The atmosphere of this discussion meeting was quite strange. No one spoke to the elders below. The Holy Light Prisoner sat on the top as he fell asleep. There were three or two hesitant people who stood up and sat back, which made Wang Xiaofeng confused.

When the flowers faded, the flowers bloomed and fell, a comrade finally saw the Holy Light Prisoner get up to end this slightly confusing meeting. He glanced at the location of Wang Xiaofeng, and for some reason he smiled a little on the corner of his mouth.

"Princess Dai Liannu holds the Blood Moon Key in her hand, and she must not find the Hanmo Method." The Holy Light Prisoner looked around the field, and then settled on a certain comrade's face. "Sui Feng, please come below the * platform."

"Me?" Wang Xiaofeng pointed to the tip of his nose, and saw the old man nodding, then he walked to the old man with countless gazes with a little regret.

A comrade suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if he was falling into an ice cellar. The old guys around him seemed to know something, but no one told him to pay attention to. However, the Holy Light Judgmenter named him, and Wang Xiaofeng had to stand up and listen. After all, he had just made some mistakes - using the Light Legion for himself to seek personal gain is considered a mistake. He was uneasy here, and he had already made up the idea of ​​being punished by the ruling.

"The previous few *** who cleared the undead in the ancient tomb of the undead will be rewarded for merit, but this time, I have to give you a difficult task."

Wang Xiaofeng blinked, a difficult task? Our ability is limited. If we are not in danger of life and there will be no punishment for the failure of the task, we will accept it reluctantly.

Nodded, the system defaults to accepting tasks. After Wang Xiaofeng finished reading the failure punishment for the task introduction, he was unable to complain. Fortunately, the more general reputation of Guangming has decreased, and it is useless to have a reputation. Just don’t cancel the clergy.

"Come to me, I will tell you the story about her."

"Yes." Wang Xiaofeng responded and followed the old guy obediently. The story should be the story of Princess Dai Liannu, which seemed to be related to a door and a key on the door.

"Three hundred years ago, the Holy See did something wrong. That thing made us only confess and not make any excuses." The sigh of the ruling of the Holy Light echoed in the empty hall...

In the villa, the group was busy holding a swimming pool barbecue. Even if they didn't leave, they could enjoy the treatment of a picnic. Five beauties of all kinds walked around, two big men and a thin little thief were pulling onions in the dry land in the swimming pool, grinding the mystery of dog padding.

Of course, a comrade couldn't forget today's big meal. He just sat on the sofa and rubbed his back and body with a sore back after getting off the game, but also sighed. "The bloody plot always makes people feel in their hearts. The Holy See of Light is a real bastard."

No, wouldn’t I scold myself too? I chuckled, stretched my waist and stood up. Looking at the room where the hostess had a little fragrance from her daughter, she turned her head and saw the three big men playing with water outside, and she suddenly felt a lot of emotion.

"Brother Xiaofeng!" The first person to discover Wang Xiaofeng was always Xiao Su Yao.

A comrade walked over with a smile. His room was close to the swimming pool, but the floor-to-ceiling window was blocked by someone outside with something, so he could only go around the distance.

The three foolish men could only look at a young man who was thrown into his arms with envy, sighing at the preciousness of his father and his loneliness. Apart from the little girl thief, the other four beauties did not dare to have any ideas. Zi Yan's goddess style is too strong and difficult for ordinary people to control. Xuanxuan's temperament is both male and female, which is unpredictable; charming and cold violence is definitely mental abuse, and Xiao Su Yao is too small, which makes people feel guilty.

After thinking about it, the three people who did not open the protagonist's halo could only sigh at the loving lover.

"What's wrong? It depends on your uninterested look." Zi Yan asked, Qiuyue could only rub his eyebrows, and was not embarrassed to greet him softly under the attention of so many people.

"It's okay, I'm injured when I'm doing the task." Wang Xiaofeng suddenly hugged Qiuyue in his arms, "Wife, in front of so many good comrades, solemnly ask...Don't let me sleep on the sofa?"

The girls sneered repeatedly, and the three men couldn't help laughing, and Qiu Yue's face turned slightly red and shrank into his arms, and nodded quickly to agree.

"There is a story that is so sad. Do you want to listen to it?"

"No!" Xuanxuan glared at him, "I finally got together today, and I'll play with you so much, and pretend to be sad."

Then, a group of people gathered together, waiting for a comrade to tell the slightly sad story Wanwan. However, without the tone of the old guy who judged the Holy Light, he always felt that this story was missing something. It seemed to be the accumulation of time, and it seemed that it was the throat that had not experienced vicissitudes, so it was difficult to control this complex emotion.

"... The Saint Dailiannu pulled out the golden sword inserted into the lover's chest and watched him fall into the endless abyss. She did not cry or be sad. She just smiled gently, waving the wings behind her back and turned to the City of Holy Light. She said, since the Holy Light has taken back your life, you must sleep quietly in the dark."

Wang Xiaofeng paused and saw that three of the five girls had cried, and only Xuanxuan and Cairen were still not in the state. A comrade sighed, but the second half was really unable to speak.

"What's the last?" Xuanxuan asked with interest, Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and signaled that it was gone.

"Tsk, I thought there was something big, it was just a bloody love drama in which a silk knight fell in love with a saint and princess, but was ruined by a sword by a tall, rich and handsome man."

A comrade's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines, and a love story with tears in Xuanxuan's mouth was so concise. It was indeed a master of a generation, and this woman should not be underestimated.

"It's considered bloody. If this story ends here, I'll probably think about it like you." Wang Xiaofeng still told the second half of the story. After all, the story is not overdrawn, which is really a character-like overdraw.

The overview of the story is that a princess and a knight fell in love, but the princess was chosen as the saint of the Holy See, which makes people regret it. The knight kept pursuing, but was killed by the pope in anger and pushed into the abyss by his lover. Later, the knight was resurrected in the abyss and turned into a demon body; the saint was baptized in the holy light and became an angel body. The two did not forget each other, but in the end they had to choose to fight to the death.

In order to purify the demon and save the soul of her lover, the saint absorbed the demonic power into herself and voluntarily fell into a devil. But the knight could never wake up because he could forge the demonic body, which was the conspiracy of the last pope, and the saint's actions were also forced by the Holy See.

When the truth was revealed, the saint had fallen into a real witch, but the knight had become a powerful man under the goddess.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head. The most tragic part of the whole story is that the knight gave up his loyalty to love for the sake of so-called glory. Princess Dai Liannu set a blood curse on Mingyue in anger. The final conclusion of this incident was that the saints at that time traced all the things, punished the pope, and took back the knight's power given by the goddess.

But Princess Dailiannu, who had fallen in hatred and anger, could only turn into an immortal elves, wandering around the borders of light and darkness, looking for the corpses of lovers.

The Knight's Tomb was buried after the Hanmo method. If Princess Dailiannu was allowed to obtain the corpse, it would touch the curse from three hundred years ago and turn the Knight's soul into a real puppet, allowing him to feel the princess' anger and the resentment of the saint.

Princess Dailiannu went to the end step by step, all thanks to the Holy See, threatened the king and coerced the family. Everything was just because the Pope was watching Dailiannu's beauty. Out of guilt, the Holy See never cleared Princess Dailiannu, and after the Pope took office, it promulgated the Regulations that clergy should not be contaminated with women.

"The old witch who has lived for hundreds of years is very difficult."

Hu Biao laughed strangely, which made Wang Xiaofeng's face suddenly full of resentment. As a brother, Hu Wei also said sarcastically: "This mission is mainly to resolve the princess' resentment. Master, can you do this? That's a witch, otherwise let your disciple try it first?"

"You can consider it." Wang Xiaofeng nodded solemnly, "This task is not limited to the number of people. As long as you want to do it, I can share it with you."

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Chapter completed!