661 Can I have a bite (73)

The crowd watching Xing's crime scene was frightened and full of curiosity. The night wind blew away the shadows, and horrible and sharp thorns climbed all over the fence.

There is a pungent smell coming from somewhere, which makes people afraid to think about it. The Kanshu Lian Temple will hold a public trial tonight, and the final most sacred ritual will be performed by the young Pope Mengqing himself.

The guards fighting nearby were exhausted, and the thick black clouds covering the bright moon seemed to make people breathless.

A mottled black and silver cross stood straight in the center, with silver chains wrapped around it.

Every chain looked extremely heavy. If everyone didn't trust this respected pope, no one would dare to stay here.

On the high platform opposite the giant cross, Meng Qing stood there looking into the distance with a solemn expression. Even though she was very confident in her arrangement, she acted quite calmly at this time.

Yes, she didn't think it would miss. If nothing unexpected happens...

"His Majesty the Pope, the Saint and the High Priest are back." A voice came from behind the crowd. really. Mengqing smiled slightly.

The maid next to her stepped forward knowingly, and said gently and politely to the crowd of people below: "The trial ceremony for the leader of the blood clan will begin immediately. Your Majesty, we have fulfilled what we promised you before." At the same time, the entire large venue was filled with laughter. Instantly injects vitality.

The hushed crowd regained their energy and shouted in celebration.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope!"

"Thanks to Your Majesty, our family was able to survive."

"I think I will never meet such a beautiful and kind-hearted person again. May God protect you."

"Wow! With such a beautiful face, she is simply the most perfect angel in my mind!" All kinds of compliments seemed unable to express the people's deep gratitude.

The woman in the holy golden robe accepted it all calmly without changing her expression. And waited very gently for everyone to calm down again.

She then raised a pair of bright pale gold eyes and said calmly: "Okay, you can let him out." The saint received the order and asked her men to take out the artifacts that held the terrible devil.

Seeing this scene, people immediately held their breath and became nervous. But he couldn't bear to look away. The imprisoned demon seemed about to break free.

The Pope flicked his sleeves, and then the object broke apart in mid-air far away from the crowd. A huge and dark wing shrouded the sky, and the dark wind violently stirred up the wind and sand.

Unable to see the devil's appearance clearly, people took several steps back. No one noticed the contorted expression on the Pope's head.

Mr. Lessen felt hot all over his body, and his cold blood was restless. Thick chains tightly imprisoned his body and hung him from the top of the cross.

The moonlight fell obliquely on the plain white skin, and the color of the man's eyes became more and more strange. The face that flickered under the light and shadow looked more like a human skin.

People dare not express their anger.

"What's going on??" Mengqing suddenly turned her face to the side and asked the high priest. Her cold voice sounded a little ruthless at the moment: "Didn't this temple ask you to lead people to capture Lord Pacadosia?" the high priest replied immediately. Not on.

The other party seemed to realize that he had lost his temper, and looked away and said: "The person we want to judge is the leader of the blood clan, so there is no way to explain it to the people." Seeing that no one answered, the saint stepped forward and said in a gentle voice: "Dear Pope, Now this is the king of the blood clan, you don't have to worry." Meng Qing was completely speechless, and the current situation was inseparable from her, so she couldn't vent her anger.

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