The squeamish bag is coaxed by bad men every day in the infinite world

Jack is not afraid of anything, if he had to say someone who is afraid, it must be the Pope.

The Pope's ability is too restrained for Jack, as long as he has enough energy, his vines can grow infinitely.

The most terrible thing is that his vines also have the function of monitoring and patrolling.

These vines seemed to be born from the pope's body, as if they were part of him, and could help him capture every move of the enemy.

The always arrogant and reckless baby's face was full of sorrow, and a big net was spread in his mind and he began to plan his escape route.But the Pope must have laid defenses all around, and they were like turtles in a urn, unable to escape.

The low-pressure atmosphere made Yu He nervous and scared, he nodded slightly, and looked outside through the window.

Under the scorching sun, a man with silver hair and silver eyes stood in front of him. He was tall and had an outstanding temperament. Standing there and doing nothing made people feel terrified.

Their eyes met briefly, and Yu He immediately shrank his head back.

He is horrible.

Under the curving and hard eyelashes, the irises are intertwined with strands of silver threads, and the lines spreading towards the surroundings flicker with a faint blue color. When you look at it, there is no emotion, like a dummy carved from ice and snow.

The Pope didn't give them too much time to think, a timid but extremely beautiful face was fleeting in front of his eyes, consuming all his patience.

There were strange creeping and rubbing sounds all around, followed by the sharp stabbing sound of squeezing metal.

The hippie bus was entwined with dense thorns, as if it had fallen into the mouth of a giant monster and was being devoured one by one.

Still no one got out of the bus.

act recklessly.

The Pope twitched his lips indifferently. If these people wanted to die, he would satisfy them.

His cold gaze was suddenly attracted by a stray cat in the corner. Its fur was soft and gorgeous, and its temperament was natural, not like a stray cat, but more like a leopard.

The leopard-like stray cat was dragging a bag, its vigorous body quickly jumped up the tree, and it was about to cross the iron net and disappear from public view.

Snow didn't expect things to go so smoothly, the Pope just glanced at him indifferently, then looked back at the bus in front of him that was about to be crushed to pieces.

The agile leopard stared at the iron net in front of it, and was about to cross it in one fell swoop. When its body was about to step over the iron net, a swift and decisive vine came through the wind.

The soft plant was sharper than the blade, and it cut off the leopard's beard.

The second vine stabbed at it with a more ferocious momentum. Snow hurriedly stopped on the iron net, turned around and tried to escape, when the sound of the cloth being cut and broken was heard.

Snow turned around abruptly, the backpack fell with the gravity, and the whole body of Yu He inside also emerged.

His expression was terrified, his face was pale, his eyes as black as lacquer were moist, reflecting a fragile light in the sunlight.

No matter how fast Snow is, he can't catch Yu He in advance at this distance and height.

Just when he thought that Yu He was about to fall into a pulp, a relatively thin green vine wrapped around Yu He firmly.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Yu He grasped the vine tightly with both hands, closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelashes trembled violently, obviously frightened.

He is moved slowly, and finally freezes a little.There was no sharp wind in her ears, nor the weightlessness of falling, Yu He tentatively opened a slit of her eyes, and what caught her eyes was a large area of ​​silver and white.

Watching at a close distance weakened the sense of oppression, and Yu He couldn't help being a little lost in thought.

He had never seen eyes like this before. The irises had fine textures of ice and snow. When they looked at him, it was as if they had fallen into a fairy tale world of ice and snow.

Seeing that he was not afraid, but looked at him boldly, the Pope withdrew his gaze, showing Yu He only his Adam's apple and part of his chin.

The Pope's voice was extremely cold: "Return to the Holy See."

The Holy See is located in the center of the town, with a unique geographical location and abundant resources.

The top adopts a cross vault design, which makes the building structure extremely grand.

The sunlight through the window grilles illuminates the front, and the semi-circular arch off the ground is a magnificent altar. The murals in front are solemn and solemn, with a strong spiritual symbolism.

Someone had been waiting there for a long time. He was wearing a black uniform, with a cross necklace hanging around his neck, and walking with a Bible in his hand.

"Found the doll?"

"Ah."

The priest was used to the Pope's indifference, and smiled warmly as he adjusted his glasses with chains: "Take it out and have a look."

The Pope took out the little doll from the backpack, because it was not ventilated, his face was rosy, and his lips were even more strangely colorful.

The appearance of fluttering eyelashes and not daring to look at people is very timid, but also has a strange innocence.

"Have you been raised so much?" The priest frowned slightly, as if he felt a little troublesome.

But he added: "It doesn't matter, as long as he is baptized to cleanse him of [sin], then he is still a holy existence."

The Pope didn't say anything, he just planned to hand over the doll to the priest. He had never been in charge of these trivial matters, but he couldn't stand the ineffectiveness of this group of subordinates, so he took action himself.

However, the little doll in the backpack was extremely sensitive, as if sensing that he was about to be sent away, he hurriedly grabbed his wrist, turned his head, and looked at him aggrieved.

... What is this for?

Ask him for help?Still think he'll help?

how is this possible.

He was the one who captured the doll, so how could he help the doll.

"He seems to like you very much." The priest narrowed his eyes, and his tone was somewhat unclear.

Yu He always felt that these words were aimed at him, and the person he grabbed did not respond to him, thinking that he was hated, and lowered his eyelashes dejectedly.

The corners of the mouth on both sides are depressed, but the lips appear to be fuller, and the eyebrows and eyes are slowly drooping, low and sad, like an abandoned pet cat on the street.

Fragile and timid, without the ability to survive, but very beautiful.

"What are you going to do to him next?" The Pope didn't answer the priest, but asked himself, "Baptism?"

Priest: "Yes." Just as he said that, someone came to report in a hurry outside the door.

The priest's expression became a little unpredictable. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Yu He, then withdrew his eyes again: "Originally, I wanted to baptize in public in front of the saints, so as to warn them to keep their original intentions and never be tempted by crooked ways. But now I meet A little trouble, I have to deal with it."

"Oh?" The Pope replied not distracted, even perfunctory.

Obviously, he has no interest in what the priest said, nor does he appear to be interested.

"So, Your Excellency, come here."

The Pope and Yu He raised their faces at the same time, in surprise.

Yu He couldn't help but look at the Pope again. The Pope's eyes were cold when he looked down at people, so cold that he lowered his head again.

very scary……

Not as good as the one just now.

But no one cared about Yu He's thoughts, let alone put them in a row for him to choose.

The heavy ancient door was opened, and a group of pious saints came one after another, immediately surrounding the altar.

They looked expectantly at the Pope, or more precisely, the little doll in the Pope's hands.

Yu He was shy and timid, seeing so many people all at once, her face turned pale with fright.The little hand that had just moved away just grabbed the pope's wrist, wishing to stick his whole body on it.

"pope?"

"We can actually see the Pope with our own eyes? God be kind."

In the eyes of all the saints, the Pope is no different from God. On weekdays, the Pope rarely appears in the public eye. He is noble, holy, and pure, and he is an idol shaped by the Holy See.

"Everyone, I can understand your excitement. Even I rarely see the Pope on weekdays. But the Pope cares about you and wants to save you from the fire and help you awaken your abilities."

The priest squeezed the cross in front of him tightly, "So, today's public baptism will be performed by him."

carnival.

The crowd under the high platform looked crazy, their eyes glowed with a sickly red light, they cheered and jumped for joy, their distorted faces were not like saints, but more like evil spirits climbing up from hell.

The loud cheers made Yu He purse his mouth, and couldn't help but put his face on the Pope's chest. He had already been taken out of the backpack and hugged the Pope's arms.

The Pope just looked down at him, and never gave his gaze to the crowd below. He moved slightly and moved towards the altar in front of him without squinting.

The cheers became more intense, and some people even fainted on the spot because they were too excited.

Yu He was slowly placed on the side of the altar. The priest looked down contentedly, winked at the Pope, and left on the spot.

The Pope narrowed his eyes and looked at the little doll with trembling calves beside the altar. The calm lake of his heart seemed to be thrown into a feather, and rippled faintly.

"Will it hurt?" The little doll was obviously terrified, but still looked up with a pale face and asked.

Pope: "Maybe." It hurts.

The water in the altar is specially used for purification, to help those with dirty souls to be baptized. The process of Nirvana rebirth is extremely painful, just like smashing the bones and reshaping them.

There were even fatalities.

This is the case with water taken from the altar, let alone baptism in the altar.

Yu He nodded, probably understood, it shouldn't be very painful.

But he is also a little scared, this kind of fear is the fear of facing the unknown.

"Should I undress?"

"Ah."

So cool.

Junxiu's brows were frowned because of the overly perfunctory answer, he raised his eyelashes, then lowered cowardly, and hooked the Pope's finger with little effort: "Don't be so indifferent to me."

"I'd be scared..."

What are you afraid of having anything to do with me?

The Pope thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it out, but continued to close his eyes, looking at the little doll quietly.

The long silence made Yu He feel a little embarrassed, and he also realized how rude his request was. They had nothing to do with each other, and they were more born than strangers.

What qualifications does he have to ask the other party to treat him well?

Although he figured this out, his pretty little face still unavoidably languished, and part of the black hair blocked his snow-white cheeks, making him look even more pitiful.

Hearing the sound of running water from the altar, Yu He looked like a prisoner about to go to the guillotine, his eyelashes trembling with fear.

But he was very strange, he was obviously terrified, but he would still be in a daze.After the daze ended, he fell into panic again.

It's kind of cute, weirdly cute.

After the water was released, the pope tested the water temperature for him a little bit. This process was unnecessary, but the pope did it anyway.

The temperature is just right, but it hurts.

Even the Pope, who was accustomed to the piercing pain of the altar, frowned slightly when his fingers first touched the holy water.

The water used for baptism was fortified.

"Is it hot?" A small head poked out slightly and asked curiously.

"Not hot." But it hurts.

But Yu He was still ignorant of what was about to happen, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest with his small hands: "That's good, I'm afraid of pain." If the water temperature is high and scalding, it will naturally hurt.

I can tell.

She looks very pretty, but she is very timid. She only dares to sneak a peek when looking at people. She thinks she is covering it up very well, but in fact her methods are very clumsy.

Some stupid, timid, and some other kind of dull.

But it's cute.

This is the third time the Pope has found him cute.

The first time was not the first time we met, but I caught him in the air and saw how he was terrified but still opened his eyes to see people.

At that time, he should have been frightened, maybe by his own eyes, or maybe something else.

But he didn't show disgust or fear, but a kind of curiosity, like a kitten coming to a new environment, although it is afraid, it still can't stop its curiosity.

If he really entered the water, he would definitely cry in pain.

After all, he looks so squeamish, and he doesn't seem like a very patient type.

Thinking this way, the pope continued to release water while the attendants were not paying attention, and the water level in the shallow layer gradually increased, and it would be no problem to add another pope.

Yu He looked down again curiously, the emerald green water was rippling and undulating, and gorgeous and gorgeous patterns were looming in the water waves.

The water looked clear and clean, and he just wanted to take a bath.

At the moment when he was about to enter the water, Yu He asked again: "Is it really painless?"

"It doesn't hurt." The pope gave him the answer he wanted.

But at this time, a whisper came up: "I heard that this doll has grown very big, drank a lot of blood, and [sin] is serious. So the Pope used the highest concentration of holy water, and after he was baptized, he probably had to lose it." Layers of skin!"

"The highest concentration? God, I can only buy the lowest concentration, and it hurts so much that I can't sleep half the night!"

"He won't die of pain inside, will he?"

Yu He raised her small face as if in stress, her beautiful eyes gradually misted up, full of accusations, inconceivable, and slight grievances after being cheated.

"...It really doesn't hurt." That's all the Pope could say.

With attendants staring at him, it was impossible for him to tell Yu He that he had diluted the holy water to almost nothing.

The pain will definitely hurt, about the same as the pain of being bitten by a mosquito.

But Yu He didn't want to believe him anymore, and the Pope no longer had credibility in Yu He's heart.

fraud.

The lowest concentration of holy water can make people sleepless for half a night, but he was given the highest concentration of holy water and lied to him that it didn't hurt.

The more Yu He thought about it, the moister his eyes became. Afraid of pain, he couldn't hold back his tears. He rubbed his face carelessly with his small hands, making the corners of his eyes dizzy and red.

And Liar Jing was still hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to explain, but he wouldn't listen to it, and he wouldn't believe it anymore.

Grabbing the corner of the short skirt with her slender fingers, she walked to the altar in small steps, sticking out a little foot cautiously and hesitantly.

The toes were dangling in the air, and the snow-delicate little feet were almost transparently white against the sparkling water.

The little foot dangled in the air for a long time, and finally retracted quickly. Before the Pope could react, his thigh was hugged hard.

He lowered his head, and raised his tear-filled little face because of his grievance: "It hurts!"

pope:"……"

But you obviously didn't even touch the water.