Half a day later.

Everyone in Baihua Sect was eating lunch around the table.

"Master, senior brother, third senior brother, he seems to have not practiced anymore." Xiuxiu ran in, gasping for breath, and said excitedly.

Whenever she has time these days, she will run to the Orchid Palace, accompany Gu Qingshan to practice her skills, and cheer on her side.

"Not practicing anymore? Then what is he doing?" asked Bai Ge.

"He went to take a shower and change his clothes."

Xiuxiu frowned and said with disgust on her face: "A few days ago, he was covered in sweat and smelly body. I asked him to take a shower and change clothes. He was like a devilish person. He didn't hear me. Today he went to take a shower by himself."

The white goose thought for a while and smiled, "It seems that there is something to gain."

Gu Qingshan soaked in the hot spring, looking at the explanation of the victory interface, and felt a heavy sense of harvest in his heart.

"Runwu (Intermediate): Growth skill, shoots 10 arrows in a short time, and attacks the opponent with an unexpected arc-shaped arrow."

"Shrinking the ground into an inch (intermediate): magical skills, specify positions at will, or by capturing the enemy's breath, breaking through space restrictions through special body techniques, and appearing directly in the corresponding position."

“Putting distance: 30 meters.”

30 meters can be used for actual combat.

At this time, a fire light flew over.

Gu Qingshan received the fire talisman, and when the spiritual power was urging, Xiuxiu's whispers suddenly came from inside.

"Senior brother, Master seems to be choosing the foundation-building stage technique for you."

Gu Qingshan smiled and put away the fire talisman.

He opened the God of War operation interface and looked at the time hourglass again.

Above the hourglass, there were only seven grains of sand.

You can go back soon.

Gu Qingshan stared at the hourglass and quietly watched the sand, slowly falling down like a slow motion.

Time is up.

A light curtain flashed by, and he disappeared from the world of practice.

The Empire of St. Olanca.

Royal Palace.

"Is there still no news?"

"Why is there still no news? You are all just eating a meal? I'm going to chop your head!"

The king of the empire, the old man with gray hair, sat on the throne and asked with a cold face.

The officers below were trembling and all knelt on the ground: "The princess said she would come back soon, but we have not found her fire on the border."

"Hmph, useless things, I'll give orders now, kill—"

The old man suddenly noticed that the woman with holy brilliance was gesturing at him.

The old man understood the gesture.

He waved his hand in disappointment and angrily said, "Get out of here! Don't let me see a waste like you again!"

Several officers were sweating all over and rolled away.

After they left, the old man took a few breaths of intense breaths before his expression gradually calmed down.

"Dear Pope, how is the matter that I ask your tutor to handle now?" The old man's tone suddenly became gentle.

"It's underway. Please don't worry, your Majesty, it's done soon."

The woman wearing a pure white robe and radiating a hint of glory all over her body replied.

A woman is about fifties, with a graceful demeanor, with a circle of bright halo hanging above her head. When she suddenly looks, she almost thinks that the Virgin Mary is coming to the world.

With such a demeanor and such a mighty attitude, if she appeared outside the palace, I wonder how many ordinary people would kneel on the ground and worship him.

Unfortunately, she was wearing a layer of veil and no one could see her true appearance.

"Everyone get out, I'll talk to the pope." The old man ordered.

Everyone retreated.

In the hall, there was a dead silence.

"Come on." said the old man on the throne.

The Pope did not speak.

"Come on, please."

The old man's tone was a little pleading.

The holy pope sighed, lifted up his robe, and walked towards the throne step by step.

Her feet were limp, so she walked very slowly, but the old man was obviously happy.

The Pope stepped onto the throne step by step and stood by the old man.

She stroked the old man's head and whispered: "Don't worry, although there are still some people who will never repent, their end is today."

The old man cried out and said, "You know I don't want this."

The Pope paused, his tone became softer: "Soon, bear it, it will be fine soon."

"I can't stand it, I won't do it! I want-"

The old man's voice suddenly broke.

His head slowly drooped, and his whole body collapsed on the throne, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

But a pair of hands appeared on the old man's chest.

A pair of hands covered with sharp nails stretched out from the old man's body.

The hands were stretched to both sides, and the old man's chest also opened.

There was no organ in the old man's chest, but there was a short man hidden.

This is a villain with wrinkles all over his body, only sparse hair on his head and wrinkles on his face.

However, the sound of his speech was full of sharp voices.

The short man cried loudly, "Mother, I don't want to stay here, it's so lonely here."

"Good baby," the pope hugged him in his arms and whispered: "Give your mother two more days to take this country into your pocket, and you can stop acting."

The villain grabbed the pope and roared wildly: "Why don't you understand my words? I want Anna, I want Anna, I want her to be my bride!"

"Anna is yours, no one can take it away, my dear son." The Pope persuaded.

She suddenly unveiled her veil, revealing a skinless face and an empty eye socket with only black holes left.

She was hit by her son's face and said, "You can get Anna if you listen to your mother."

"That's the thorn rose of the empire. If you don't work hard, how can you pick it into your hands?"

The villain sobbed and said, "Really?"

"Really," the Pope held the little man and quickly persuaded: "As long as you work hard and hold on for another two days, I will get Anna back and marry you."

"Okay, then I will work hard, I will work hard, I want Anna." The villain said, crawling back into the old man's body and closing his chest from inside.

The old man raised his head again, and in an old tone, he spoke crazy and enthusiastic words: "I want Anna, I want her, she is my bride."

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from outside the hall.

"Who!" the old man shouted angrily.

While he spoke, the Pope had stood beneath the steps, and the veil on his face had already covered his face again.

Looking at her elegant and noble demeanor, it seems that she has never left her place.

Outside the hall, a panic report came.

"Your Majesty, Princess Anna sent a message asking for a direct conversation with you."

"Anna!"

The old man screamed happily, pressed his hands on the throne, and made a gesture to stand up.

He looked at the Pope, and despite being separated by a layer of veil, he could still feel the Pope's dissatisfaction.

The old man shrank, coughed lightly, and said, "Just call, you can start."

After a while, the secret communication equipment was set up and connected.

The light curtain lit up.

The communicator crossed layers of protection and came the scene opposite from the distant Free Federation.

The old man and the pope looked at the light curtain together, and the expressions of both of them changed a little.

"Who are you?"

The old man's tone was mixed with anger, murderous intent, and jealousy.

On the light curtain, Anna and Von Hodder stood in the distance, and the crazy crowds that flocked toward could not get close to them under their attack.

A man who was much more handsome than himself was facing the light curtain.
Chapter completed!