Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

"Let's go back and talk." Ludvia hissed lightly.

Long Ming immediately covered his mouth knowingly, and nodded obediently.

After reaching the small courtyard, Ludvia put down the little dragon.

"Good boy, have you found anything?" The young master came out of the room in his pajamas, Long Ming walked into the room and brought him in by the way.

Gru and Oreo haven't slept yet, even Hillier and the others are in the house.

"I suspect that His Majesty the Pope and Bishop Di Fei are twins." Long Ming stated his conjecture, emphasizing that they are almost exactly the same in stature and height, and Bishop Di Fei is also very familiar with the Pope, and the Pope is also deliberately She was partial to Di Fei, even worried that he would get hurt.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was shocked by Xiaolong's brain hole.

"It's not impossible to think like this." Oreo reacted and thought for a while: "The scar that Ludvia saw in the magic mirror is very likely to be a birthmark."

"Tomorrow we will invite Bishop Di Fei." Long Ming felt that Di Fei must have captured Celia, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"If Xiaolong's conjecture is true, I seem to understand why Bishop Di Fei did this." Czech said slowly.

"Perhaps you don't often observe the division of power within the Holy See. Priest Allen is very popular with His Majesty the Pope recently. I guess he will be the next Pope."

"As twins, one is the pope and the other is the bishop, and he is not even the next pope. Bishop Di Fei must be very resentful."

"As for Alger's death, it must have something to do with Di Fei. Undead worms can't be obtained casually."

"Why did he arrest Celia? Only he knows this question."

Satan lay on the table, blinking his eyes: "What if the bishop refuses to come tomorrow?"

"Does he think our side is a vegetarian? He has to come if he doesn't want to." Long Ming replied very stiffly.

The big dragons looked at each other and guessed what the little dragon wanted to do.

Day two.

After Long Ming got dressed, he brought Papa Bone Dragon and the big dragons to Bishop Di Fei's house.

It was early morning, when it was cold and foggy.

Hillier pushed open the door without a sound, and followed Ludvia upstairs.

"Who?" Bishop Di Fei had just buttoned up his collar when he heard a knock on the door.

He was wearing a red protagonist robe, with a handsome and stern face, the outer sleeves were wide, and the jewel buttons on the inner sleeves were tightly attached to his wrists.

Long Ming poked his head in and said, "Bishop Di Fei, good morning." Behind him was a group of big dragons.

Di Fei frowned suddenly: "What are you trying to do by breaking into my room without authorization?"

"I would like to invite you to our place as a guest." Long Ming looked at his outfit, his eyes skipped over his wrist, and it was really well covered.

"No need." Bishop Di Fei coldly refused.

Then got knocked out.

Ludvia joined his hand bones together and made a creaking sound. He moved his wrist and caught Bishop Diffy who fell limply.

"Isn't it too heavy to hit with a bone?" Hillier felt his neck hurt, but it was Ludvia's bone.

"I know it." Ludvia closed the windows on the second floor.

Bishop Diffie was put on the bed.

The first thing Long Ming did was to unbutton his cuff buttons, and then he pulled them up, revealing a long light red birthmark on his pale wrist, which was exactly the same as His Majesty's.

"Tsk tsk, they are really twins. Does the Pope feel that his position is too stable if he doesn't deal with him?" Hillier touched his chin.

Long Ming climbed onto the bed and turned over his bed, but he couldn't find Celia, so he couldn't help being a little annoyed.

"Let His Majesty handle this matter," Carlo said.

"I'll ask him to come here." The Emerald Dragon couple turned and went downstairs.

Long Ming sat on the bed, looked at the fainted Bishop Di Fei, and thought about what to say later.

Ludvia looked at the frustrated little dragon, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, have you forgotten that you still have the hollow glazed mother-of-pearl flower? If he really doesn't say anything, I will take the son-flower from Thain Take it back from your body and plant it in Diffie's body."

"That way he will listen to you."

Long Ming blinked, yes, he almost forgot that he still has such a big killer.

About half an hour later, the Pope arrived late.

Before the door opened, Long Ming heard the Pope's voice.

"Bishop Di Fei was fine yesterday, why is he sick today?"

Carlo opened the door: "Maybe it's because of the retribution for doing bad things."

Dragons: ...

pope:………

Such an upright big black dragon, Long Ming suppressed a smile in his heart.

His Majesty the Pope saw Di Fei who was unconscious on the bed, and he didn't have time to care about what the Dragon Clan said, so he hurried over and shook him: "Diffie?"

Holy light glowed at the fingertips, and His Majesty the Pope inspected Bishop Di Fei from the beginning to the end, and finally stopped suspiciously at the head.

With his hands down, he felt a large pimple on the back of his head.

"You..." His Majesty the Pope looked at Xiaolong and the others suspiciously. Di Fei must have been knocked out by some kind of object.

"Your Majesty, I already know the secret between you." Long Ming pulled up Bishop Di Fei's cuff, revealing the light red birthmark.

"You and Bishop Diffy are twins, aren't they?"

The space suddenly fell into extreme silence.

Long Ming saw His Majesty's throat move, and his breathing became heavy.

"I just want to find Celia. Di Fei is very suspicious of him. In the future of the magic mirror, the person with the red scar on his wrist took it." Long Ming pursed his lips, and said: "We don't I didn't check you and Diffy on purpose."

His Majesty the Pope sat down. He hadn't recovered from the shock just now, but the secret that had been hidden for so many years was discovered by Xiaolong.

"...You..." His voice was astringent: "When did you know?"

"Just last night." Long Ming moved closer to His Majesty the Pope, "I saw Bishop Di Fei scratching his face, and the scars on his face are the same as yours."

"What, Di Fei scratched his face?" His Majesty the Pope quickly looked at Bishop Di Fei, and touched his face with his hands worriedly.

"He has been cured with a cure."

His Majesty the Pope withdrew his hand, and sat on the chair in silence, his always straight back seemed to be a little bent, which made Long Ming feel depressed.

"Xiaolong, how do you know I have a wound on my face?" His Majesty the Pope looked at Xiaolong and suddenly remembered this matter.

Long Ming's eyes drifted away for a moment, feeling very guilty: "I used Satan's little scythe to cut a corner of the white mist on your face."

"Aren't you afraid to scratch my face again?!" The Pope was shocked.

"No, the blade of that small sickle hasn't been opened yet, it can't be blunt, it can't even cut through spar, it can only cut through the gas." Long Ming explained.

"Selia must have been captured by Bishop Di Fei. I just want to find it. It has never been away from us for so long. It must be terribly frightening. It is only less than two years old." Long Ming said more and more sad.

"When Di Fei wakes up, if he really caught her, I will ask him to hand over Celia." His Majesty the Pope replied.

"Then what if Bishop Di Fei refuses to return it?" He was so cunning that Long Ming didn't like him at all.

"He will." His Majesty the Pope's voice was slightly ethereal, as if remembering something.

Hearing His Majesty the Pope personally admit the relationship between the two, the dragons present felt that they had heard a big secret.

What used to be Xiaolong's speculation was now a fact.

"Diffie and I are twins. We have been together since we were born to five years old. I am an older brother and he is a younger brother. Although we are twins, our personalities are not the same at all. I tend to be gentler. Diffie's personality He is very lively and mischievous, quick-witted, and like my parents, I like to take care of him and take him with me everywhere." His Majesty the Pope looked out the window, telling the buried past, perhaps because the secret was unearthed again, he The white mist on his face gradually dissipated, revealing his true face.

It can be vaguely seen that there are deep scratches on the handsome face, which looks terrible, only a pair of eyes are extremely clear.

"Later, one year, when the previous pope visited the mainland, he saw that we had good magical talents, so he wanted to accept us as apprentices. My parents and family were very happy, so Diffy and I joined the previous pope. gone."

Long Ming listened carefully to what the Pope said.

"While we were on the way, the Pope told us that he wanted to accept one of our next sons, the next Pope."

"Diffie really wants to be one, and I think he wants to be one if he's happy."

"However, after a trial, the master rejected him and chose me. Di Fei was very sad and disappointed that day. I saw it and felt very sad, because Di Fei really worked hard to train the master. His homework, I wanted to comfort him, but he pushed me away, and since that day, Diffy has never spoken to me again."

The Pope touched his uneven scars, and continued: "Later, because the two of us look exactly the same, in order to distinguish them, the master asked Di Fei to wear a mask, but Di Fei didn't want to, so he smashed the mask angrily."

"At that time, he was too young to do a wrong thing."

"Because he was dissatisfied with my master's love for me, one rainy night, he suddenly came to my room and said that he was afraid of thunder."

Long Ming's heart suddenly rose, it was a bad comer.

"At that time, I was happy that Di Fei finally got close to me. I didn't expect that he would give me sleepiness. When I woke up, I realized that my face had been scratched by him like this."

"In order to punish me for not knowing people clearly, the master kept my scars forever, and let me always remember this lesson."

"Later, he gave me another artifact called the Mask of Nothingness, which can cover my face."

His Majesty the Pope looked at Xiaolong: "I hope I didn't scare you."

Long Ming shook his head, feeling that the Pope was too miserable, so miserable that he burst into tears: "Then, after you were disfigured by Bishop Di Fei, didn't you take revenge on him?"

"I drove him back to his hometown, and asked me to kill him, but I can't do it." His Majesty the Pope smiled bitterly: "Maybe the master is right, my weakness is that I am too cowardly."

Ludvia felt that his vision was vicious. Not long after the first meeting, he felt that the pope had a soft heart.

"Then why did he come back?" Long Ming didn't understand how he became a bishop.

"Di Fei didn't give up the idea of ​​joining the Temple of Light. After his master rejected him, he practiced magic harder, killed the monsters that harmed one side, and helped those poor and helpless people. He rose step by step from the bottom priests. .”

"I didn't know he was coming until I entered the Temple of Light."

"He has good abilities. At the beginning, the position of bishop really lacked fresh blood. When there was one less cardinal, he naturally stepped up."

His Majesty the Pope paused, and continued: "Later, his parents continued to pass away, and Di Fei had nowhere to go, so he lived in the Holy See."

The entanglement between them can't be explained clearly for a while, and the reasoning is endless.

With a groan, Bishop Di Fei finally woke up on the bed. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, staring at his eyes, and before he fully woke up, he felt a chill on his neck.

"Don't move, you've been arrested, tell me honestly where you hid Seria?" Long Ming asked seriously with a sullen little face.

"If you don't tell us, His Majesty the Pope will imprison you in the Tower of Judgment and be with the piranhas."

Ludvia laughed lowly: "Although piranhas have always liked the faces of beautiful women, Bishop Di Fei may be an exception. Handsome men's faces are also rare."

Di Fei felt the chill on her neck getting more and more threatening.

He turned his eyes and saw His Majesty the Pope, his pupils shrank.

His Majesty the Pope had scars on his face, only he knew what was going on in his heart.

Xiaolong was bluffing people with that little scythe again. The little scythe was pressed against Di Fei's neck seriously. If you didn't pay attention, you couldn't see that the scythe was still blunt.