Anna is yours, no one can take it away, my dear son." The Pope coaxed.
She suddenly lifted the veil, revealing a skinless face, with only black holes and empty eye sockets.
She touched her son's face and said, "You can get Anna if you obey your mother."
"That is the rose of thorns of the empire, if you don't work hard, how can you get her?"
The villain sobbed and said, "Really?"
"Really," the pope quickly persuaded, holding the little figure in his arms, "as long as you work hard to survive for another two days, I will bring Anna back and give it to you."
"Okay, then I will work hard, I will definitely work hard, I want Anna." The little man said, crawled back into the old man's body, and closed the chest cavity from the inside.
The old man raised his head again, and in an old tone, he said words full of mad enthusiasm: "I want Anna, I want her, she belongs to me!"
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound outside the hall.
"Who!" The old man shouted angrily.
When he spoke, the pope had already stood still under the steps, and the veil on his face had already covered his face again.
Looking at her elegant and noble demeanor, it seems that she has never left her place.
Outside the main hall, there was a panicked report.
"Your Majesty, Princess Anna sent a message requesting to have a direct conversation with you."
"Anna!"
The old man let out a cry of joy, put his hands on the throne, and pretended to stand up.
He looked at the Pope, even though separated by a layer of veil, he could still feel the Pope's dissatisfaction.
The old man shrank back, coughed lightly, and said: "Just talk, we can start."
After a while, the secret communication equipment was set up and connected.
The light curtain lit up.
The communicator passed through layers of protection, and the opposite scene was transmitted from the distant Freedom Federation.
The old man and the Pope looked at the light curtain together, and the expressions of both of them changed a little.
"Who are you?"
The old man's tone was mixed with anger, killing intent, and jealousy.
On the light curtain, Anna and Feng Huode stood in the distance, and the crazy crowd swarmed in, unable to approach under their attack.
And a man who was much more handsome than himself was facing the light curtain.
"Hi, Your Majesty the Holy Kingdom, let me introduce myself first, I am Gu Qingshan."