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Chapter 890 His future has a shadow of the Lord!(2/2)

Xiao Chen secretly speculated, and his expression finally softened a little.

"Pope, your Guangming Holy See family has a great cause. There should be the origin of the elves in the treasure house, right?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.

When the Pope heard this, his expression immediately changed!

He suppressed his anger and said: "Sorry, there really isn't this! But the Dark Parliament...maybe!"

Xiao Chen was still smiling, but his tone was very domineering: "I don't believe it! Unless you swear by the light, otherwise...you must call me out!"

"I!....."

When the Pope heard this, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he almost spat out a French sentence.

Finally, he reluctantly swore an oath in light, which dispelled Xiao Chen's suspicion.

The Pope looked cold and hummed: "Your Excellency, can you leave now?"

"Can't!"

What surprised the Pope was that Xiao Chen actually answered like this, then looked to the west and said: "The Holy See of Light is worthy of being an ancient power that has been passed down for thousands of years. It's not simple! I sensed a very special aura. His future

When you grow up, you might threaten me?"

"You! What do you want to do?" The pope immediately changed his expression and shouted sternly!

Xiao Chen flicked his fingers and said calmly: "Pope, I'll give you two choices! First, hand over my fifth senior sister's mother, Catherine! Second, let me kill that Western threat! As long as you do

After finishing one of these things, I will leave!"

"hateful!!!"

The Pope seemed to have eaten a piece of mouse droppings, his face was extremely ugly!

Did this damn Xiao Wudi really bully him enough?

Finally, the Pope said with great frustration: "I...I choose the first option!"

"very good!"

Xiao Chen snapped his fingers and was very satisfied.

Afterwards, the Pope sent a paladin under his command to carry out the matter, and Xiao Chen left with him with satisfaction.

The Pope calmed down for a long time before heading to the west and saw a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

The Pope saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty the Holy Envoy!"

The boy walked barefoot, his skin was as white as milk, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean.

He nodded in admiration and said: "Pope, you have done a good job! We still need to accumulate faith, and it is not appropriate to start a war with Xiao Wudi! Let him go and fight the Dark Parliament. For us, this is a good thing!"

"Lord Holy Envoy, you praise me!"

The Pope took a deep breath and then asked tentatively: "Then Xiao Wudi, has he really sensed you?"

Hearing this, the boy said with faint eyes: "Yes, he has sensed my existence! Remember, before the glory of the Lord comes again, the Holy See of Light must not easily provoke him! His future will make the gods fall,

The demon howls...there is a hint of the Lord!"

"What?"
Chapter completed!
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