Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

"Hurry up." Long Ming approached the little scythe a little bit unceremoniously, with a fierce tone.

Di Fei took a deep breath, his face became colder and colder, Long Ming was very dissatisfied seeing his stubborn resistance, he thought for a while, took out the tears of the manticore griffin from his pocket, and prepared to drink a few drops for him.

The unbearable pungent smell wafted through the room. His Majesty the Pope couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves. Long Ming pinched his nose and shook the bottle in front of Bishop Di Fei, getting a distorted face. .

Ludvia had no sense of smell, so he clamped the neck of Bishop Diffy with his bone claws to prevent him from escaping. Seeing the bitter expression on the little dragon's stinky face, he wanted to laugh for some reason.

"Diffie, hand over Celia." His Majesty the Pope said.

Bishop Di Fei frowned, suppressing the disgust, and closed his mouth tightly.

Long Ming snorted, and Ludvia pinched Bishop Di Fei's chin, forcing him to speak. Long Ming thought for a while, and only poured out a small half of the bottle. If he can become a bishop, his strength must not be weak. Drinking a little shouldn't cause hallucinations.

"...vomit..." Di Fei's face became even more contorted, and she couldn't help retching, her face turned pale and pale due to the weird sticky snot in her throat, which was wonderful.

Long Ming closed his mouth, and wiped his hands with his clothes in disgust. The tears of the manticore griffin are really super cute and super stinky.

Even His Majesty the Pope couldn't bear to hear it. He covered his mouth and nose, and breathed out: "Diffie, hand over Celia."

Di Fei coughed violently a few times, with a gloomy expression on her face: "No."

"I knew it was you who captured Celia." Long Ming said angrily, "Is Alger's death also your conspiracy? What exactly do you want him to do by letting him steal the magic mirror?"

"Can't I see the future?" Di Fei raised the corners of her mouth, sneering, but looked directly at the Pope: "Did you never intend to leave the position of the next Pope to me?"

His Majesty the Pope looked helplessly at his younger brother's stubborn and paranoid eyes: "Diffie, you are not suitable to be Pope."

"Is Alan suitable? He has not done as much for the Holy See as I do." Panting heavily, Di Fei said with a grim expression, "Do you want to pass on the Pope's position to him?"

His Majesty was silent.

"I have done so many things for the Holy See. Why can't I be the Pope? Priest Alan only cares about the welfare of the Holy See and can give him a pension. Can I not compare to him?"

"Have you always been prejudiced against me!"

When Long Ming heard this, his little face turned red with anger, and he said without thinking: "It must be, listen to what you said, you have disfigured His Majesty the Pope, do you still want a good face, you deserve it!" ?"

Di Fei was stunned by Xiaolong's heart, her eyes were red, and her mood was unstable: "I did something wrong, shouldn't I be allowed to reform, or should I say."

He looked at the Pope, his hand bones turned white, and he asked word by word: "Or, what my brother forgave me before was a lie to me."

"Damn!" Long Ming wished he could cut the neck of this shameless Di Fei a few times.

"Who do you think you are? If you apologize, His Majesty the Pope must accept it?"

"Even if His Majesty the Pope forgives you verbally, it is because His Majesty the Pope is kind-hearted, and it has nothing to do with you for a copper coin."

Now Long Ming just wanted to turn into a violent fire-breathing dragon, and the shameless bishop who sprayed him couldn't find him.

Di Fei's face twitched, breathing heavily and looking at the arrogant little dragon.

"If you look at him like this again, I'll dig out your eyeballs." Ludvia said in a cold tone, as if spitting out a poisonous tongue.

Di Fei looked away and looked at her brother: "I was ignorant when I was young, but later I realized my mistake."

"I once said that I can exchange my face for you. You said you didn't need it."

"You've been lying to me all these years, haven't you?"

"It's meaningless, Diffie." His Majesty the Pope looked at his younger brother with a slightly austere tone, "Master has left my scars on my face forever in order to punish me for being soft-hearted towards you."

"You can't replace it."

Di Fei froze for a moment, then her eyes widened suddenly, her eyeballs turned red instantly, her teeth were about to crack, her whole body trembled nervously, her handsome face twisted like a ghost at this moment: "I knew it, I knew that Immortality will not make us reconciled."

"Diffie!" His Majesty the Pope's voice became stern: "You can't call Master like that."

"I just want to say that he is an old man." Di Fei became more and more excited, as if he had fallen into hysteria: "Everyone thinks that he loves the people like a son, is kind and open-minded, right? He is a complete little boy." Man, so cruel to us brothers."

"Don't do that, Diffie." His Majesty the Pope held his younger brother's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Master, he has always loved us very much. Have you forgotten that he taught you the first swordsmanship?"

"The past is the past, don't mention it again." His Majesty the Pope paused, and continued: "You release Celia, and I don't have to pursue this matter."

Di Fei looked out the window, his eyes were red, he was like an old man living in the past, rolling over and over, immersing himself in his world tirelessly.

"He is the murderer between us, and it shouldn't be like this between us."

Long Ming was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and said in a cold voice, "If you don't know what's good or bad again, I won't be polite."

"I won't let you go." Di Fei sneered: "Brother, you are simply too weak to be bullied by the dragon clan to such an extent. If I were you, I would let the magic cannon shoot down all the dragons."

"Azeric is ours."

"…Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Di Fei turned his head to one side, and a vivid slap print appeared on the right side of his face. He raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the Pope with red eyes.

His Majesty the Pope straightened his cuffs, with a cold expression: "You are wrong, Diffie, Azeric belongs to every living thing."

Di Fei's breathing was stagnant, and her pupils shrank sharply.

Well done, Long Ming applauded in his heart.

The twins looked at each other, and in the end it was Di Fei who lowered his head, like a bird whose wings had been broken and lost everything.

Holding the sickle, Long Ming saw the cardinal take out a ball from his wide cuff, and there was Celia curled up inside.

It was actually hidden in the sleeve and carried around, it was really cunning and treacherous.

Long Ming immediately took the ball from the bishop's hand and called out loudly: "Seria, Seria?"

The fire elf imprisoned in the ball seemed to have sensed something, and the flames burned fiercely. It stared at the little dragon with wide eyes, showing a smile of crying and laughing, tears falling down, very similar to A wronged child.

From the shape of its mouth, Long Ming heard that it was calling him, and suddenly felt sour and uncomfortable.

"Selia, don't worry, I'm here to save you."

Long Ming comforted the agitated Celia through the ball, and then looked at Di Fei: "Untie this ball."

A silver magic circle is also depicted on the surface of the sphere.

Di Fei hung her head and remained motionless.

Ludvia held out her hand: "Let me try."

Long Ming glared at Di Fei, then gave the ball to Bone Dragon's father.

Ludvia's fingertips glowed with dark blue soul flames, and then he clasped his fingers slightly, and the ball shattered with a crackling sound.

Long Ming looked at Celia who had regained her freedom in surprise.

"I *%#* bastard, you rotten heart and black heart bishop, did not expect, I came out, you shameless villain, you dare to kidnap me." Celia was full of anger when she came out, and the flames of anger Cengcengmao, cursing loudly.

Looking at the energetic appearance of the fire elves, Long Ming heaved a sigh of relief, forget it, just swear at others, just don't leave any psychological shadows.

His Majesty the Pope couldn't bear to look directly at the vulgar words and turned his head away.

Celia scolded, and immediately flew back to her good friend, her momentum unabated: "My boy, you must catch this man, do you know why he wanted to catch me?"

"Why." Long Ming held Celia in his palm, and rubbed her affectionately. It's great that Celia is back.

"You would never have imagined that this bishop would hook up with someone from the abyss, and that person is called an undead wizard." Celia was complacent, happy to poke her saboteur's mask: "At that time, I was about to go back, and there was no one on the trail in Mirror Lake. , I happened to see him talking to a dry undead wizard with only a layer of skin left."

Long Ming looked at the silent Di Fei: "The undead worm in your hand was given to you by the undead wizard, right?"

Ludvia said: "Your Majesty, the undead wizard has always been the confidant of the previous Demon King in the abyss, and he is moody. Dealing with him is always a trap. You need to be careful Bishop Di Fei."

Although I don't know when Di Fei hooked up with the undead wizard, but the undead worm must have been given by the undead wizard. Bishop Di Fei wanted to know if he was the future bishop, so he asked Alger to accept him and let him take it. The mirror is stolen.

Di Fei probably also got the news from the magic mirror that he will not be the Pope in the future, so he asked Alger to assassinate the Pope.

Perhaps he was doing it for a show, leaving an impression on the Pope of sacrificing himself to save others.

Maybe there is a real murderous intention.

And Celia should be an accident.

It broke his relationship with the undead wizard.

That's why Di Fei arrested Celia.

His Majesty the Pope waved his hand, and the white mist on his face once again covered his face.

He stood not far away, looked at Di Fei, and said after a while: "What is the relationship between you and the undead wizard?"

Di Fei raised her head, but there was no smile at the corners of her lips, but her eyes were bent like a clown's mask: "My dear brother, why don't you think about it, no one taught me how to rise from the bottom so quickly. "

His Majesty the Pope was slightly unstable.

"The undead wizard has been very kind to me. He has been patiently teaching me and encouraging me to become the Pope. He is a good teacher."

"It's because I'm not as good as others, no, or I underestimated my brother's cruelty, you wouldn't choose me as Pope no matter what I do."

"This dream, I should wake up."

Di Fei looked out of the window, where the sunlight was perfect, but it was a pity that it could no longer shine on him.

…………

Archbishop Diffy in red was imprisoned in the Tower of Judgment by His Majesty the Pope because of his disrespect to the God of Light, and he was not allowed to be free for life.

Long Ming was not surprised at all when he heard the news, but he couldn't care less because they were about to pack up and go to Long Island for the New Year.

Celia happily gnawed on a small piece of dragon crystal, clinging to her good friend, never leaving her.

Oreo and Gru packed up their things, and the big dragons were also ready.

Only the One-Eyed Demon Monarch wanted to travel to other places in Azerek, and he didn't really want to go to Dragon Island. The oppressive atmosphere of the dragon clan would make him feel as if he was wearing a piece of clothing, making him uncomfortable.

After hearing this, Long Ming could only let it go.

The One-eyed Demon Lord flicked his little pink tentacles, flew to Celia's side, and said with a little disgust, "Don't be caught next time."

"I will always follow my good boy." Celia took a sip of the strawberry-flavored dragon crystal, very cheerfully: "Then when you travel, don't forget to help me promote the name of Lord Dragon in Azerek .”

One-eyed Demon Monarch: ...how does it feel that it has become the propaganda captain.

"Come on!" Celia pumped her fists.

Long Ming was amused, and after thinking about it, he still had nothing to give it away, so he could only whisper: "One-eyed Demon Monarch, if you get into trouble, especially with black magicians, you can tell me." They, you are Bell's friend, and Bell is the Holy Maiden of the Dark Vatican, she is also my good friend, you will definitely get along well, those black magicians will not dare to touch you."

After all, they are now in the Temple of Light, and it is difficult to mention the Dark Holy See, so Long Ming's voice is very low.

The One-eyed Demon Lord curled up the little flower bud and looked at Xiaolong, feeling that his worry was unnecessary, but he nodded when he reached the point of his mouth: "I see."

"Goodbye." The One-eyed Demon Lord was very straightforward, and soon disappeared.

Long Ming silently wished it a happy time in Azerek.

When the Pope heard that the Dragon Clan was leaving, he naturally came to see him off.

He glanced at Satan who was sitting on a small bench sharpening the edge of a small scythe, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

But he still has business to do. Ever since he knew that the creditor is Xiaolong, he has paid 1 hearts to Xiaolong.

"Cough." His Majesty the Pope coughed lightly.

Long Ming raised his head and looked at him: "What's the matter, His Majesty the Pope?"

Xiaolong is really beautiful, his big golden eyes are watery, like a clear spring, covered with golden sunlight, shining with sparkling light, his cheeks are fleshy, with baby fat, black hair Tilted up, very cute.

His Majesty the Pope took a peek at the big dragon in the distance, squatted down to be at eye level with the little dragon, and whispered with a guilty conscience: "What do you think of the conditions I mentioned to you last time?"

"Leave the debt to Alan. I believe you and Alan have been together for a while. He is loyal and has never had the bad habit of reneging on debts."

Feeling Xiaolong's clear gaze, His Majesty the Pope's face became even hotter. In this way, how does it feel that he made Allen the next Pope because of debts.

Long Ming rolled his eyes: "I haven't thought about it yet."

"What's there to think about? As soon as I retire, you will ask him immediately." The pope patted Xiaolong on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Alan was a young man when he succeeded to the throne. Young people are resistant to pressure and have motivation. , so that the Temple of Light can go one step further."

"There is nothing wrong with choosing him."

Long Ming suppressed a smile in his heart and nodded.

Before leaving, he whispered in the pope's ear, "Actually, I have already decided to reduce my debt by half."

His Majesty the Pope was taken aback.

"Because you are a good pope, His Majesty the Pope, do a good job, don't retire so early, I still like to ask you for debts."

When Xiaolong and the others walked away, His Majesty the Pope felt that he was actually moved.

After thinking about it carefully, was he being tricked by Xiaolong again? After all, the debt still needs to be paid by the pope of his generation.