Chapter 800： Oh...嗷呜——

Chapter VIII...喵——(Page 1/1)

The pope looked at Amy, and the clear and wise eyes were full of appreciation and praise, and there was no disappointment because of Amy’s rejection.

"Yes, even if you don't become a goddess, you will become an amazing person and protect your father." The Pope smiled and looked at Amy, paused and continued: "But if you become a pope, you can Protect all good people and give them shelter."

"Good people?" Amy’s face showed a hint of thought. After thinking for a while, she looked up at the Pope: "But, have you sheltered them?"

The smile on the face of the pope gradually converges, and Amy’s gaze gradually deepens.

“The little guy asked when the angle became so smashed.” McGonagall looked at Amy with some surprises. His eyes were full of appreciation, and he could see through the strange cakes that others had thrown away. This ability is undoubtedly very good.

However, McGonagall was somewhat vigilant to see the Pope. Although the Pope, who is known as a good old man, did not show any hostility from beginning to end, no one can guarantee that he will be angry and angry at the question raised by Amy.

Because the current church clearly has no ability to shelter good people, what they need to worry about now is how to hold the last Carlo church.

Luna’s face was also somewhat worried. Although she was a little church, she didn’t listen to the story of the church from her grandfather’s mouth when she was a child. Even if her grandfather saw the pope, he would respect the ceremony. This is a lot of people. Respect for the elderly.

The pope was silent for a while, watching Amy’s voice slightly low: “I used to work hard to shelter them, but until one day I discovered that what I did was more harmful to them, or They have brought more pain, so I chose to be a waiter and not let the church participate too much in the lives of ordinary people."

"If your help makes them more painful, it must be that you have not found the right way, but you can't say that it is wrong for you to help them. You should correct the method, and you should not choose to escape." Amy wrinkled his brow Some pity: "If those kind people pray for your help, but you don't care about them, isn't it cruel to them?"

The pope's eyes gradually lit up, and he stood up unconsciously, looking up slightly at the dome of the golden light, his eyes flashing.

"Father, aren't I saying something wrong?" Amy whispered in front of McGonagall.

McGonagall shook his head and smiled. "No, Amy is very good."

For anyone here, I am afraid I can’t say anything to the pope.

The pope took his gaze back from the dome and looked down at Amy. He asked, "Little girl, what is your name?"

"Amy." Amy is crisp and responsive.

"Amy, no matter if you are willing now, the position of the goddess will always be reserved for you. If one day you are willing to join the church, I will crown you as the emperor." The pope looked up at the hall, his eyes narrowed and smiled. He said: "And I should let the church do the things that should be done."

Amy turned her head and glanced at the pair of pale gold wings behind her, a little bit tangled: "What about the wings? If I refuse, do you need to give it back to you?"

She is super-like to fly, and does not need to spend the slightest magic energy, this feeling is really interesting.

The Pope shook his head slightly and smiled. "This is God's blessing to you. Only God can take it back. You are the chosen person. God will not choose the wrong one."

Amy’s face showed a happy smile. “Wow, then you must thank God for me. I like this pair of wings very much.”

The pope smiled and nodded, then sat back again.

McGonagall and Luna bowed to the Pope's respectfulness, then took Amy and the ugly duckling and turned to walk outside the hall.

The heavy wooden doors slowly closed behind them, and the exquisite wood carvings on the door were as solemn and solemn as the hall.

Amy and McGonagall said, flapping their wings and flying from the arms of McGonagall, passing smartly between the trees, two silver little scorpions gently swaying, rushing upwards, silver bells and laughter Ringing in the church.

Many missionaries came to the window, watching Amy flying in the garden, and the pair of golden wings behind her, with amazement in her eyes.

Some of the older priests’ faces were even more difficult to cover their emotions, and their hands clasped together and prayed softly.

"Meow meow!"

The ugly duckling ran on the ground and tried to catch up with Amy.

"Ugly duckling, do you want to come up and play for a while?"

Amy suddenly hovered in midair and looked down at the ugly duckling.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling was shocked and his foot slipped. He was directly planted into a pile of dead leaves. The entire head was plunged into the leaves, and then he remained motionless.

"Even if it's dead, it doesn't work." The devil's voice rang from its ear, and the ugly duckling tried to drill his head deeper into the leaves, like a head stuffed into the sand but with his **** out. The ostrich is generally, then brushed and Amy pulled out from the heap of leaves.

Amy took the ugly duckling to the front and looked at it seriously. "Although you are an ugly duckling, you have to remember that you will become a white swan in the future. If you are even tall, you are afraid. Do you want to be a white swan running on the ground?"

"喵喵~"

The ugly duckling looked grievous and stared at the big blue eyes, and the tears had already swirled in his eyes, like a scared child.

"Come on, you can." Amy licked a cat's head, a small wing behind it, and his figure instantly rose.

"Hey...hey-"

McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling who was scared to call out the husky, but he was too pitiful to laugh. He couldn’t help but think in his heart: "Does the ugly duckling and Xiaozi have the same blood?"

Let Amy play for a while, and McGonagall sees more and more missionaries paying attention to Amy, then they rushed to Amy and waved: "Millet, come down, we should go."

Amy squinted at the ugly duckling with her eyes closed, and fell into the arms of McGonagall. The bright smile on her face was in stark contrast with the ugly duckling with tears in her eyes.

"Hey...hey~" The ugly duckling opened his eyes and looked at Amy with some grievances. He opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ugly duckling, it's a good performance. I will take you to the sky every day." Amy smiled and licked the head of the ugly duckling.

"Meow--"

The ugly duckling rolled his eyes and stunned in Amy’s arms.

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