After becoming a disciple of the Pope

The entire Saint Beast Palace was involved in this violent shaking and collapse.

Large pieces of bricks and tiles were knocked to pieces during Mang's struggle. The Central Cavalry Army stationed outside the Holy Beast Palace nervously watched the movement inside, ready to rush in to protect His Majesty the Pope at any time, and fight the traitors to the death.Prince Feng Yu led the Royal Palace Imperial Guards and was also on standby. The second prince Feng Gan was arrested by the Prince as a traitor and accomplice, and was imprisoned in the Imperial Guards. Gone, leaving a void of frustration and numbness.

Inside the Palace of the Holy Beast.

Bai Ze seemed to have sensed that some important breath was passing away crazily, and it kept moaning from the neck. The sound of mourning was wrapped in the howling wind and the churning waves, and it was endlessly rising and falling in everyone's ears.

Originally, it was the giant dragon that engulfed Ye Shaoqing's body, but now Ye Shaoqing was clinging to the mang tightly. It rolled and struggled in the air trying to throw him out. There were faint golden threads in the air entangled them, and the mang was solid. The dragon's body once again appeared and disappeared in everyone's sight, becoming more and more illusory.

"Roar!" Mang's angry roar did not stop Ye Shaoqing—or the remaining soul of God—from his determination to die with him.

Their passing power could no longer maintain their suspension in the air, and finally they fell heavily into the choppy lake water. The huge waves they smashed almost swallowed the ancient trees in the center of the lake, and also swallowed Qinghe, who had long lost his will to survive.

Seeing Ye Shaoqing and Mang both fall into the water, Ye Zheng's face changed wildly. He didn't care about being soaked by the waves of the water, and almost jumped off himself, but was held back tightly by others. The scepter in Ye Zheng's hand Crazy output of magic, trying to drag people out of the vortex, but all in vain, in the end he could only watch helplessly as his disciple was instantly sucked into the center of the vortex and completely disappeared from sight.

Even the holy scepter seemed to lose the support of its owner, and began to sink slowly.

"Shaoqing——!!!" A scream of pain echoed on the gradually closing lake along with the rising and falling waves.

The elegance and composure that should be the leader of the Holy See have all been abandoned by him at this moment. Ye Zheng has never lost his composure like this in his life, and he has never been so desperate as he is now.

With a pale face, he stared blankly at the water gradually returning to calm, but no one responded, and no one came back.

At the bottom of the lake is a holy altar full of forbidden curses and divine spells. No one can enter except the Pope himself. However, although he is the Pope, he has the body of a strange beast.

His powerful spiritual perception was spread out to the maximum as early as the first time, but he couldn't penetrate the bottomless lake at all, and he couldn't go in to find his beloved disciple. Ye Shaoqing's aura seemed to have disappeared in the world, perhaps already He was completely buried in the cold water with Mang, or maybe he was just joking with himself?

A bad joke.

In the next second, his lover will emerge from the water and shake off the water droplets all over his body.

But the vortex disappeared, and the dark water surface was calm and waveless, like a pool of stagnant water, with nothing.

It is useless to panic, he should continue to remain calm, and he should immediately issue an order to drain the lake, even if he digs the Holy Beast Palace and digs three feet, no, it is too slow, too slow.

Countless thoughts crowded in Ye Zheng's mind chaotically, then sank down vaguely, and finally there was only a blank space. He was proud of his calmness, self-control and meticulousness. When he realized that Ye Shaoqing might have died with Mang, he felt like The sand castle submerged by the waves collapsed in an instant. His heart seemed to be pierced by an invisible sword. He could only curl up in pain, unable to move, and even breathing was painful.

For a long time, he has had a high position and power beyond the reach of ordinary people, and also bears heavy responsibilities and pressures. He is easy to handle, calm, and looks down on all living beings indifferently like a god. He never thought that he would have such a day.

Vulnerable, frightened, powerless, small.

"Come out, or the teacher will be angry..." Yezheng muttered to himself, his fingers holding the scepter sank deeply into his palm, leaving bloodstains like a few teeth, and his wide sacrificial robe was windless. Automatically, it shook the crowd away.

Under the panicked eyes of everyone, Yezheng stepped into the water step by step...

Ye Shaoqing seemed to be having a long and absurd dream. In the dream, there were sweet, happy and happy times, as well as the shadow of pain, struggle and loneliness. He felt that he was very tired. Maybe he could get eternal peace by being immersed in the dream all the time. , not disturbed by the world, not forced by livelihood.

Just continue to sleep like this, carefree, until the end of time.

But vaguely, it seemed that a ray of light passed through the distant void, passed through a long time, and cast in front of him, maybe it was a door, or a staircase, and an intermittent voice came from a distance, just in front of him. the other end of it.

Where does it lead?What's behind?And who is calling him?

Ye Shaoqing frowned, as if he felt displeased when someone disturbed his dream, but the voice was so persistent, repeating it tirelessly, he felt as if he had forgotten some important people and things, for no reason. Anxiously scorching his heart, he tried hard to figure out the truth of everything, struggling, wanting to wake up.

The voice urged him, pushed him, towards the direction of the light beam, Yuyu moved forward from the source of the voice...

What caught the eye was the plain white and clean curtain, embroidered with delicate flower patterns with silver thread. The sunlight was very good, coming in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading evenly on the oak floor, illuminating a corner of the bed.

Ye Shaoqing narrowed his eyes and blocked the sunlight with his hands. His eyes, which were used to the darkness, could not fully adapt to the bright day.

When I wake up from a big dream, the memories deposited in my mind are flashing in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern, clearly as if it happened yesterday, and as far away as a thousand years ago.

He remembered that he was stimulated by Yezheng's injury, and then his consciousness entered a strange mirror space. He could see everything that happened outside through his "eyes", but his body was not dominated by his will until he was with him. Mang fought a battle, and both the remnant soul and Mang were going to be destroyed, but he miraculously survived.

Or, all along, the "god" never intended to annex his own consciousness like Mang did, and occupy this body for a long time. He just wanted to take another look, to take a look at this human world that he lingers on and loves so much.

Take one last look and leave.

Ye Shaoqing rubbed his drowsy head, suddenly his eyes narrowed, ignoring his body that had not fully recovered, he forced himself to get out of bed, and dragged his tired body out.

Zhan Qiu was guarding the door, and when he woke up, his iceberg-like face could not help showing a little unnoticeable looseness.

"Night... where is His Majesty the Pope?"

Zhan Qiu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes drooped slightly involuntarily, with a painful and serious expression: "Your Majesty, he..."

Seeing his expression, Ye Shaoqing fell into an ice cave for a moment, her heart sank, and she calmly said, "What's the matter?"

Zhan Qiu shook his head, led the way silently, stopped in front of another door, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty approached the holy altar in order to find you, and was wounded by dense forbidden spells, I'm afraid..."

"What did you say?!" Ye Shaoqing was terrified. He remembered that Ye Zheng had told him that alien beasts were strictly prohibited from invading the holy altar. Now that he was the body of a sky fox, even if he got close to him, he might end up in ashes. Yet? !

Without time to think wildly, Ye Shaoqing hurriedly opened the door and entered. A quiet figure was lying on the big bed in the center of the room. It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was faint and inaudible.

Seeing Ye Zheng's pale face, Ye Shaoqing's heart kept sinking. The back of his hands, neck, and even the side of his face were covered with scars everywhere. Ye Shaoqing didn't even have the courage to check under his robe. how many.

He carefully sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the soft and shiny long hair of the other party, spreading it on the pillow like satin, his master is such a beauty-loving and narcissistic guy, even if a hair is broken on weekdays, he would feel distressed , but now his body was covered in cuts and bruises, even in a coma, he frowned in pain, as if he was enduring unimaginable suffering all the time.

"Yezheng..." Ye Shaoqing softly called his name, he didn't dare to touch the other person's cheek with his hands, for fear that there might be hidden wounds that he couldn't see, and he would hurt him.

Ye Zheng seemed to have heard his call, his long and curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and finally slowly opened the two eye slits, and opened his mouth weakly.

"Yezheng, are you awake?" Ye Shaoqing's bright eyes showed obvious joy, but in the other's dull, lifeless eyes, he felt a chill in his hands and feet.

"... Shaoqing, Shaoqing..." Ye Zheng's voice was hoarse and weak, he chewed the name on the tip of his tongue, turning it over and over again, with deep nostalgia and reluctance, as if he didn't call it a few more times Sounds like there will be no next time.

Ye Shaoqing felt a pain in her heart, and looked at him tenderly: "I am here, by your side, and I am not going anywhere."

His answer seemed to reassure Ye Zheng a little, and he said in a low voice, "If your teacher is no longer by your side, you must protect yourself and remember to miss me..."

Ye Shaoqing's complexion changed, and he raised his voice and said sternly: "No nonsense!"

Ye Zheng forced a smile, and said softly, "Kiss me, okay, my beloved disciple."

Ye Shaoqing suppressed the pain and sadness in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, take good care of your wounds and wait for you to recover."

Ye Zheng pretended to be displeased: "You are not willing to fulfill my last wish as a teacher..."

A feather-like kiss landed on his eyelids and brows, Ye Shaoqing stared at him with downcast eyes, Yezheng showed a joyful expression, and looked at him reluctantly: "It's not enough."

Ye Shaoqing silently kissed him on the cheek.

"What about the other side?"

After the left and right sides were branded, Yezheng raised his neck slightly and said, "Where is the mouth?"

Ye Shaoqing paused, staring at him with dark eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching: "Are you going to finish?!"

Ye Zheng looked aggrieved: "...as a teacher, I was seriously injured and dying because of you, yet you still beat me..."

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Before the two of them could react, Zhou Wen suddenly pushed open the door and said eagerly: "Your Majesty! His Royal Highness is awake, do you want to wrap some more bandages and powder... Well……"

Ye Zheng: "..."

Ye Shaoqing sneered: "Seriously injured and dying? Ha ha."

Zhou Wen's eyes darkened, and he almost bit off his tongue. It's over, this time he's dead!I'm going to spend the rest of my life in the toilet of the tribunal!

The author has something to say: Fox: My younger brother doesn’t love me, he still beats me!I don't want to live anymore!Don't stop me!

Zhou: Hey, Your Majesty, I have used this sentence last time!

Fox: You talk too much!