[Quick Transmigration] Counterattack through life

"Master Pope, Your Majesty invites you to go over and talk."

When He Yi was cutting off the failed hyacinth flowers in the backyard, a priest in red came in and whispered.

He Yi's movements paused. He Yi hadn't met the Pope since that incident, and the Pope had indeed started to clean up. People around He Yi were more or less wiped out. The Pope, after all, is just an empty shell.

"If you don't want to go, we will help you refuse." The priest in red thought of something, and said with a look of compassion; he was the one who witnessed the death of his companions around him. It's not that the Pope didn't resist. They went to churches everywhere to pray, but there wasn't much else they could do besides pray.

The new emperor's power is very powerful, under the complete iron blood and wrist, their prayers seem so humble, even the new emperor covets their pope, they are simply scum, and they will go to hell one day!

"I'll pack up and go over there." He Yi didn't know what the priest next to him was thinking, but he felt an inexplicable heat on his collarbone, so he had to stretch out his hand to rub it.

He was tired a lot these days, and even He Yi didn't understand why he was running around so much.

"My lord Pope, no matter what, we will be your most solid arm!" Seeing the tiredness flashing across He Yi's face, the priest in red couldn't help lowering his head and said loudly.

He Yi glanced at him, shook his head, walked into the bedroom, changed a piece of clothes, and went to the palace.

This is the second time He Yi has come to the palace since time travel, and the memories of the last time are neither good nor bad.

When it was dark in the palace, He Yi was led to a dining room on the roof. The design here is very unique. Not only can you enjoy the night view outside while eating, but the layout is also very pleasant.

"Pope, you are here." The new emperor was originally looking at the scenery, but he turned around when he heard footsteps, and then looked at He Yi and said softly.

These days, the new emperor has been missing He Yi all the time, but due to many things, he has to temporarily not be able to see He Yi, and even the new emperor feels that He Yi will not be in a good mood when he sees him.

"I asked the attendants around you, you haven't eaten much recently, are you feeling unwell?" The new emperor came over and graciously opened the seat for He Yi, and He Yi naturally sat down.

"It's just that my appetite hasn't been very good recently." Under the candlelight, He Yi's face became even paler.

"My heart hurts." The new emperor stretched out the back of his hand and gently rubbed He Yi's face, then said softly.

He Yi was a little unaccustomed to it, and then opened the distance between the two, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I just care about you." The new emperor seemed helpless, maybe he really had a bad impression on He Yi, but it didn't matter, they would have a long time to ease the relationship between the two. "I don't know what you like, so prepare these according to your taste."

The new emperor sat in his seat, and then looked at He Yi with a smile, even he couldn't tell, if he could, he would even watch He Yi grow old like this.

"Have you seen enough?" He Yi was not used to this kind of gaze.

In fact, He Yi has experienced the gaze of many people, but the gaze of this person in front of him is so intense that it always feels like it is going to burn him.

"I don't want to bring you bad things, but I seem to be repeating things like this all the time. Pope, will you forgive me?" The new emperor looked at He Yi and said with a sincere tone.

"There is nothing to forgive or not to forgive. We have done nothing wrong, but our starting point and identity are opposite from the beginning." He Yi suddenly felt itchy where he was bitten on his collarbone, and there was a tooth mark left there, which could not be removed no matter what , but now the new emperor is in front of him, so it is inconvenient for He Yi to reach out and rub.

"It's fate to play with people." The new emperor said in a low voice.

"Yes." It was the first time that He Yi looked at the new emperor so seriously, "This is the fate of playing with people."

Probably He Yi's eyes were too focused, which was what the new emperor wanted to pursue all the time, tempting him to reach out and caress He Yi's face.

By the time the new emperor came to his senses again, he had already pressed He Yi and kissed at will on the bed, their clothes were messy and their breathing was disordered, and both of them were very clear about what to do in the next moment.

"I like you." The new emperor said to He Yi, and then ruthlessly entered He Yi's body. He tasted it once and couldn't quit it again.

He Yi's face was extraordinarily cold, except for the red cloud on his face, it almost made people think that he was not doing this at all.

When both of them reached climax, He Yi finally shed a tear from the corner of his eye, unable to tell whether it was pain or what.

The new emperor noticed it, then stuck out his tongue and rolled it into his mouth, kissing the corner of He Yi's eyes thinly.

The two tossed and tossed for a long time before they fell asleep, but He Yi woke up early, and he woke up when the sky was slightly bright. He turned his head to look at the sleeping new emperor, and then stretched out his hand to gently caress through the void. His face, and then a trace of spiritual power poured directly into the new emperor's body.

He Yi blinked his eyes after a faint feeling came, and he paused for a long time before he could react, then got up and dressed to go back to the temple.

Now the power of theocracy has been almost wiped out, and in the end he is the only pope left. It is estimated that he will not even be the pope soon.

He Yi hates failure, even though it is his tacit failure, he still has to choose another way.

After returning to the temple, He Yi withdrew all the priests and attendants around him. If what he expected was correct, the new emperor should let these priests spread all over the country to completely disintegrate their power. As the pope who stayed in the city, he would It has completely become a fish on the board and is slaughtered by others.

Want him to live like a puppet?Don't think about it.

He Yi stretched out his hand and rubbed against his collarbone, the tooth marks still existed there, He Yi always felt very uncomfortable, even stretching out his hand to rub it from time to time almost became his habit, this is not a good habit.

When passing by the field of hyacinths in the backyard, He Yi was slightly nostalgic.

Get my love, you will be happy, but before that I'm sorry, please forgive me.

He Yi suddenly felt that he was going crazy. He kept suppressing his temper in this world, because he couldn't get out of the previous things, so he was always depressed, but what did they do wrong!

The result of being suppressed for too long is that He Yi chose a profound way to leave, and he set fire to it.

The fire spread from He Yi's dormitory towards the temple outside. The raging sea of ​​flames seemed to engulf the sky and the earth. He Yi was sitting under the throne. On the seat was a white cross. The pure white cross looked With extra compassion.

"Chichi-chichi--" A green bird flew over from the nearby woods, seemed a little puzzled, tilted its head and kept calling.

The people around also found out that the temple was on fire, and they took water one after another to try to put it out, but they found that the gate inside the temple was closed. Why?Pope wants ***?

"My lord pope is fucking—!!"

"The Pope is fucking—"

The news spread around one after another, and it was only now that the sky was bright, but the surrounding area was still hazy.

When the new emperor received the news, he didn't even get up. He just wanted to reach out to embrace the familiar body in his arms, but found that there was no one on the bed. The new emperor immediately sat up and looked around. Four weeks then smiled helplessly.

Perhaps it will take a long time for him and the Pope to change this state, but the bad news came at this time.

"Your Majesty, the Pope has died in the temple!" The attendant outside the house said loudly, with a particularly urgent tone.

The new emperor hardly cared about getting dressed, he got off the bed, opened the door, pulled up the collar of the attendant outside and asked loudly, "What did you say!"

"Pope, fucked!"

The new emperor left the attendant aside, and directly asked someone to pull a horse to ride on it and ran towards the temple.

The two of them were still tender last night, why did they choose such an extreme way today? !

The new emperor didn't understand, but he vaguely knew that this was the Pope's revenge for him. Revenge for what?Shouldn't he clear theocracy?Or is it revenge for him falling in love with someone he shouldn't have fallen in love with?

"Da da da——" the horse's hooves sounded fast, and a cloud of dust was thrown up as they passed by the street.

By the time the new emperor came to the temple, the flames had been extinguished, and there was a smell of burning. Soldiers had already surrounded him. Seeing the new emperor approaching in disheveled clothes, some soldiers even handed over their coats.

"Where's the pope?" The new emperor asked eagerly.

"The Pope should be inside, but the fire has not been completely extinguished. You should wait a while before you can go in and find someone." Said the soldier next to him.

"Go away." The new emperor pushed the soldier away, put his coat on his body, took the bucket next to him and poured it over his head, and rushed directly into the temple.

The temple has been almost burned, and it looks particularly precarious.

"Pope! Pope!!" The new emperor shouted, the inside was black with charcoal, and there were even small flames flowing in several places.

Soon, the new emperor found a bunch of clothes on the seat, the new emperor eagerly went to pick up the clothes, the back of his hand was scalded several times, but the new emperor didn't care at all, the new emperor remembered that the clothes belonged to the pope last night What about the pope?

The new emperor ran to the Pope's bedroom again. There was no one there. A large number of attendants and soldiers had followed him, but the new emperor seemed to hear nothing. Thinking of something, the new emperor ran towards the backyard.

Many things in the temple were burned, but this piece of hyacinth was not affected. Maybe it was a withered flower that had just been cut off. The emperor went over and opened it.

The hyacinth, which had passed its flowering season, was still in full bloom, and the purple flowers were extraordinarily gorgeous.

The new emperor softly supported the flower, as if he wanted to hold it tightly but was afraid of hurting him.

"You are too cruel, how could you treat me so cruelly!" This was the first time the new emperor had shed tears since he was born. He had never shed a tear, nor had he ever felt despair even in the battlefield where his life was hanging by a thread.

"You don't want to leave me, you never want to leave me!" The new emperor said almost madly, and then stretched out his hand to cover the gorgeous flower.

"I will find you, I will definitely find you, no matter where you are, no matter what time, I will definitely find you..." Xinhuang murmured, and slowly closed his eyes.

【Ding--】