Fast Travel: Passerby A, she has the aura of a heartthrob

Chapter 65 The Sacrificial Saintess of Western Fantasy (29)

Caesar sat on the carriage, staring at the two with black eyes. The two envoys inexplicably felt a huge pressure on their heads, which made their feet go limp, and they knelt in front of the carriage on the spot.

The faces of the envoys and Bev behind were all dark, and before they stepped forward to pull up the two disgraced envoys, a thin white hand came out of the carriage.

That hand is thin and white, like it has a halo that other people don't have. It's so beautiful that people who don't have a hand fetish want to hold this hand, hold it to their lips, and offer a kiss with joy. Souvenir.

The two gods, who were kneeling on the ground without this habit, held their breath and watched the carriage closely, waiting for the owner to appear.

When they saw Yu Shu's entire face, their minds roared, and they had no idea, only one consciousness.

This is really the color of the world, isn't it a newly born god?
Because of the cover of the carriage, the people behind didn't see Yu Shu. Seeing the two useless envoys trying to embarrass the temple and kneeling in front of the saint's carriage who fled without permission, they couldn't bear it. people lift up.

"Why do you kneel to the sinners of the divine sculpture? You "" are really weak." The man frowned and reprimanded the two envoys who were in a daze and were obviously still out of the situation.

After pulling him up, he saw that the two of them were still staring at the front, and the envoys who came with him were also looking forward, and their expressions became strange. Looking carefully, they were a little shy?

These people are all angels who appeared in the nobles, and they are people who are admired and chased by the daughters of the nobles. When will they have this appearance of falling in love?
As he thought about it, he was surprised by his companion's weirdness, and suspected that the one sitting in the carriage was not a saint, but a demon that could confuse people.

Only demons can make an envoy lose his mind so easily.

He didn't dare to raise his head, lest he be bewitched by the devil. When he moved his feet to call their great bishop, the bishop sitting in the golden carriage noticed the strangeness first and got out of the carriage.

I don't know if this world is the reason for Marysu's world. The bishop is not a wise old man with white hair and white beard, but a young man with a handsome face and a particularly tall figure.

The bishop was wearing a holy robe and holding a scepter inlaid with blue gemstones in his hand. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with eternal tolerance, like a merciful saint.

After seeing the strangeness over there, he walked over with a solemn expression, as if he was disappointed with a naughty child who had made a mistake.

"Saint, you shouldn't..."

The elder-like reprimand had just reached his lips, but when he saw the blond girl standing on the carriage, it completely disappeared between his lips and tongue.

The girl was so beautiful that the bishop who had long lost her sexual desire sighed. She wore a skirt that showed a slender waist, and the neckline was a square collar, revealing a collarbone that was more beautiful than the paintings of the best painters in the Darita Kingdom. .

Seeing her, the bishop understood why these envoys looked like they had lost their souls.

If it was her, it would not be surprising to be willing to give her soul.

"What did the bishop want? What should I do?" Yu Shu looked down at the young bishop, her voice was as clear as water, and it came straight into the bishop's ears.

This voice is calm, pleasant, and can calm people's messy emotions, but at this moment, the bishop wanted to know what it would be like if this voice became soft and wept unbearably.

"The saint is a noble person in the temple. She shouldn't come to this remote place alone. She should be accompanied by the gods and knights of the temple."

The bishop's tone was gentle and his expression was unmoved. Even if the words in his mouth were changed, no one could find out.

(End of this chapter)