Chapter 403 (1/2)

The top of holy mountain.

This is a forbidden place for the bishop of platinum, even the current Pope is not allowed to set foot here.

In the eye is the lush sea of flowers, under the white clouds and blue sky, colorful flowers are in full bloom, beautiful butterflies and industrious bees are dancing in the flowers.

If you don't look down the mountain, if you don't look at the prosperous town, it's like an independent fairyland.

In the center of the top of the mountain, there are more than ten pure white marbles around a fountain. The marbles are as white as white jade, emitting light in the sunshine.

Spring Ding Dong, surrounded by the pool in the middle of a statue of angel God.

Holy, bright, pure, flawless

Angel God's back with white wings, slightly looking up at the sky, holding the Angel Sword in hand, has infinite light from the God wheel behind her.

Those scattered light towards all directions, this is the blessing of the angel God!

Under the statue of angel God, an old man sits quietly facing the statue of angel God.

”You're back.”

Suddenly, the old man under the statue of angel God suddenly opened his eyes. Two golden lights flashed through his eyes. His tone was calm and natural.

”Grandfather!”

Behind him, only a few steps away from him, xueqinghe looked at the figure with a little excitement in his eyes.

Qiandaoliu stood up and turned to look at Xueqing river.

Xueqinghe quickly put his hand under his neck. After groping for a shallow bulge, he took off the leather mask on his face.

Although it is still the same dress, the original appearance of xueqinghe has changed into a beautiful figure.

The long golden hair falls down like a waterfall, the autumn eyes are as graceful as water, the skin is whiter than snow, and the moon is bright. The women here seem to be a collection of the spirits of heaven and earth, and they all have the posture of admiring the country with every smile.

Qian Daoliu looked at this familiar and slightly strange face, with a touch on his face. After a long silence.

He reached out and touched Qianren Snow's head, as if sighing: ”Xiaoxue, you have grown up too.”

Qianren snow eyes have gathered water, let the old man touch his head.

Halfway up the hill, the papal palace.

”Your holiness, that one has reached the top of the mountain.”

A ghost like figure suddenly appeared beside bibidong and whispered in her ear.

”Well, you step back first.”

Bibidong, who was working at the desk, nodded slightly, indicating that he knew about it, and his face remained unchanged.

Ghost Douluo looked up at bibidong, and his expression stopped, but after struggling for a moment, he just sighed a little, and his figure suddenly disappeared in the same place.

”Shua!”

After GUI Douluo went out, bibidong stopped abruptly on the desk, her face still could not see any change, and the empty room was quiet for a moment.

I don't know how long time has passed. Bibidong, sitting quietly in front of the table, flashed a magic light in his eyes and an extremely complicated expression on his face.

There is a strong disgust, but also a deep sting

Her complex expression only appeared for a short moment, and after that moment she returned to her usual indifferent expression.

No one knew what the woman who had taken the papal power from the angel family was thinking, and then, as if she was hiding something, she would never mumble to herself, and suddenly muttered to herself, ”there is no ink.”