After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Zhan Qiu still stared at Wen Ping intently, his arm holding the sword remained motionless like a rock, ignored Wen Changyan's warning words, and just said indifferently to himself: "He behaves suspiciously, this is not where he should come."

The anger accumulated in Wen Changyan's eyes gradually increased, and he reprimanded: "Even if he broke in by mistake, just make it clear, why draw the sword? Take the sword back quickly!"

"Stop it all!"

When Ye Shaoqing and Ye Zheng arrived, what they saw was the scene where they were at war with each other. Zhou Wen trotted behind, and Wen Qingze rushed to Wen Ping's side to check his injuries. He didn't feel relieved until he was sure that he was just frightened and not injured.

"Don't fight for me...it's all Aping's fault..." Wen Ping bit his lip, sobbing in panic.

After Zhanqiu Gujing's unwavering gaze briefly met Ye Shaoqing's dark eyes, he simply put his sword back into its sheath, silently bowed his head and stepped aside, saluting the two of them.

The tense atmosphere disappeared in an instant, Wen Changyan's tense nerves relaxed, let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, knelt down on one knee at Chaoyezheng, bowed his head, and said without joy or anger: "Your Majesty, Holy Father Your Highness."

Ye Zheng didn't speak, but cast a playful glance at Wen Ping, the trigger, with cold and unpredictable eyes.

"Get up, what are you doing? Discussing swordsmanship in the yard?" Ye Shaoqing rubbed his forehead with a headache, and taught earnestly like an old-fashioned private school teacher: "How old are you and you are still like children. Want to start a fight? What's going on? Let someone who can breathe clearly explain what happened."

Wen Changyan frowned and glanced at Zhan Qiu, who was expressionless and silent, and he was unwilling to speak first, as if he was taking advantage of something.

Ye Shaoqing's eyebrows began to rise in displeasure, Wen Ping suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes weakly, rubbed his red eyes, drooped his eyelids in grievance, sobbed, and whispered softly: "I was in the courtyard just now. I suddenly felt unbearable headache while walking, and I was thirsty and wanted to drink water. I couldn’t wait for anyone to come, so I wanted to find them by myself, but accidentally lost my way...Master Zhanqiu appeared and wanted to kill me...Then the second brother Here I come...I really don't know if I can't come here...Woo..."

Wen Qingze patted him on the back lightly, and comforted him: "It's all right now, those who don't know are innocent, Zhan Qiu won't kill you, don't cry."

Wen Ping grabbed Ye Shaoqing's arm, his thin body clung to him, trembling slightly: "Master Zhanqiu really won't blame me? His sword is so sharp, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Ping suddenly felt a sharp gaze on his body like an arrow, and his whole body trembled. Even without turning his head, he knew that His Majesty the Pope was staring at him, so he could only let go of his hand embarrassingly.

Ye Shaoqing frowned and looked at Zhan Qiu. The latter's expression didn't change a bit from the beginning to the end, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and he didn't have the slightest desire to argue against Wen Ping's words. Ye Shaoqing felt even more headache and shook his head. I don't have a long memory of how many times Mensao has suffered.

"Okay, since Wen Ping was not injured, let's call it a day." Ye Shaoqing turned to look at Wen Ping, and said in a neutral manner, "You just said that you had a headache, could it be that you have an illness? I don't think it's long. I just did a mental combing for you before."

Wen Ping rubbed his forehead, nodded weakly, and looked up at him pitifully: "Yes, Your Highness, I don't know either."

"So, are you feeling better now?" Ye Shaoqing asked with concern.

Wen Ping shook his head, with a look of enduring the pain: "Your Highness is precious, how can you worry about a small person like me? Don't worry about me, I will be fine by myself, please don't waste your energy, for me personally—”

"You worry too much." Yezheng put his arms around his elbows, and said with a smile that was not a smile, "I have sent someone to develop an antidote for the toxins in your body. In the future, I don't need to ask you personally. Zhou Wen, go Have the antidote delivered to the boy's bedroom and let him take it."

Zhou Wen nodded hurriedly.

Wen Qingze and Wen Changyan were also very happy. Except for the rather reluctant smile on Wen Ping's face, all the problems seemed to be solved. When leaving, Wen Ping quietly glanced at the direction of the surgery tower for the last time, and sighed regretfully in his heart. Take a breath.

By myself alone, I can't get the poison source hidden in the magic tower, let alone get in, and I can't even get close.Wen Ping buried his head deeply, he was discouraged and heaved a sigh of relief for some reason. Since he failed this time, can he continue to stay in the Temple of Light for a long time?

An ordinary cardinal, which can be seen everywhere, fluttered its wings in the sky, skillfully passed through the densely packed palace, circled outside the second prince's bedroom for a while, and flew into the study silently. The body fell off by itself and landed lightly on the desk.

After air-drying and twirling the feathers, the fingertips brushed gently, and a few lines of petite characters gradually appeared.

He quickly read the above content without changing his face, and smiled indifferently, and said: "Sure enough, it failed, such a useless little character, I don't understand why you let him lurk in the next to that one."

In the study room, only a lamp on the corner of the table was lit, and the whole body of the man sitting across from Feng Gan was shrouded in shadows. The dim light cast their shadows on the wall, stretching them very long.

"It's just a cover, and I didn't expect him to finish it. Don't worry, everything has been prepared. Before long, the child will give them a big gift. If His Majesty didn't push too hard, the plague The antidote has been developed so quickly, that child should be more effective. It seems that the last method can only be used. Unfortunately, in fact, I still like that child. In order to cultivate such a container, I have invested in it. More than ten years of hard work."

Feng Gan smiled disdainfully: "Looking at His Majesty's actions, I'm afraid you are already suspected. Besides, this kid has already aroused the other party's vigilance. Whether your so-called last method will still work is still unknown."

The figure laughed hoarsely, and said meaningfully: "Actually, it has already started to work, hehe..."

The "Epoch Day", the last day of the year, finally arrived as scheduled in people's day-to-day countdown.The grand ceremony officially began at sunset in the evening. The past year slowly came to an end as the sun set, and the hopeful new year will finally come.

The celebration of "Epoch Day" was a carnival for the entire empire. Countless believers took to the streets. The avenues of the imperial capital were filled with pedestrians, and bright lights wrapped around the streets and alleys like ribbons of light. Like daytime.

Escorted by the cavaliers, the Pope and the Holy Son will drive from the Temple of Light and circle around the main road of the imperial capital, symbolizing the beginning of the new year, and at the same time blessing the believers and sharing joy with everyone.

Before going out, Wen Ping looked at the lively crowd pitifully, and begged Ye Shaoqing to take him with him. Ye Shaoqing wanted to refuse, but Ye Zheng uncharacteristically agreed to his request, but he was not allowed to approach the animal carriage they were riding in, and only the Wen family brothers take him.

When the Apocalypse Pope and the Holy Son appeared in the sight of the believers, the boiling voices immediately went straight to the sky, laughter and prayers intertwined into a lively ocean, Ye Zheng was dressed in a platinum sacrificial robe, wearing a crown on his head, holding the power in his hand standing on the chariot, nodding to the excited believers on both sides of the road.

Ye Shaoqing stood beside him and said softly, "Aren't you worried that something will happen tonight, why did you agree to bring Wen Ping with you?"

Ye Zheng stared at the gradually sinking sunset on the horizon, and said lightly: "I always have a bad feeling, it's better to keep that brat under my nose than to keep him in the Temple of Light. The idea of ​​building a magic tower in a missing place."

"Didn't you send more cavaliers to guard the main roads on all sides?"

Yezheng frowned and said softly, "To call too many people out, I'm afraid it will make the defense of the Temple of Light and the Palace of the Holy Beast empty."

Ye Shaoqing quietly stretched out her hand from the sleeve and hooked the other's little finger. The warm body temperature passed between the two people's close skin, silently expressing their firm support.

"Since it is impossible to terminate the celebration, it depends on how the other party moves."

Ye Zheng turned his face slightly, and the deep eyes of the two met in the noisy background sound, no matter what happens, I will be by your side.

When everyone was immersed in the carnival of the celebration, in the dark corners that no one noticed, there were scenes of incompatible and strange scenes happening.

A peasant woman on the outskirts of the imperial capital had just prepared a meal and was waiting for her husband and son to come back to have a reunion dinner together when the bullocks who had finished working in the field suddenly let out a terrible howl, which scared her and knocked over a small dish. I hurriedly ran out to investigate, but I never expected that what was waiting for me was a group of ferocious beasts with red eyes, and their fur, which exploded like steel needles, was dyed a dazzling red under the bloody sunset...

The last ray of light of the setting sun slowly faded from the sky, and the many red-eyed monsters seemed to have received some signal, and spread out, avoiding the sight of the crowd, avoiding the patrolling and vigilant knight army, silently and secretly They all gathered in the center of the imperial capital.

In the imperial capital, the same scene played out in countless places, such as dirty sewers, quiet alleys, cramped dilapidated houses, even densely populated residential areas, luxurious noble houses...

They are like a gust of eerie wind, pervasive, in the bustle of people relaxing their vigilance, through the gradually dimming night, they hide the struggles of the beasts in the cheers of the crowd, and grow the team little by little, until they finally attract people's attention When I was alert and alert, I was shocked to find——

The beast tide broke out unexpectedly!