Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

Feng Yun thought to himself, if it weren't for the good sound insulation of the temple, the prince could have been dragged out and hanged a hundred times for his outrageous remarks.

"So having said so much, do you have the strength?" Feng Yun asked the most critical question, "Without strength, it's useless to say more."

Chris didn't answer directly, but instead asked Feng Yun a question, "What about you? What do you think of my thoughts?"

"Ha, I'm going to be pope soon. In fact, whether it's a rebellion or something, it won't affect the temple that has always been in a neutral position."

Feng Yun said: "If I join you, it means that theocracy will intervene in the royal power. This is a very sensitive topic."

"Are you someone who minds this question?" Chris asked again.

"I am more casual, but if it involves the temple, I will consider it carefully."

"Okay, then I will give you time to think about it, and I will visit again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, it seems that the prince is very urgent."

"In fact, if it wasn't inconvenient to go in and out once, I should have come again tonight." Chris put on his hat and left the temple.

Feng Yun leaned against the door frame, keeping his gaze on the back of Chris leaving.

The figure of the God of Light gradually appeared beside him, and he said, "I thought you would agree to him directly."

"It's not good to agree to such a thing too directly." Feng Yun withdrew his gaze, "I want to discuss this matter with His Majesty the Pope."

"Well, the Pope has always been a wise child." The God of Light smiled faintly.

Feng Yun was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "My child, the Pope is already over 100 years old."

"But in the eyes of God, he's still a child."

"In your eyes, I can't be a child."

Feng Yun's tone was indifferent, as if he was just asking a casual question, but his dark brown eyes looked at the God of Light without blinking, obviously caring about the answer to this question.

The God of Light tilted his head, and his black hair slid down from the smooth cloth on his shoulders. He looked at Feng Yun for a long time, and then said: "It should...it shouldn't be."

"What should you mean?" Feng Yun laughed helplessly, stepped forward and brought the god back to the room, and closed the door from behind with his free hand.

Accompanied by the crisp clicking sound, the God of Light blinked, helplessly finding that the two people's current posture was a little too close and close.

His hands rested on Feng Yun's shoulders, and his elbows were bent on his chest. The powerful perception of the gods allowed him to clearly feel the clear and powerful beating of Feng Yun's heart.

"Don't treat me like a child, huh?" Feng Yun leaned against the ear of the god, and the hot air as he spoke fell on the ears that were faintly exposed in the black hair, and a few strands of hair trembled.

"You are very young." After the god finished speaking, he felt the hands around his waist tightened again, and he continued: "But I don't think you are still a child."

"Hmph." Feng Yun hummed happily, "You should be happy, I'm easy to coax now, when I grow up, I won't be satisfied with just words."

"Hmm..." Shenming's light brown eyes widened slightly.

"I'm going to see the Pope." Feng Yun let go of his hand, paused when he opened the door and was about to go out, raised his right hand very seriously and said, "It feels really good, be good."

The god didn't reply, and didn't even follow him as usual.

He bit his lip, but his ass still had the feeling of being slapped twice.

I knew that I shouldn't keep the touch of the human incarnation, this feeling... a bit too bad.

Feng Yun came to the sacred room where the pope often stayed. Five rows of wooden tables and chairs were neatly arranged on both sides, illuminated by the holy light in the sky. .

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the Pope opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yun, "You are here, my child."

"Your Majesty, I have come here to discuss something with you."

"Oh, okay, let me listen to you, kid, and I'll help you as much as I can."

"Thank you." Feng Yun considered his words, and told the whole story about Prince Chris coming to find him.

The pope showed a dazed expression, "Chris, when the royal family retrieved the child, I once prayed for him. He should be... 15 years old at that time, and that is an age where his mind has fully matured."

"Through his eyes, I felt that this child would not be too peaceful... Ahem, alas, he is an ambitious child, and he is very aware of the sufferings of civilians..."

The pope said something intermittently.

Feng Yun listened quietly, thinking about the possibility of this change in his heart.

It wasn't until the end that the pope expressed his conclusion, "After the temple announces to join him, if he succeeds in the uprising, then of course it is very good, but if it fails, the Temple of Light will definitely suffer an unprecedented blow."

"That's right." Feng Yun nodded, "He's very smart, and he didn't reveal to me the power he has now."

"Well, this is a very smart approach, but it may also mean that he does have considerable power in his hands, and there is a high probability of victory even without the power of the temple."

The Pope closed his eyes, and then he heard Feng Yun continue to say: "The prince looks very urgent, maybe we can take a risk and make some attempts."

"Do you have any plans?" The Pope opened his eyes.

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Walking out of the shrine, Feng Yun rubbed his brow with a little tiredness.

A burst of healing and holy light enveloped his whole body, making his body and mind relaxed.

The black-haired Priest Yumo stood quietly in the corridor not far away, his light brown eyes stared at this place calmly and indifferently.

Feng Yun smiled and walked over quickly, "I thought you would be angry."

"I won't be angry with you, as I said." The god pursed his lips, and added: "But I will also be unhappy."

"Then I apologize to you, I'm sorry, can I definitely ask for your opinion in the future?"

The god thought about it and felt that the proposal was feasible, so he nodded and agreed.

"Then I want to kiss you now, just touch, okay?" Feng Yun raised a finger and asked excitedly.

The god was taken aback for a moment, looked around subconsciously, then shook his head, "No..."

"Oh, forget it then." Feng Yun shrugged, "I won't kiss anymore."

The god was taken aback again, so straightforward?

He recalled the countless kisses before in his mind, the memory of the god is very good, he can recall the ins and outs of all the kisses.

It seems to be logical, as long as Feng Yun approaches and lowers his head, he will habitually raise his head and close his eyes to accept this long or short intimacy...

Now that Feng Yun suddenly asked him one more question before that, the god suddenly sensed something was wrong.

It's as if he... agreed to something that he would regret.

Night gradually replaced the last gleam of the setting sun.

Feng Yun came out of the bathroom in his room, his body was still steaming, his hair was dripping wet, and he only wore a precarious bath towel around his waist and abdomen.

He dried his hair with the power of the holy light, and then looked at the God of Light sitting on the sofa by the window.

The latter was looking at the moon outside in a daze. The priest's robe was very comfortable, but it also covered many places tightly and broadly.

When Feng Yun walked over, the God of Light also turned back, his expression slightly changed, "Why do you..."

"Without clothes?" Feng Yun added with a smile: "I want you to see it, so there's no need to ask."

The God of Light didn't know what to say, his eyes swept over the clear and obvious abdominal muscles, and finally fell on Feng Yun's face, who came close to him while he was sizing up just now.

"I want to kiss you, okay?"

The God of Light hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, but his face was covered with a thin red mist.

Feng Yun lowered his request again, "Then I want to hug you, okay?"

If you give me a hug...the god thought for a while, "If it's just a hug..."

He let out a short exclamation, and found that Feng Yun's understanding of the hug was not exactly the same as his understanding.

Feng Yun directly picked him up from the sofa, and put his strong arms under his hips.

The god's hands rested on Feng Yun's shoulders. Although he looked down from a high position, he didn't have the slightest sense of oppression that should come from looking down.

"Is this the hug you understand?"

"It's too much not to kiss!"

The voices of the two people sounded at the same time, and fell silent at the same time.

It was still Feng Yun who broke the silence, he yelled in dissatisfaction, "Excessive, you are always bullying me."

"I bullied you?" Shenming smiled angrily, "What did I bully you for?"

"Seduce me and be irresponsible, I suffer every day, and you don't help me."

"I help you but you bully me!"

"Hmph, sleep." Feng Yun just hugged the god and collapsed on the bed.

Soon, he fell asleep under the quilt with his eyes closed, and his body passed the heat to the other person on the bed.

The god put his hand down and let out a breath slowly.

He didn't need to sleep, so after closing his eyes and resting his mind for a while, Feng Yun's sleep fell into a deeper level, and his breathing was gentle and even.

Only then did the god open his eyes, struggled slowly, and finally kissed Feng Yun's slightly parted lips.

"Yu Mo."

The murmured whispers sounded, and the god was taken aback, but when he looked over, he found that Feng Yun was still soundly asleep and was just talking in his sleep.

"Do you like this name better?" The God of Light smiled slightly, "I like this name too."

The next day, Prince Chris came again, dressed as usual without a prince.

But thinking of the experience he once said, it is normal for him not to care about the dirt.

Feng Yun laughed, and before Chris could speak, he said, "I agree."

Chris froze for a moment, then laughed, "That's really great."

"But I don't represent the church, I only represent me and some people who are willing to leave the church with me."

"Leave the church? What do you mean?"

"I will bring someone I trust to join you, and then the pope will excommunicate me from the church. It would be best if I win, and the church will not be involved if I fail."

Chris was silent for a moment, "I see, the church still wants to remain neutral on the surface, but it will actually support you behind the scenes."

"Yes, that's it."

"I didn't expect that you would tell the Pope about this." Chris shrugged, "So you're still at the age where you tell your parents everything?"

"Haha, whatever you think, I'm just telling people who need to know about this." Feng Yun shrugged, "Actually, you still have the support of the temple, so that's enough."

"Yeah, that's enough."

……

Time passed quickly, and a war between the royal families happened almost without warning.

The prince led the forces hidden in the royal capital to rush into the palace, and then retreated to a surrounding town amid the Jedi counterattacks of many powerful magicians and knights in the palace.

At the same time, there was news from the Temple of Light that some knights and priests had betrayed the temple and joined the rebel army.

The old pope was heartbroken and announced that all those who participated in the rebellion would be expelled from the temple, and all subsequent actions had nothing to do with the temple and the God of Light.

The gate of the temple was closed and no longer accepted all visits from the outside world, even the royal family was turned away.

Feng Yun was wearing silver-white armor, and the blue cloak on his back flapped in the cold wind.

This is a cold winter, and it is also the last winter when civilians suffer from hunger and cold.

"My lord, His Highness Chris is looking for you."

"understood……"

Feng Yun replied, glanced at a certain open space, then turned around and came to Chris' room.

The God of Light sighed, and glanced at the busy soldiers around. Soon a few nobles who were loyal to the prince would lead their troops and surround the royal city again, forming a tight encirclement circle.

Conquering it is only a matter of time.

"A general attack will be launched tomorrow." At night, Feng Yun returned to the room and said to the empty place, "Reinforcements will come soon."

The God of Light sat on the comfortable sofa and nodded, "I expected..."

"Yeah." Feng Yun took off his equipment and stretched his neck wearily, "How is the temple?"

"Fortunately, it's not bad to have the Pope, but he is old after all, and his deterrent effect on some priests is no longer so effective."

"Tomorrow will be over, and soon, I will go and clear those people."

The God of Light was silent for a moment, and then said again: "Originally, today is the day you are crowned Pope, and it is also your coming-of-age ceremony."

"Why, do you want to give me any present?" Feng Yun smiled, "I don't want any presents except you."

"That's it... are you in a hurry?"

"Pfft, I've been looking forward to today since I was 15. But... I have to go to war tomorrow."

Feng Yun walked over, supported the sides of the sofa with both hands, and said helplessly, "I don't want to die in battle because of lack of energy."

The god's hand that was holding the robe slowly loosened, his eyes glanced to one side, no emotion could be seen in his half-covered eyes, but his lips were slightly pursed.

"You, are you sorry?" Feng Yun was a little surprised after seeing the obviously unhappy expression of the god.

He asked excitedly, "Are you sorry?"

"No."

"God cannot lie! Are you regretting?"