"Head of Feng Lian, you should do your own thing!" Feng Lian Weiyang wrapped his hands around his chest, looking impatient.

"Feng Lianweiyang, as long as you don't leave this family for a day, you will still be my son! You still have to obey my orders! Don't forget that your inheritance has not yet been awakened, and you can't beat me! I can kill her life at any time if you care about the person you are! Don't forget how I did back then!" Feng Lianmo said viciously.

"Sure enough, you did that Yue'er!" Feng Lianweiyang gritted his teeth in hatred, and his face instantly became gloomy.

"Hmph--" Feng Lianmo smiled viciously, with a hint of pride.

"I could do it back then, but I can still do it this time!" Feng Lianmo said proudly.

"Ye Jichu is very unusual. I want you to gain his trust and use it for me. If you do it, I may also find a way to recover for your sister Yue'er!" Feng Lianmo said threateningly.

"Are you threatening me?" Feng Lianweiyang's eyes became cruel, his eyes were cold, and his tone was cruel.

"Yes. Do you agree or not?" Feng Lianmo looked full of confidence.

"I... think about it." Feng Lianweiyang said to himself, his eyes becoming bloodthirsty and flashed by.

***

About a quarter of an hour passed, and the magnificent door facing the main seat slowly opened. A man in a golden mask slowly walked out in a golden light. Looking from a distance, it was as awesome as gods slander.

He is the Pope and Emperor of the Temple.

At that moment, the four elders looked at their holy Pope, with a hint of pride and a hint of respect in their eyes.

Their Pope finally came out of seclusion!

And beside the dazzling man, the saint Siemura was injured and had just recovered from his newly recovered saint.

This scene was not only the four elders, but also the five major families were a little shocked.

It seems that his magic power has become much stronger in this retreat!

In the northernmost part, a man wearing a black cloak had a dark look, holding a small and exquisite wine glass in his hand, which was placed beside his lips, as if he was careless.

"Tsk tsk, this is the legendary pope! It's indeed as hypocritical as I thought!" A small figure, only a hundred meters away from the venue, looked at everyone's expressions.

"Xiao Jiu, it seems that I was wrong. It's really boring!" That's right, the person who came was Ye Jichu who was worried about Yuying Shengjue and the others!

"Mom, if you don't like it, then Xiaojiu will help you beat the bad guy!" Xiaojiu shook his nine little heads and looked at the annoying woman in white with a look of eagerness to try.

He didn't forget that it was her who caused a lot of harm to her mother!

"Xiaojiu! You have to remember that we are watching the show, not being watched by others!" Ye Jichu touched Xiaojiu's cute little head, and his dark eyes looked into the distance, revealing a hint of coldness.

"Yes." Xiaojiu nodded unconsciously, his movements and expressions were very cute.

"Hehe--" Ye Jichu unconsciously curled the corners of his lips gently.

***

"Thank you to the strong men from all sides for giving Huang Ji a face and being invited to attend the temple's quadron of sacrifice." Huang Ji wore a golden mask and his voice was gentle, as if he was polite, but who knew what the mask looked like?!

The mask is just a shell of hypocrisy.
Chapter completed!