Chapter 960

"I, we are all right..."

when Xiao Qingdi looked at Xu Yanping and Li Xin'er, both of them blushed, and lowered their heads to see Xiao Qingdi.

When they didn't see Xiao Qingdi, they always wanted to get close to him and have a look at him. When they really saw Xiao Qingdi, they were shy and did not dare to look up at him.

Li Tiancheng on one side has no choice but to cover his face. His sister is really disgraced and lost home.

"It's OK."

Xiao Qingdi's voice is as gentle as jade. When he smiles, he leaves with Xiao Wu.

When he went far away, Xu Yanping and Li Xin'er raised their heads and looked at the back of him and Xiao Wu with a look of loss. "It's a pity, if it's not too many people, I'm sure I'll talk to him well."

Li Xin'er shook her head regretfully, but forgot that she just did not dare to raise her head.

"Don't make any more trouble, go back quickly, you girl, what are you playing alone in the East China Sea?" Li Tiancheng sighed helplessly, "moreover, the Lord is often not in the East China Sea, even if you keep it, it's useless."

"I just like Donghai. I want to be here."

Li Xin'er raised his head with a stubborn look on his small face.

"Well, be careful."

Li Tiancheng had no choice but to rub Li Xin'er's small head.

In my heart, how can I not understand that my little sister worships Wang Ye, but I also know that it is absolutely impossible to have something with Wang Ye. It's just my little daughter's mind.

After a long time in the future, when you really meet the person you like, everything will change.

Xiao Qi is to collect all the ashes on the ground, let people pack them, and send them to the headquarters of Guangming power by special plane.

A day later, over the small country where the forces of light were located, a warplane roared past, and then a package was dropped.

"Look, did someone give us treasures?"

"God, it's not a bomb."

"..."

the soldiers who were training with the original weapons turned pale, and they used to find a place to hide.

"All stand well. As a knight of the power of light, you should have the spirit of fearlessness. It's just a package. What's to be afraid of." It was a paladin of the Church of light who was responsible for teaching this.

At the same time, he rose from the air and held the package in one hand.

At the same time, the light in his hands was blooming, and he was afraid it was explosives.

However, fortunately, the tentacles are a little cold, like a porcelain jar.

It's not dynamite.

He fell to the ground and removed the outer package from the package, revealing a clay pot with a seal on it. The Oriental characters were written in very beautiful lines.

"Who knows how to read Oriental characters, come and have a look."

He called to his men.

"I understand."

Someone went up to take a closer look, his face suddenly changed, and he was afraid to open his mouth.

"Write what?"

The paladin stares at the guy.

"This..."

the guy's face changed slightly, but he didn't dare to hide it. He whispered, "I'll give you my head in a thousand miles and return to Zhao perfectly."

"What do you mean?"

The paladin was confused.

"I, I guess, there may be ashes in this jar..."

the translator spoke carefully, "and it is very likely that someone from our side went to the East and was sent back..."

"what?"

The paladin's face finally changed. "Archbishop Harold went to the East in person one day ago. Is it him..."

"hissing..."

"something big has happened."

He was holding the jar, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

Soon after, in the luxurious palace of the Illuminati headquarters, the Pope was discussing with a group of senior officials how to deal with the killers all over the world. Suddenly, the paladin burst in and said, "my lord Pope, something happened."

"What's in a hurry? As a paladin, have you forgotten the rules of the church? " The Pope glared at him.

"Yes, yes, but..."

the guy's body trembled and tried to take a few breaths to calm himself down. However, the horror in his eyes did not disappear.

"What are you holding?" There's a great Pope standing up.

"You see..."

the paladin stammered and handed the jar to the archbishop.

Coincidentally, the great Pope happened to have a lot of research on the eastern characters. Under this view, his look became extremely ugly. "It was Harold's ashes that were sent back."

"What?"

The Pope and all the senior leaders of the Church of light were in a daze, "how could it be that Harold, as a great Pope, could not have been killed so easily, even if he was not the opponent of emperor Xiao Qing.""Yes, it's absolutely false."

The others all shook their heads with a smile.

After all, the archdiocese is already the only one in the Church of light whose combat effectiveness is second only to that of the Pope. Most of the people present, except the Pope and one or two of the few who are very powerful, are at the level of the Pope.

If Harold went to the East and was sent back in two days, wouldn't it mean that if they went, it would have the same consequences?

"Let me see."

The Pope suddenly appeared in front of the Pope, a hand on the top of the pot, a holy light burst out.

Boom!

Then, a picture appeared in his mind, which was the explosion of Harold.

"Hiss..."

open your eyes, his face full of pain, "it's Harold, he has been taken away by the gods."

"What!"

"No, Harold's accident happened so soon."

"Is Xiao Qingdi, the Dragon King, really so powerful?"

"..."

everyone was shocked.

"There's a different smell on it." The archbishop, who was holding the jar, felt something and said to the Pope, "Your Majesty, do you want to see if there is the smell of the wand of light?"

"What."

The bright Pope's face changed greatly, and a hand was put on it again. Suddenly, a strange feeling was transmitted to his heart. He understood that this was the light wand, the artifact of the Church of light for countless years.

He had hardly ever used this wand, and was one of the representatives of the status of the Pope of light.

This time, if it had not been for Harold's request, he would not have lent it to the other party.

However, the wand of light has assimilated with Harold into powder...

"no..."

boom!

At this moment, even the old man, the Pope of light, roared with terror. "Xiao Qingdi, the Dragon King, my Guangming church is irreconcilable with you..."

"poop..."

a mouthful of old blood gushed out.

At this moment, the Pope of light really felt trapped in his own cocoon.

The Grail of light did not come back, and even the wand of light was destroyed, and there was no hope at all.

Even, he could foresee that the end of the Grail of light would not be much better than the wand of light.

"Certainly, we can't let him go!"

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