System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

【Love Saint】: "?"

【Love Saint】: "What does it mean?"

Moreover, his own saint body, the plan to be promoted to [Glorious One], can also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

It is necessary to make good use of this "vacuum period" that controls the infiltrating cultists, and develop a wave fiercely.

At the same time, we should also pay attention to creating "riots" of some cultists to create the illusion that the cultists are still haunting Suramar.

There is really not enough time, let the witch Syl swallow all the cultists in Suramar.

This is the last card.

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PS:

feature film -

[1. There are four words for something, sometimes three words, but never five words. 】

[2. The examinee lost contact for three days, and was finally found in the trap in the question, and the person who wrote the question has been detained]

[3. After repeated mediation and negotiation, the terrorists agreed to bomb only the lower ten floors of the building]

This time it's really good night~ good night~

Tomorrow's update may be a little later, because I may sleep a little longer.

Chapter 386 Chapter 350 Small Stories in the Conference Room (4000 word chapter)

It was only after Syl figured it out that he came to his senses.

Ashara was still by her side.

Syl raised his head, looked towards Ashara's direction, and found that Ashara was also looking at him.

"Finish?" Seeing that Syl had recovered, Ashara looked at Syl and asked.

"Well... I'm done thinking about it." Searle nodded sincerely.

"Have you figured out a way?" Ashara asked curiously.

Ashara knew that Syl definitely knew much more than herself, and also endured more.

But if Ashara is only considering the existing factors, she really can't think of any way to break the situation...

Compared with those favored ones who have been blessed by real evil gods, the combat power in this world is indeed not enough.

Facing Ashara's question, Syl didn't think much about it, and just replied in a very ordinary way: "It's good to make yourself stronger."

But Syl's words, to Ashara's hearing, made her feel a little blocked.

In the end, Xiao Xier's plan still put the pressure on her...

What made Ashara feel a little powerless the most was that she had nothing to refute.

After all, judging from the current situation, only Syl and the Yehuo organization behind her can cut a little life out of the current adversity.

At this time, Syl also noticed this little change in Ashara's mood, and asked with some concern:

"What's the matter, Archbishop, is there anything unhappy?"

"No." Ashara shook her head, "I just feel that I can't help you."

When Ashara said these words, although she didn't bring much emotion, these words fell into Syl's heart, making her feel a little warm.

Although the strong Ashara didn't express it very bluntly, she always wanted to help herself in her heart.

She even felt guilty for not being able to help herself... Could it be that Ashara would think about these things in normal times and feel uncomfortable on her own?

What a cute little girlfriend.

Although he understood Ashara's intentions and the reason why he felt lost now, Syl didn't think of any good way to comfort him.

After all, the semi-mythical powerhouses in this world can provide Syl with limited combat help.

After a little hesitation, Syl decided to comfort her first.

"Don't be sad, actually..."

Just when Syl opened his mouth to comfort Ashara, he was interrupted by Ashara.

"I'm not sad," Ashara said calmly, "I will do my best to do what I can."

Ashara's words made Syl pause for a moment, and he immediately felt relieved.

Also.

Ashara didn't need Syl to comfort her at all.

Ashara, who has lived for hundreds of years, besides the emotional aspect, is definitely far more mature than Syl in terms of other things.

Syl was just habitually ignoring the fact that Ashara was a transcendent who had lived for many years because of Ashara's petite body.

If Ashara couldn't resolve this little emotion by herself, and did something irrational, then Ashara would have lived in vain for hundreds of years.

"Let's work hard together~" Syl didn't say much, just smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand to Aishara, and raised his little finger.

Ashara was no stranger to this action of pulling the hook to swear, and Syl had done this with her before.

Ashara also stretched out her right hand, hooked Syl's extended finger with her little finger, and shook it lightly.

Cyr also has Cyr's battlefield, and Ashara also has Ashara's own battlefield. Both of them are fighting for the same thing on different battlefields. In fact, there is no such thing as whether they can help or not.

After seeing Syl's smile, Ashara figured this out and was relieved.

As long as I work hard to prepare the Alliance of Light so that Searle has no worries, it should be the greatest help to Searle at this stage.

After the fingers of the two separated, Syl suddenly thought of something, looked at Ashara and said, "Archbishop, I may walk away for a while recently."

"To become stronger?" Ashara asked.

"Yes," Syl nodded and added, "Of course, I definitely put my own safety first, I'm always afraid of death."

When he said he died, Syl shrank his neck, as if he had thought of something terrible, and added:

"If you die, you will never see the archbishop. It's scary to think about it."

Seeing Syl's appearance, Ashara couldn't maintain her paralyzed expression anymore, and the corner of her mouth slowly curled into a smile.

She shook her head slightly, as if she was speechless at Syl's "immature" idea.

"I'm ready to go on an 'expedition'," Syl looked at Ashara and asked with a smile, "won't you have some Pope's blessing?"

Pope's blessing?

Of course Ashara knew what Syl was referring to.

Isn't it just kissing?

However, looking at Searle's expectant look, Ashara suddenly felt a bit rebellious for some reason.

She stood up pretending to be serious, stood in front of Syl, stretched out her right hand, and lightly tapped Syl's smooth forehead with her fingers.

"Hope brings you well, may your future be bright, and may I be with you."

Ashara maintained this posture, she uttered a very normal blessing.

Sure enough, as Ashara expected, Syl's little face, which was originally full of anticipation, suddenly collapsed.

Syl stretched out his hand directly, hugged Ashara's slender waist in front of him, forcibly pulled her into his arms, and sat on his body.

She wrapped her arms around Ashara's waist with her left hand, gently pressed the back of Ashara's head with her right hand, and kissed her directly.

Ashara, who had no intention of resisting at all, just watched Syl's perfect face getting closer and closer to her.

Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and she felt that burning feeling on her face again.

When they were about to kiss, Ashara couldn't resist the shame in her heart after all, and tightly closed her eyes.

The soft lips of the two were pressed together tightly, and the familiar touch made Ashara feel a little confused.

Suddenly Ashara realized something was wrong.

No... This is the meeting room, the Archbishop may come back anytime!

Thinking of this, Aishara stretched out his hands and wanted to push Syl away who was clinging to him.

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No...it will be seen by others...this is in the conference room!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the conference room, but Syl seemed not to hear it, her hand had even passed through Ashara's neckline, and she poked inside.

No!

This knock on the door made Ashara wake up in an instant, quickly pushed Searle away forcefully, quickly turned over and got off the conference table, and frantically began to arrange the holy Pope's robes messed up by Searle.

Originally, the current meeting room was in a semi-open form, and there was no meeting in progress, so after the knock on the door sounded for a while, the door was pushed open.

"Crack-"

The Platinum Bishop standing outside the conference room was stunned for a moment after pushing the door of the conference room.

"Eh? Your Majesty Ashara, Your Highness Syl, are you here?"

Platinum looked at the two people inside, blinked, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

The current Her Majesty Ashara is not sitting in her own seat, but is with her back on the side of His Highness Syl, and cannot see her expression.