MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 135 Pope 8

In the bone-chilling holy water, the two bodies were shivering.

Justin looked down at his hands, already purple with cold. Mary's condition was more serious, her face was frozen blue.

In front of the two of them, the majestic and majestic statue of the God of Light stood there. The statue looked down at the two people in the holy water from above.

Finally, Maria couldn't take it anymore. She left the holy water in a hurry, her teeth trembling and looked at Archbishop Justin who was still insisting in the pool, "Archbishop Justin, I suddenly remembered that there is a dead soul waiting to pray, I will go first."

Justin glanced at Maria and shivered and replied, "Okay."

Maria's exquisite curves are all exposed in front of Justin, but Justin has no desire at all.

Come on, my scalp is freezing.

That thing won't freeze out of trouble, right?

How on earth did that stinky boy from Sang Jiuchi endure this kind of torture? He couldn't stand it after only one hour of being in the water, but Sang Jiuchi insisted on it for more than ten years. No wonder he wasn't close to women, and his stuff wouldn't have been frozen long ago, right?

Justin gritted his teeth and looked up at the majestic man with the torch in his hand.

The sun wheel behind his head shone brightly under the light of the fire, like a real sun.

Justin can only rely on fantasy to keep warm.

If he wants to become a god, he must become a god.

He has lived most of his life, and for the sake of power, he can do things that others cannot. As long as he can climb up, he can even throw away his dignity. He thought that as long as he stood in a higher position, he could get rid of this life of being coerced and used, but when he really sat in this position, he knew that he was still involuntarily.

He is a red-clothed archbishop, doesn't he still need to see the Pope's face, or is he still threatened by others?

In the country he once killed a contender for the bishop's seat.

He always thought that this matter was airtight, but he didn't expect to be discovered by Prince Ino.

Taking this as a threat, the two of them reached a cooperation.

The goal of the cooperation is very simple. It is to destroy Sang Jiuchi and cooperate with the inside and the outside. The main actor is the people of Prince Ino, and he only needs to help.

But I didn't expect that the girl suddenly regretted it. Just when Justin thought it was over, Justin saw that Prince Ino raped and killed the girl, and directly blamed Sang Jiuchi.

The two of them were already grasshoppers on a rope, and Justin had no choice but to ask someone to do perjury.

Just when he thought that the matter was over, the two believers who had helped perjury came to him and used it as a threat to seek greater interests and status.

Grass.

Justin cursed secretly.

Although he is already a high-ranking red-clothed archbishop, he still seems to be that marionette.

Prince Ino can use it to blackmail him, and humble believers can also blackmail him.

He didn't get the ultimate power he wanted at all, and he would do anything to get power. And the means of gaining power became the handle for him to be blackmailed.

He is now like a snake biting its own tail, one cocooning itself.

At the moment when he became the Cardinal Archbishop, he also wanted to be a good person, but his thoughts were too naive. As long as it is done, it will show its feet.

At this point, he has long been unable to escape, and can only fall into the vortex again and again, unable to extricate himself.

It was not until the appearance of the God of Light that he realized that only by becoming a **** could he get rid of all this.

Only by becoming a **** can he have the ultimate power and status.

At that time, even if he didn't dare to threaten himself, he could destroy everything in an instant, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain.

When he becomes a god, the world will center on him.

Maria is still young, she is greedy for the world, she also wants to become a god, but she does not have such a determination. So she couldn't bear it, but she endured it herself.

Justin looked up at the stone statue of the God of Light, and told his wishes one after another in the empty hall.

I'm going to be the God of Light, I'm going to be the God of Light, I'm going to be the God of Light.

Finally, in the ardent anticipation, he fainted from the cold.

If it weren't for the fact that a cleaning cleric happened to pass by and rescued him, Justin would have drowned in this cold pool.

In the sound of panicked footsteps, Justin woke up once in the middle of being transported.

He looked up at the hard-won sunlight, and thought in a chaotic way: It seems that the way of getting close to the God of Light will not work. He still follows his own old way and directly kills the competitors.

Before darkness hit, Justin sighed, he should have done this long ago. This time, I will definitely be seriously ill. If I walk this road early, I don't have to suffer from this pain at all.

Just when Justin and Maria were secretly competing for the position of the God of Light, Sang Jiuchi was also working hard.

The seven days' worth of medicines he took out of the space were all packed in bottles one by one.

The patient was very cooperative. Although it was a white pill he had never seen before, he didn't refute it, and took it and swallowed it.

The technology of the technology plane has been very developed, and the drugs have been adjusted by allergens, so that patients will not cause allergic reactions.

This is also the reason why Sang Jiuchi dares to give them food with such confidence.

After taking out the medicine, and with the "God of Light" taking the lead, the rest is easy to say.

Sang Jiuchi was no longer polite, and directly removed the ventilator and other equipment from the technological plane.

Don't ask, ask is given to him by the God of Light.

The initial stage of this plague was not serious, but it broke out in the later stage because of their subsequent cross-infection.

After time fermentation, the plague virus gradually began to mutate, and the old virus and the new virus cross-infected and evolved into a super virus.

And the evolved super virus was the culprit that swept the entire imperial city.

The super virus has now begun to brew in the bodies of several seriously ill patients. They can no longer eat, but they are very brave. In order to survive, they supported it with strong perseverance and tried to swallow a few mouthfuls of minced meat.

Thanks to these proteins, they regained some stamina a little.

Sang Jiuchi didn't do anything and kept going. Ventilators, IV infusion sets, and all kinds of medical equipment that could be used were all brought over.

If it weren't for the inability to fit here, Sang Jiuchi would have wanted to move directly to a medical room.

There was an abandoned school in the slum. Tolman led someone to repair the roof hastily, and turned it into a temporary medical point.

The beds are made of bricks, stones, and wooden boards, and a layer of straw mats and quilts are placed on top to become temporary hospital beds. The ventilator is used, and the drip is also arranged.

While doing this, Sang Jiuchi called the only military doctor to his side, and taught the military doctor how to use it while operating.

Military doctors have a strong learning ability, and they can use them only after a few studies.

However, he only dared to perform simple operations and did not dare to change some buttons drastically.

These large white iron blocks with pipes inserted are gifts from the God of Light. The characters on them are strange and strange. The square characters look very mysterious.

This must be the words of the God Realm. How could they be able to spy on the language of the God Realm with their mortal bodies.

After Sang Jiuchi taught the military doctor how to use it, he took Tolman to the river where many animal carcasses were deliberately thrown by the enemy.

The corpse had already descended upstream and sank to the middle.

Sang Jiuchi took out a small cloth bag from his arms, sprinkled the medicinal powder in it, and briefly disinfected it first.

These corpses are already very badly decomposed, and they cannot be fished directly, otherwise they will be re-infected. The powder he sprinkles can play a role in sterilization and disinfection.

When the medicinal powder takes effect, people with good water quality are required to go down and fish out the animal carcasses and then focus on incineration.

The medicinal powder will take effect three hours later. Sang Jiuchi arranged for a person to guard here. Once the color of the river turns pale yellow, it means that the medicine has worked.

After making arrangements here, Sang Jiuchi began to take people to find a new water source.

The river flows from top to bottom, and it is indeed living water. But the place where they are located is already in the middle and lower reaches of the river. The upper reaches of the river continue to excrete wastes in the river. The upper reaches are nomadic people. The upper reaches not only bathe and wash clothes in this river, but animals also bathe and drink water to excrete in the upper reaches.

When the water flows from upstream to downstream, there are already many unclean microorganisms in the water.

It is also thanks to the good health of the people in the slums that they can withstand these microorganisms. If they are people with poor physical resistance, these microorganisms will kill them 800 years ago.

Even if there were no dead bodies in the water in this river, Sang Jiuchi would not recommend them to drink it.

The water outside the slums is strictly controlled, and only by finding new water sources in the slums can their draught problems be resolved.

This is actually very easy to solve. I took a few water source detectors from the technological plane, and after I taught Tolman and a few of his subordinates, let them start from the four starting points to find the water source in the middle.

Sang Jiuchi is actually not sure if there is any water source here. If you try it, you may not have it, but if you don't try it, you will definitely not have it.

Finding a water source is the easiest and most convenient way. If he can't find a water source, he can only help them make a filter device to allow them to drink filtered river water.

Although this is possible, it is a little difficult to operate, and there are certain future troubles. He does not want to use this method unless it is a last resort.

But fortunately, it didn't take long, almost at the same time, in the two farthest places, the detectors rang at the same time.

Sang Jiuchi's face showed clarity.

Sure enough, there is groundwater.

When he observed, he found that the soil outside the slum was very loose, not a tight dirt road. When it rains or snows, water vapor can easily penetrate into the gaps in the soil with large sparse voids. After years of geographical deduction, groundwater is formed.

It's just that there are two water sources here that he didn't expect. Is the water source in the slum so abundant?

Sang Jiuchi found a few big men and dug down around the place detected by the detector just now.

The well generally needs to be dug five or six meters deep before it begins to feel suddenly wet, and then dig down. If you see that the soil is gradually getting wet, it means that the general direction is correct, and you can find groundwater by digging down a certain distance.

The men have a lot of strength, and if a few people dig together, they can dig it in a few hours.

Sang Jiuchi took advantage of the time when they were drilling wells and returned to the temporary medical point.

Several patients who had difficulty breathing were also relieved after being put on a ventilator. After confirming that their breathing had returned to normal, Sang Jiuchi took some nutrient solution from the sentinel plane.

Together with the military doctor, he fed the nutrient solution to the patient to drink, and it didn't take long for the patient's face, who had been terminally ill, to turn red.

These nutrients not only restore their strength, but also quickly repair their failing organs.

The next step is the observation time. The ventilator must be maintained for 24 hours. After 24 hours, the patient's condition is determined to be stable, and the ventilator can be temporarily removed for observation.

Hull is very quiet today.

During the whole process of Sang Jiuchi's busyness, he just silently followed behind Sang Jiuchi, watching Sang Jiuchi busy in the slum like a little bee.

He seems to have three heads and six arms, and so many problems surround him. If others are already overwhelmed, he can solve them in an orderly manner.

It was as if the sky was falling, and he could easily resolve it.

His calmness and steadiness are like a reassurance pill, making people no longer panic and anxiety.

This is not just the role of charity on the "God of Light" object. If there is no strong enough leader, when the God of Light throws things down, people will rush up.

Only Sang Jiuchi can achieve such extreme perfection.

Because these people trust him.

Change people's hearts.

Since yesterday, Sang Jiuchi has been helping these people silently with his sincerity, sincerity and kindness.

He was very careful. From medicine, face towel, food, water, he thought of everything he could think of. And he didn't just put things down, but did his best to distribute things.

If anyone came, including the pope or even the king, they might not have the effect of Sang Jiuchi.

Not necessarily, but definitely.

The king will only be suppressed by force, and even if the Pope arrives, even if the distribution begins, people will suspect each other that the distribution is uneven.

Only Sang Jiuchi, people trust him completely, what Sang Jiuchi says is what he says. Because they knew from the bottom of their hearts that Sang Jiuchi was for their own good and to save their lives.

No one is a fool, even an idiot has a heart.

They gladly accepted Sang Jiuchi's kindness and were willing to give him their sincerity.

Hel was thinking about it when he saw a timid little girl blocking the way of several people.

Sang Jiuchi lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at the little girl in front of him, and saw that the little girl held a flower woven with straw in both hands and sent it to Sang Jiuchi, "His Royal Highness, I made this specially for you. Gift, thank you for your help, hope you like it."

Hull was standing beside Sang Jiuchi, he secretly observed Sang Jiuchi's face, and saw a smile suddenly appeared on Sang Jiuchi's indifferent face.

Even if he was covered with a face towel, he could see a smile from the corners of his curved eyes and the bottom of his eyes that suddenly lit up.

Sang Jiuchi was obviously very happy. After he took the flowers, he smiled and rubbed the little girl's forehead, "I also thank you, this is the best gift my uncle has received today."

Touched by Sang Jiuchi, the little girl blushed and flew away like a dancing butterfly.

Come fast, go fast.

The small flower was pinched by Sang Jiuchi's fingertips, and the next second, Sang Jiuchi suddenly looked at Hull, his eyes jumping with a fading smile.

"My Royal Highness." Sang Jiuchi spoke slowly.

Hearing the words "my knight", Hull was very impressed. He stretched up slightly and looked at Sang Jiuchi in confusion.

I saw Sang Jiuchi handing over the flowers in his hand, "I borrow flowers to offer Buddha and give them to you."

The slender and slender fingers stretched out, and on his round and tender white fingertips, the little yellow flower was flying on his fingertips.

Hull's heart suddenly skipped a few beats.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and the wheat-colored fingers and the milk-white fingers gently touched each other, and Xiaohua immediately moved from the middle of the milk-white fingers to the wheat-colored fingertips.

This little flower was extremely petite in his hand, and Hull was holding the flower, feeling a little overwhelmed.

When Sang Jiuchi saw this, he laughed twice and walked away.

He walked very freely, as if the breeze swept across the lake, causing layers of ripples.

Hull was stunned for two seconds, followed by carefully holding the flower in his hand.

Unlike the tension and depression on the first day, everyone in the slums today is relaxed.

Hull followed behind Sang Jiuchi in this slum that seemed to be independent of the imperial capital, and the busy people greeted Sang Jiuchi respectfully one by one.

Sang Jiuchi was also very polite, responding one by one without any ambiguity.

If it wasn't for the strong smell of mugwort leaves mixed with disinfectant, and people wearing face towels, he would even think that this was just a market, and people were just people who came to the market to go shopping.

Everyone was very good at entertaining themselves, and the fears of the past few days dissipated, and some people who could not help elsewhere organized dancing and singing. The happy dancing and singing inspired more and more people, and more and more people joined the joyous movement.

Is this really going through a plague?

Even seeing it with his own eyes, Hull couldn't believe his eyes.

It's not that he hasn't seen the outbreak of the plague, and no one has been so enthusiastic after the outbreak of the plague.

Hull could even see the colorful light on people, the color of life.

Living like summer flowers, each life burst out with its own unique brilliance.

At this moment, Rao was a hard-hearted Hel, and his tears were wet.

His eyes were sore, and there seemed to be a cloud of mist in front of his eyes.

Sang Jiuchi suddenly tugged on Hull's sleeve. Hull didn't know why, so he walked into a small alley with no one under the lead of Sang Jiuchi.

Hull didn't know why, so Sang Jiuchi suddenly took off his face towel.

Hull was immediately startled, and was about to help Sang Jiuchi cover it again when he saw Sang Jiuchi gently tiptoed, hooked his neck down, and kissed the corner of his eye.

The warm touch quickly disappeared, Sang Jiuchi put on the face towel again, raised his eyebrows and said, "You're crying."

Hale swallowed. He shook his head vigorously and retorted, "I didn't."

Sang Jiuchi shrugged, "I just want to comfort you, it's fine if you don't."

Sang Jiuchi said that he was about to go out.

Hull's heart moved slightly, and he immediately grabbed Sang Jiuchi's hand, "Well, how are you going to comfort me?"

If Sang Jiuchi did it again like he did just now, he admitted that it was nothing to cry.

Sang Jiuchi turned around, his eyes narrowed, "Come here."

The tone of the command made Hull's body numb, and he didn't want to come to Sang Jiuchi.

The next moment, Sang Jiuchi lifted Hull's face towel.

The two face towels were quickly folded together, and the two face towels overlapped each other, covering most of their faces.

The people's joyful singing and dancing were close to their ears, but Sang Jiuchi, who was in front of him, kissed him without any scruples.

A sense of satisfaction that couldn't be spoken to outsiders spread from the bottom of my heart in an instant. It was a feeling that I had never felt since I was born.

The door of the frozen heart was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and the next warm current rushed into his heart like a flood, filling his heart to the brim in an instant.

The violent beating sound started from the heart, but he could feel it all over his body.

Hull hugged Sang Jiuchi subconsciously, leaned his body slightly, and pressed Sang Jiuchi against the wall.

He deepened the kiss hard.

The young man's slender waist couldn't be grasped in his hands, and he hugged Sang Jiuchi so hard that Hull couldn't wait to rub him into his arms.

The two of them were kissing vigorously, when someone suddenly said "Huh", "Where's Archbishop Sang Jiuchi? Did you see him?"

Another voice sounded.

"No, I was still here just now, why did it suddenly disappear."

"I still want to ask him to dance. He's exhausted these two days. He runs around for us and wants him to relax."

"Who is not, but where did he go."

"Let's look for it, we can't get out of here."

"Okay, let's all look for it. Archbishop Sang Jiuchi finally came to us once, we must make him happy."

The voice got closer and closer, Hull retracted his consciousness from the nostalgic kiss, bowed his head slightly, and saw Sang Jiuchi's bright and moving eyes.

With water in his eyes, he seemed to be expressing unspeakable feelings.

Hull's thread called sanity snapped again.

They were looking for Sang Jiuchi, but now the red-clothed archbishop they were talking about was now hanging out with the arch-rival Royal Knight. In front of everyone's eyes, in this narrow alley that will be discovered in the next second.

A strange excitement suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart, and under the surprised eyes of Sang Jiuchi, Hull leaned over again.

The lips were tightly blocked, and the kiss came like a storm.

His hand slid down Sang Jiuchi's slender neck and landed on his slender waist but didn't stop.

Just when Hull was about to lose his mind, a voice from the public suddenly pulled him back to his senses, "Well, the priest, have you seen His Excellency Archbishop Sang Jiuchi?"

The man said and took two steps from the outside of the alley.

Hull held Sang Jiuchi tightly in his arms, and turned his head to stare at the man threateningly, "He's not here, don't go any further, I'm convenient, are you polite?"

The man's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he stepped back again and again with apologetics, "I'm sorry, sorry, that, please do it."

Their slums are rudimentary, and there is only one public toilet, which is hard for these priests.

It wasn't until the man withdrew from the alley that Sang Jiuchi and Hull breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of their tense shoulders.

Hull looked apologetically at Sang Jiuchi.

Just now, he really didn't know what was wrong, and he suddenly wanted to hug Sang Jiuchi like he was going crazy. He had never acted so brutally and rudely before.

Sang Jiuchi was still panting slightly, as if he was breathing hard-won oxygen.

Hull thought for a while, and secretly lifted Sang Jiuchi's face towel while Sang Jiuchi was not paying attention.

The soft pink lips had become red and swollen. If he took off the face towel now, others could recognize what he was doing just now.

His heart jumped again, and Hull pointed to the other end of the alley, "Let's go out from there?"

Sang Jiuchi took a while to find his voice, he said "um" and walked ahead first.

A few minutes later, Sang Jiuchi and Hull circled around the crowd, and when they saw Sang Jiuchi suddenly appeared, everyone rushed up, "His Excellency Archbishop, come and dance too."

Hull watched them gather around Sang Jiuchi, and a very subtle mood suddenly developed in his mind.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the two of them just hid in the corner and did bad things.

They also didn't know that under the veil of the gentle and elegant red-clothed archbishop was a lip that was swollen by his kiss.

All these people don't know, these are just his and Sang Jiuchi's secrets.

Once he was tied to Sang Jiuchi and became a being like "us", Hull felt happy for no reason.

Sang Jiuchi was about to decline them when he heard someone call Sang Jiuchi anxiously, "Your Excellency Bishop, come here!"

He glanced at the young man who had dug the well just now, "What's wrong? Didn't it come out?"

The man shook his head and said in a low voice, "It was dug out, but something is not right, you should go and have a look."

Sang Jiuchi was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed behind the man.

After a while, they came to the place where the well was dug.

It is very remote, and Tolman has driven everyone away, there is no one else except the man who digs the well.

Tolman was frowning and looking into the well, a strange oily smell spread to Sang Jiuchi's nose from there.

Smelling that smell, Sang Jiuchi instantly understood.

He quickened his pace, strode past, and bent over to take a look, he saw a pool of black things slowly surging up from the bottom of the well.

It is oil, and Sang Jiuchi remembers that its name in this world seems to be "fire oil".

Seeing Sang Jiuchi coming over, Tolman was still in shock.

Sang Jiuchi glanced at it, and immediately said, "Bury back immediately!"

Several people looked at each other, did not dare to hesitate any longer, and immediately began to bury them again. They were also afraid that the soil would not be strong enough, so when they buried it, they stomped down with their feet desperately.

"Do you know what this is?" Sang Jiuchi looked at Tolman and asked.

Tolman looked solemn, "I know, kerosene."

Sang Jiuchi was a little surprised. He originally thought that Tolman didn't know what this thing was, so he called himself in a panic, but he didn't expect the other party to know.

Regardless of the era, fuel is a resource that affects the lifeblood of a country's development.

This ancient Western plane is no exception. Oil is also very precious and expensive in this continent, but most of it is in the hands of nobles and imperial power. It stands to reason that oil is generally buried at a distance of 1,000 meters to several kilometers below the ground. How can it be so shallow here?

Tolman explained, "Kerol is a good thing, but we're just a slum here, a group of people that the Empire can abandon at will when they get sick. If kerosene is found here, all forces will come out. We don't have any. With the power of kerosene, it is not a treasure that will make us rich, or even a disaster that will kill us."

He paused and looked at Sang Jiuchi, "His Excellency Archbishop, you just let us bury it immediately after seeing the kerosene, do you think so too?"

Sang Jiuchi laughed, and he looked up and down the man in front of him.

He finally understood why Tolman became the leader here. He not only has strong organizational skills, but also has a bright mind.

He can see a future that many people can't see, and he should have a heavier mission than being a leader here.

Sang Jiuchi looked at him and smiled with relief.

I found a white child in my hand that could fight against the God of Power.

When Hull saw Sang Jiuchi's eyes, his heart suddenly froze.

He observed Tolman secretly. Although Tolman was middle-aged, he was very strong and burly.

Although I don't know what Sang Jiuchi likes, it should be a very strong horse, right?

Hull had a face that looked at Tolman.

Come on, **** it, Tolman actually looks pretty good.

He is a big man, and he has never had the habit of scrutinizing a man's appearance. When he saw Tolman yesterday, he just met him. Taking a closer look today, the eyebrows are slanted, the eyes are deep, and the bridge of the nose is high.

Although he is far worse than himself, he is indeed a handsome and extraordinary man.

Moreover, the other party is stronger than himself.

Hull secretly looked at Sang Jiuchi, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Yesterday, he tied him with ropes and said that he would tame his fierce horse. This morning, he asked himself if it was his only fierce horse. Now he turned his head and saw Tolman?

Sang Jiuchi didn't notice Hull's eyes. Now that his brain is running fast, he has already figured out how to play chess in the future.

Tolman looked at Sang Jiuchi, and at Hull, who was suddenly hostile to him, a big question mark popped in his mind.

Just when he didn't know why, Sang Jiuchi looked at Tolman with a burning gaze and asked, "Tolman, are you willing to be my exclusive subordinate and only follow my orders?"

The string in Hull's head snapped.

"Exclusive"? "Let me alone"?

What the hell!

Tolman, bet on the honor of the fierce horse, let's fight! Let's see who deserves to be Sang Jiuchi's exclusive horse!

Tolman was stunned by Sang Jiuchi's sudden invitation, he knelt on one knee on the ground without thinking, and reverently declared his allegiance, "I, Tolman, am willing to dedicate the rest of my life to the great Sang Jiu. Archbishop Chi Hongyi, from now on, I will only be dispatched by you."

As he said that, he was about to reach out and kiss the back of Sang Jiuchi's hand.

Suddenly, a big bronze-colored hand stopped his movement, and then that hand reached out and shook hands with him, with great strength.

You can hold Sang Jiuchi's hand too? I've never held it before, if you want to hold it, just shake it with a big man like him!

Sudden provocation, Tolman was only stunned for a second, then quickly reacted, and used a full ten force to shake it back.

Eyes look over: what, want to fight?

Hull's eyes are sharp: yes, what's going on?

Tolman: Oh, I have never been afraid of anyone when I grow up so big, let's fight!

Hull: Come on!

The atmosphere is extremely anxious.

Sang Jiuchi looked over suspiciously, and saw a flaming red fighting spirit suddenly rose from the two of them.

The fighting intent was like a prairie fire, spreading across the area in an instant.

Sang Jiuchi had no choice but to step back, leaving the area surrounded by the will of war, and said with certainty: [Hell is indeed a **** of war, and when he encounters a strong enemy, he wants to fight, he is really motivated. 】

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is that so?

Why does it feel like God of War is jealous?

Both Tolman and Hull were trying their best to test the upper limit of each other's strength, and finally Tolman was defeated, "I lost."

Hel then let go of his hand, walked to Sang Jiuchi, raised his head, with a little arrogance, but his eyes were fixed on Sang Jiuchi, with a few jumping lights in his eyes.

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Let you see who is the real fierce horse, not as long as he is strong enough to be a fierce horse, that is puffiness, he is the real fierce!

Sang Jiuchi hesitated for a while, then said tentatively, "That's awesome."

Hull nodded with satisfaction, slowly raised his chest, and stood beside Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi: "???"

Who can tell him what just happened?

Just when Sang Jiuchi was covered in a circle, he suddenly remembered a surprise shout in the distance: "It's dug out! It's water! There's really water!"

The surprised voice came from another corner, and it was still so clear when it reached Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi: "You continue to landfill, Tolman, you are watching here, this matter is very important, you must make sure not to leak out a little, otherwise it will definitely lead to death."

Tolman nodded, "Okay, I understand, Master."

In the distance, several people had already run over. They saw Tolman walking back to the landfill and shouted, "Tolman, isn't there anything here?"

Tolman looked as usual, and laughed twice, "Aren't all the miracles of the God of Light so good, there's nothing here, I'll bury the pit back."

The companion laughed, "It's okay! You can't use it here, but it's easy to use there. What we really dug out is water, or very sweet water. Tolman, we will never use it again. Look at those bastards' eyes, we have our own water!"

Although Tolman couldn't pass, his eyes were full of relief. He looked at Sang Jiuchi gratefully, and once again affirmed that he had done nothing wrong in his confession this time.

He has been scrambling outside for many years, not to mention that everyone can see it clearly, but it can be regarded as a very accurate person.

He could see that Sang Jiuchi would never only become a red-clothed archbishop or a pope. With his courage and ability, he would definitely be able to ascend to the throne and become the new God of Light. !

If Sang Jiuchi can't become the God of Light, who else is worthy in this world?

Hull?

Pooh!

Tolman put his hand behind him, and the other hand secretly rubbed the palm of the handshake just now.

Good guy, he doesn't look strong, but he has a lot of energy.

Seeing that the person who dug the well was going to lean towards Tolman, Sang Jiuchi said, "Where is the place where the well was dug, can you take me there?"

The man reacted immediately and said respectfully: "Okay, Your Excellency the Red Clothes Archbishop, please come with me! Long live the God of Light, his miracles are so useful, then there is really water in my place, and we are guarding such sweetness. I don’t even know it. I even went outside to buy other people’s water!”

The man was a little embarrassed when he said that.

A few people walked quickly, but after a while, they saw a group of people surrounding them.

Sang Jiuchi walked to the innermost surrounded by the crowd, and saw that they had dug a well of eight or nine meters deep.