Nanren sound
No fear
Isn’t it just like this person in front of you?
Memories of hearing timbre overlap with this strange man is as high as 90%.
It seems that no matter what, people who can enter the Pope’s bedroom and be forgiven without regard for her majesty can’t be disposed of rashly by themselves and others.
"That’s enough!"
The outbreak of the Archbishop of Wuyi was not directed at Tang Chuan.
Instead, he suppressed the strength of others. He took a deep look at Tang Chuan and reprimanded everyone. "This is the Pope’s temple, but the Pope has not dared to praise it!"
The Archbishop of Uyghur still has dignity and is a frequent visitor to the Pope’s Palace. Bonneville’s left hand is not a title for no reason.
With his strength, this group of chosen elites directly collapsed and regressed, and then they came to their senses. It seems that they have been angered by this person and have really done a little too much to rob the work, so they all salute Bonneville and confess their sins.
"Asking the Pope to pardon me is really a blasphemy in our eyes and ears."
"We didn’t mean to ask Bonneville for forgiveness."
Bonnie Wihlgaard sat in the papal chair, and Leng Yan was generous, but at the moment there was a hint of anonymity in her eyes.
This kind of meaning was captured by the Archbishop of Wuyi, and the misunderstanding was even deeper.
His expression was dignified, but he was afraid to look Bonneville in the eye, and he was even more reluctant to speculate on the secrets of the Pope.
Bonneville’s lips lightly sighed, "You can go and stay."
Said the Pope rod across pointed to the Tang Chuan.
Everyone bowed again, obeyed orders, excused themselves and cast a "deserved it" look at Tang Chuan.
However, this one doesn’t seem to feel the death will dare to talk nonsense here.
"It’s not up to you whether I stay or not. Please don’t talk to me in this tone."
Everyone was shocked. What can they say? They can write a big face and then give Tang Chuan a look at the dead.
I’m about to blurt out and scold Archbishop Wuyi for choking in his strange eyes.
"We’re excused."
The archbishop of Uyghur, Bonneville, even dared not put a fart in his left hand and excused himself directly with others.
After sneaking out of the door, he didn’t look back or listen to these people’s compliments. He chose to stay away from the Pope’s Palace and didn’t want to say anything. He went home silently and recited the mysterious scriptures.
Bonneville and Tang Chuan are left in the temple.
Those people speculated that Bonneville would make this person regret coming to this world, and the picture did not happen.
On the contrary, Pope Pius didn’t say "long time no see" in the slightest sulk.
Tang Chuan looked at the magnificent Pope’s Hall and said, "It’s not long for me. I notice that you seem to have tried to summon me several times."
Bonneville nodded and said, "You outsiders can give me inspiration except the gods, but the way you came here really surprised me."
Tang Chuan noncommittally said, "This is my freedom because I am strong enough."
Bonneville chuckled, "That’s true, but please don’t do this again. It will damage my image."
Tang Chuan walked step by step towards the highest papal chair, saying, "I have no intention to help you maintain a high image. If there must be a hierarchy, I think we should switch places and overlook you from me."
Bonneville watched Tang Chuan step by step and smiled. "It should be so, but you shouldn’t covet my position. In private, we can swap roles and even sit in this chair if you want."
Tang Chuan bent down slightly and looked at Bonneville, who could not sit still. He found that this woman had a real reputation for fear, nervousness, shyness and anger. He didn’t see the slightest emotion. Perhaps he was used to his attitude of slandering Bonneville from the end.
Tang Chuan got up and got familiar with it and walked to the rear residence. "I’m very tight and I’m not interested in your seat."
Bonneville smiled. She threw her papal staff into a heavy solid staff and rolled it twice, then it seemed that she was trapped by something and suspended the papal chair.
Her figure flickered and flickered, and she left the Pope’s chair and long skirt like a cloud and waterfall, and followed Tang Chuan’s footsteps to the house.
Chapter 32 I have consciousness.
Familiar with the room and familiar with the location
The table is set with your favorite fruit, and the nectar in the hip flask reveals the fragrance. It’s like coming home to come back here.
Tang Chuan grabbed a fruit from the table and chewed it up. She looked at Bonnie Wildau. "It seems that you have been waiting for a long time."
I didn’t say what fruit I like to eat and what wine I like to drink, but when I came here again, everything was ready.
I think I liked to pick up this fruit and chew it. Bonneville observed it on the table and I always had this fruit.
Bonneville’s long skirt swims like life, and it is convenient for her to sit on the back. She holds the bar with her hands and looks at Tangchuan. "Fruit and wine are for guests, but no one will come here except you. Naturally, you prepare it."
Tang Chuan picked up the hip flask and took a sip. "I prefer tea to wine."
Bonneville has long been used to this man pushing his luck and laughing. "Well, I’ll change the tea set and make the best tea."
Tang Chuan was very satisfied. "It seems that you have mastered the secret of dominating the world."
Bonneville, "Is it the secret to make you feel happy? Then I’ll remember."
Tang Chuan: "It is true in theory, but you should feel the pressure these days. Besides making me happy, you should continue to strengthen yourself."
Bonneville caught something and frowned. "So there’s really a competitor on the other side of the yellow mainland?"
Tang Chuan bluntly said, "That’s true."
Bonneville asked, "Is he able to do this because he makes you feel more happy?"
"I think you misunderstood."
Tang Chuan shook his head and said, "That man came into being because your ability should not be enough to compete with foreign languages, so he was born. The world is balanced and controlled by big hands."
I can really tell you that the vast star is doomed to be extinct. The only suspense is how much it will cost here in exchange for the chance to enter the star peacefully, or who will eventually win here.
Your secret competitor didn’t make me happy. He … made me admire. "
Bonneville had an incredible look in his eyes. It was hard for him to imagine someone admiring the mysterious shopkeeper. Such words could come from Tangchuankou himself.
This man or this god, he is never informal and unfathomable, and he never shows his admiration for mortals. His horizon thinking makes him sincerely admire himself and can easily enlighten himself.
However, can the man who suddenly appeared in the dark of the yellow mainland make him admire and appreciate it?
This is not good news. There is nothing in this world that makes people feel more wronged than their doomed competitors being strong and lonely.