Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

In the Pope's Palace, after Saint Lorne finished making a magic scroll, he raised his head and smiled at Shi Rong: "My dear husband, can you hand me a blank scroll?"

Shi Rong really hated this title. St. Lorne said on the surface that he didn't mind, but at night, he would get even harder to ask for it back, and would insist on calling him husband in his ear...

I have never seen such a shameless person. Shi Rong really doubted that Saint Lorne had no soul-splitting disease at all. He was born to disguise, just like his father!

Really angry, Shi Rong grabbed a blank scroll and threw it at Saint Lorne's face: "Saint Lorne! Can you stop mentioning this matter?"

St. Lorne stretched out his hand and took the scroll easily, smiling lightly and saying: "This is what you said Rong Rong, why don't you like it now?"

He regrets it!

Shi Rong wrinkled her nose, rubbed her waist, and stood up.

He didn't want to stay with Saint Lorne anymore. He just felt that that holy and handsome face was disgusting no matter how he looked at it. "I want to go out for a walk."

Saint Lorne has become more tolerant towards Shi Rong these days. He is no longer as eager as he was at the beginning to let Shi Rong stay by his side and never leave him.

After hearing Shi Rong's words, Saint Lorne smiled.

Knowing that the little succubus couldn't sit still, he pondered for a moment, "After the temple matter is completely dealt with, I will take Rong Rong to travel in the mainland for a while, okay?"

Shi Rong's eyes lit up. There was nothing interesting about the temple. After walking around for a few times, he had long been tired of seeing it. What's more, those bad old men didn't have a good attitude toward him, and the little succubus didn't even bother to anger them.

In the past, the little succubus would not have cared about an ugly man traveling the continent with him, but now, his bottom line has dropped again and again, "Really? Saint Lorne, you can't lie to me."

St. Lorne's blue eyes were filled with tiny waves. He stared at Shi Rong intently, smiled softly, and said with a gentle expression, "Of course it's true."

The little succubus felt a little panicked by that look. She awkwardly avoided his gaze and snorted: "Then why don't you hurry up and deal with the temple affairs?"

Shi Rong's expression and movements caught St. Lorne's eyes. His heart moved, and the smile in his eyes became more genuine: "Okay, now I will deal with the matter as soon as possible."

Shi Rong blushed, turned around and walked out of the hall, feeling a little strange about his own reaction. He thought carefully for a while and thought in confusion: Could it be that Saint Lorne's soul split was transmitted to him?

Woo hoo hoo, when will his father and mother come to save him?

……

Shi Rong walked aimlessly in the temple, feeling extremely bored. Although the temple is large, he has visited it several times and can't find anything interesting at all.

"It's you..." A hoarse and resentful voice brought Shi Rong back from his thoughts. He took a closer look and found that he had walked to a remote corner without knowing when.

The person who spoke turned out to be Elder Lejia, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. It's just that he looks very down and out now. Wearing old clothes, he looks much older than before.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Shi Rong was as fierce and malicious as ever.

ah! Isn't this old dog an elder of the temple? How did it become like this? Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the old dog did not appear on the day of the God's Festival...

Shi Rong snorted and looked him up and down with provocative eyes: "Elder Lejia, you seem to be no different from a tramp now."

"You, you...cough cough cough..."

Elder Lejia glared at Shi Rong fiercely, furious and wanted to rush forward and kill Shi Rong. But his body was extremely weak now, and he could only cover his chest and cough non-stop.

If it weren't for this little bastard and that hypocritical man St. Lorne, how could he be where he is now?

Elder Lejia vomited a mouthful of blood. He stared at Shi Rong and cursed sternly: "You and Saint Lorne will definitely go to hell..."

Why is St. Lorne involved? Shi Rong tilted his head in confusion, not understanding where Elder Lejia's resentment towards Saint Lorne came from.

Besides, this old man is also an elder of the temple. Why hasn't his injury recovered after such a long time? And it seems to have gotten a little worse.

"Did St. Lorne ask you to laugh at me?" Before Shirong could react, Elder Lejia took a breath and said angrily: "I didn't expect that His Majesty the Pope and I actually looked away!"

"I always thought that St. Lorne was a kind and stupid lamb. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a poisonous snake that was good at disguising and cruel..."

"Hey! Old dog, what are you talking about?" Shi Rong interrupted Elder Lejia's musings, somewhat doubting whether this man had been knocked out of his mind.

Even though Shi Rong was often bullied by Saint Lorne, he still couldn't help but refute Elder Lega, "Is Saint Lorne so good at pretending and cruel?"

Even Saint Lorne, who was in a split-soul state, only locked him up, and was always soft-hearted, allowing him to gain the upper hand...

Damn old man, what's going on?

"Haha." Elder Lejia looked at Shi Rong with disdain, "You bitch, you are the adulterer of Saint Lorne's poisonous snake, so you will naturally speak to him."

As he spoke, he spat at Shi Rong, but Shi Rong nimbly dodged it.

Shi Rong sneered, kicked the old man to the ground, and kicked him several times, "I'll give you some face, old man, today I, Master Shi Rong, will teach you how to behave!"

Elder Lega protected his head and cursed angrily: "Bitch, you bitch... If Saint Lorne hadn't destroyed my magic power, you would have died long ago! I hate it, I hate it! Saint Lorne, you Don’t die a good death!”

Saint Lorne destroyed this old man's magic power?

Shi Rong had some doubts in his heart, but his feet still didn't stop. He kicked this damn old man until he lost his memory, stopped swearing, and begged for mercy, before he stopped.

Shi Rong wrinkled his nose, not believing what Elder Lejia said, but looking at his appearance, it didn't seem like he was lying: "Let me ask you, why does Saint Lorne want to destroy your magic power?"

Elder Lejia's clothes were stained, his face was bruised and swollen, and he looked extremely scary. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain, completely ignoring Shi Rong's words.

Shi Rong sneered and raised his foot again. He did not soften his heart because of the pitiful appearance of the old dog. After all, the old dog wanted to hurt him before: "Damn old man, are you going to tell me?"

Elder Lejia was really afraid of Shi Rong. Even though his magic power was destroyed, he was still unwilling to die. This little bastard was so ruthless that he could only tremble: "I said, I said!"