The Vatican planet is located in the center of the Taibo Galaxy. Since the previous era, it has been one of the religious, political and financial centers of the Federation.

Even though it has reached the age of the Great Universe, there are still a large number of religious believers in the world, and the Vatican is naturally a holy place that cannot be blasphemed in the hearts of pilgrims. But in fact, the Vatican central city where the Pope and the three cathedrals are located only one-twenty-sixth of the entire planet's area, and is separated from the outside world by the city walls. From the ancient riverside, the tulle-like golden sun goes down from the dome of the church. Because there are too many tourists traveling to the Vatican planet in the last century, it has seriously affected the protection of ancient buildings. Now, entering the Vatican city must

Carrying a federally approved pass. A has helped get the pass until late February. Before that, Qing Changye could only wander outside the Vatican Central City. Fortunately, the blood-texture deed on his body did not react again during this period. A said that there were no reports on the SS-level fantasy beast recently. It seems that the angel was living a good life after leaving him. He was neither taken to do experiments by mad scientists nor captured by the Federation to put it on the battlefield. After the death of the blood-texture deed, Qing Changye would lose his life at the same time. Knowing that the other party was very safe, his life was temporarily saved.

a gave him the pass within three days at the latest. After hanging up the communication, Qing Changye looked down at the information in his hand. The witch was the main purpose of his operation. Natasha could collect very little information about the witch. The federal law clearly stipulated that all star pirates who committed illegal acts should be on the wanted list. The federal government has not offered a reward for the witch. The information given to him by Natasha and A did not have a photo of the big star pirate, and the name column was marked very clearly.

Anya Saidu.

With the same surname as Miss Alora, and the conversation he had heard, the witch should be Aurora's biological brother, but the relationship between the brother and sister does not seem to be good. The lady once said that if she asked Anya for help, he would only laugh at her while cutting off her fingers.

The hotel where Qing Changye lives is only a few meters away from the walls of the Vatican City, and is one of the most luxurious hotels on the planet. After he shared the time he earned with A and Natasha, A will help him buy a large number of Blue Star antiques with fake identity in the next six months. Dinner time is approaching, and the hotel pool becomes sparsely populated at this time. This hotel will change water once an hour. He doesn't want to eat much, so Qing Changye simply puts on a bathrobe and goes to the pool. At the end of February, it is the time when the cold is not yet gone, and the coldness planted in the hotel is suitable for the cold planting.

The blue Eight Immortals bloomed by the pond, and the flowers were so simmering that they could become a tree. He was the only one around him. Qing Changye took off his bathrobe. His behavior was always very beautiful. When he jumped into the swimming pool, he splashed waves. The fair and tight body of the young man in the blue swimming pool was like a flexible fish, with smooth and flawless back, erect hips and snow-white thighs. The picture was indeed vivid and fragrant. The swimming pool in the hotel was very large and unconventional square pool. After he swam for a while, the faint figure of Qing Changye stopped.

From the back, she was a very tall woman, with long black hair like ink scattered behind the woman's back. A wooden barrel with ice was floating beside her, and a bottle of champagne was inserted into it. From the back, she didn't seem to be wearing a swimsuit. Her smooth shoulders showed a pearl-like color, and her sticky black hair was stranded against her back. When she heard the movement of swimming, the woman turned around. Qing Changye was stunned for the first time. He saw this type of appearance.

Her face is beautiful and delicate. The beauty like a lotus is faintly lingering coldness. Her eyes are very deep and long. After the gloom overflows from the sunken eye socket, the entire eyebrow and eyebrow bones are lingering. The curve of the bridge of the nose and eyebrow bones is particularly perfect. Her lip line is flat, so it looks particularly difficult to approach when she doesn't smile. She doesn't wear anything on her upper body, her naked chest is visible at a glance. The deep mermaid line accompanying her movements has a charming curve. It is undeniable that this woman is very, very beautiful. She is as beautiful as a monster living in the water.

The lady's breasts...a little flat. But except for flat breasts, every part of her body is perfect.

"Sorry, Miss," Qing Changye turned his head: "I didn't see you here before. I'll leave right away."

The woman did not respond, but just glanced at him indifferently. Qing Changye simply went to the shore here. He supported the shore with his hands and got up from the swimming pool. When he bent down, his plump buttocks supported the swimming trunks with two curves. The person who stayed in the swimming pool watched the young man with black hair and black eyes gradually walked away, his eyes moved all the way from his feet, and passed the long legs that were very tangled at the glance, and finally stopped on his butt.

"Natasha, what are the characteristics of the witch?" Qing Changye sat in the hotel garden restaurant. He was waiting for the meal. The companions on the other end of the headphones were noisy: "Male God! Great Beauty! Super super beautiful!"

"Hair color pupil color?"

"The eyes don't remember, but he has dark hair. It's the same color as yours."

"Is it long?"

"Short hair. The color and length of hair are easily changed. Compared to this, I think his voice is very distinctive, just like-"

"Hi."

Someone sat opposite him, Qing Changye immediately hung up his headphones. He looked at the beautiful woman with slightly wet hair in front of him. Her eyes were like blue velvet under the light. Natasha, whose communication was unilaterally cut off, was stunned and said, "It's this voice..."

"Hello." Qing Changye saw her sitting down and smiled friendly: "Do you want to eat something?"

"Need not."

She was holding blood-red anise wine in her hand. I wonder if all people associated with witchcraft had this habit. Carrie also liked to drink this wine. Qing Changye had probably determined the identity of the person in front of her. Since the other party did not accuse him of admitting his gender for the time being, Qing Changye was also willing to pretend to be a naughty green who was fascinated by the beauty: "In the afternoon... Uh, I'm very sorry," he carefully observed the other party's expression: "I really didn't expect someone there, it was too late when I realized it. No matter what, I was really reckless. Is there anything that could do for you?"

"If you show me yours, we'll be even."

"Miss was joking."

The voice of the person in front of him is indeed very special and low, but it cannot be clearly heard of the man and woman. The voice of the witch is filled with a hoarseness that cannot be ignored, and it sounds like someone is playing the strings of the guqin.

"Anya."

"The long night."

They exchanged names. The witch held his hand and smiled at Anya's lips as she separated: "You have seven days to live."

He knew that some witchcraft conditions were that both parties had to know each other's names, and perhaps with physical contact. In any case, the short-term sting of the brain just now showed that he was indeed cursed by the witch. The waiter walked up at this time, and he removed the food cover covering the plate, and Anya gently lit the order table. There were only four bloody fingers in the bone porcelain plate that should have placed the food: "Alola has worked a lot to ask me to find you. The first time she was willing to contact me in five years was for a man, she is my sister."

"Did you cut Olola's finger off, Miss?"

"She volunteered," Anya's flat lips curled up, his smile as magical as witchcraft: "Call me Miss again, and I'll cut your tongue and stuff it into my throat."

"Sir?" Qing Changye blinked innocently: "Is there any way to make me survive in seven days?"

"No," Anya smiled: "If I was in a good mood, I might let you go, but I rarely have a good mood."

After the witch said that, she stood up and left. Qing Changye stayed in place and looked at his back. In fact, the other party did not wear a woman's outfit from beginning to end. The reason why he had misunderstood was Anya's long hair and the overly beautiful face. He signaled the frightened waiter to leave with the plate with his fingers. Qing Changye placed a new order, and after dinner he went back to the room.

Two days later, Natasha sent him a pass. Few people could resist the charm of the Vatican. Even if they were not believers, it was very interesting to visit the religious center of the entire Federation as tourists. Moreover, the church and the main square were extremely charming, and the Baroque ancient buildings were extremely luxurious. Many tourists were dazzled by the sightseeing, and the long night was also very interested in visiting. Since the Federation restricted the daily traffic, visiting has become a real enjoyment. The corresponding identity of the pass he gave him was a federal businessman, who said that the businessman and a red dress in the Holy See.

The bishop had an appointment, and the latter would meet him at about 9 a.m., because they did not know each other's appearance in advance, it would be fine if Qing Changye went over. At the time, Qing Changye went to the Holy See, and a young cardinal was waiting at the agreed place. After both parties confirmed their identity, the cardinal led Qing Changye into the depths of the Holy See where tourists were not allowed to enter. Seeing him observing the dome mural with great interest, the bishop whispered: "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry I can't meet you as soon as possible. Bishops from various planets had previously discussed the next Pope's choice in the worship room."

a said that his current identity is a rich man who invests a lot of investments in the Vatican. The Vatican owns real estate worth tens of millions of times on many planets. Occasionally, when the capital cannot be turned over, he will seek financing from the outside world. Qing Changye maintained the demeanor that a wealthy businessman who believes in religion should have: "It doesn't matter, faith is always the most priority. But you just said the next pope?"

"Yes, sir." The Cardinal responded: "You don't know that the current pope is old and many matters are inconvenient to deal with. The Vatican unanimously decided to elect a new pope, and the current pope himself also agrees very much."

In fact, it is not completely correct to say that people in this world are willing to have countless lifespans, but the time that different people can carry is different. If everyone is compared to a container of time, the stronger the ability, the more time they can accommodate, and they can freely choose which age group to maintain their appearance. The weaker ones can only accommodate a small part of the time, and their power to control appearance and physical condition is not as good as the former. Qing Changye can accommodate time infinitely due to his special ability, but usually how much time a person can accommodate is determined by his own strength. Therefore, they say that the Pope is old, it is better to say that he has become weaker and cannot maintain his body at its peak.

Qing Changye nodded: "So that's it."

"You are here this time, except for visiting the Vatican -" The sudden contact made the cardinal stop and speak. He looked at Qing Changye apologetically and took the communication. The clergy in the Vatican was only allowed to use the simplest voice contact, otherwise the cardinal would not be deceived by him so easily. The bishop spoke the language he could not understand, not the common language. The other party quickly glanced at Qing Changye in surprise. After hanging up the phone, the cardinal said: "Mr. Johnson, are you interested in meeting the Pope? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he hasn't seen outsiders privately for almost ten years."

It took a lot of time to follow the Cardinal inside the Holy See. The Qinglong Night usually records the road, but walking here is like breaking into a maze. They go up the spiral ladder to the second floor and enter the corridor full of exquisite religious murals. The Cardinal bows slightly.

"I'll send you here. Walk all the way from this road to the room at the end, and the Pope is waiting for you."

Qing Changye moved forward as the bishop said. He could not think about why the other party met him for the first time, so he simply did not think about it. The Vatican architectural style is mainly luxurious and gorgeous, with various relief gems embedded in the ancient door. Qing Changye opened the door handle and saw a figure wearing a pure white robe inside. The Pope turned around when he heard his movements. If he had given up his status and clothes, he was actually an ordinary-looking Western old man, and his figure was slightly fat. Seeing Qing Changye standing still, the Pope smiled affectionately at him.

"Come here, my child."

The other party's kind expression and tone were indeed particularly affinity. Qing Changye followed his instructions and glanced at the magic array made of crystals in the room. Few people knew what it was. Because the formation structure was very beautiful, ordinary people might think it was just a decoration. If they had not met Carrie a few months ago, Qing Changye would not have known that this pile of crystals was actually a formation for observing soul fluctuations. He hesitated for a moment and finally walked over.

"It's indeed the best charming boy." The Pope grabbed Qing Changye's hand as he approached. He was not surprised that the other party knew his physique from the crystal array. What was strange was the unconcealed desire in the eyes of the old man in front of him: "I didn't expect that I would encounter such a good thing in my lifetime..."

Hearing his murmur, Qing Changye smiled and said, "What did you say?"

"You are the gift God has given me."

The old man's dry fingers slid along his arm, stroking Qing Changye's neck all the way, and finally stayed on his red lips. His touch made Qing Changye frown. Although the pope did not touch the place he shouldn't have touched, this kind of touch made people feel molested. He saw a huge formation of dark light flowing under his feet, and he could no longer move.

"No one told me that His Majesty the Pope could do witchcraft."

It is logical that the Vatican should explicitly prohibit clergy from learning witchcraft. As a symbol of the Vatican's theocracy, the Pope would use these methods without doubt in line with the rules.

"This is not a big deal, child," the pope said, "Everyone has his own secret. Just like you. Your bones are perfectly grown, and the flesh is very tight, and the slightest charm of the slightest breath is not released. If I was right, your lower pot is tight and full, with a narrow front mouth and a large back mouth. This is a sign of the ultimate charm of the bones. Your bones are not only talented, but also very mature."

“…”

Complex mood.

"Friendship with a person with a charming bone can expand the capacity of time." The gray-haired old man stared at him kindly. Qing Changye realized that what burned in the other person's eyes was not love and desire, but a desire for power and life. It is probably because the bishops discussed the next pope in the worship room to make the old pope deeply palpitations. The longer the person who lives in power is, the more difficult it is to escape from his heart when he leaves the throne. Moreover, the Pope's resignation was only because his ability was not as good as before: "I haven't had a long time to give up, and even facing you, it is not those that you want. But for the Vatican and to shine this holy light on you and me," his hand touched Qing Changye's clothes: "I have to do this."

The old pope was like a dead tree. In his eyes, he was probably equivalent to a potion that could bring the other party back to life. It was also the first time that Qing Changye knew that the charming bone had the effect of expanding a person's time capacity. He moved his lips.

"Do you know Anya? Seidu? Your Majesty."

The old pope's face changed: "Son of Cursed..."

"He's right behind you."

When Qing Changye finished speaking, the pope was cut into two halves from the middle. The witch was holding a metal dagger in his hand. He quickly and neatly. Before the blood foam was splashed out, the body that was vertically divided into two halves fell to the ground. Qing Changye met the cold and gorgeous face, and Anya gave him a bloodthirsty smile.

"The old guy is still so proud of his salary. He is still not sure how to deal with the old man. He is not sure how to deal with the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton. He is not sure about the skeleton

"Thank you for your help." Qing Changye nodded slightly. In fact, he could break free without Anya. He saw that Anya had been on her body for about three million years, and the Pope's corpse was covered in blood. The dagger in Anya's hand attracted Qing Changye's attention: "Put it a pity, will you be in a good mood if you give you a dagger of the same type?"

Anya used a series of daggers forged by a genius craftsman. In order to deceive Aaron, he had gotten a similar dagger. Anya turned her side and glanced at Qing Changye with a smile: "Only a silly girl like Aolola would wish to believe that you are an ordinary person. If you really have one, maybe." His eyes turned left and looked at Qing Changye: "Why is the King of the Federation wanting you?"

It is normal for the witch to find out his identity. Qing Changye smiled and looked at the other party: "I don't know."

He really didn't know that he couldn't guess Edwin's thoughts so far. Whether the other party treated him as a bedmate or a lover was very vague to him. Edwin was polite to everyone on the surface, and even if Wang really treated him as a bedmate, that person would probably only remember his goodness. But the fate of being captured by Edwin was really bad. The other party said a long time ago that he wanted to try the palace secret techniques on him. At that time, Edwin was jokingly speaking, but now he was caught, but the other party was likely to tell him the consequences of his escape. Just one electric shock device made him feel embarrassed as if he was fished out of water. If he tried it in turn, he really couldn't guarantee what he would be like.

Compared to Edwin, who was restrained by water, Anya in front of him looked more like a sharp weapon with sharpness. He thought a little... Forget it, based on recent experience, he especially wanted to suppress anyone and the final result was not very good, so he would rather give up.

"The old man just said you are a charming boy," Anya was not angry when she heard the meaningless answer. He changed the subject: "I didn't see your physique. It is said that people with charming boy are particularly good at hiding. Even if they stuff a dagger there, they look tight from the outside as if nothing is there."

Qingchangye's dark eyes flashed past the dagger in the witch's hand, and he smiled gently: "You want to try it?"

Anya stepped forward, and he lowered his head, the tyrannical meaning in his eyes was so strong that it was almost burning. His lips were slightly raised, and just as he was about to speak, the bells from the cathedral made his brows slightly bulge. The next moment, Anya's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and Natasha's incredible voice came from Qing Changye's headphones.

"The male god actually speaks yellow!"

"The male god can also masturbate. Which normal boy has never seen a pornographic film?" a pressed the restless Natasha: "Son, run! Today is Wednesday. After the Vatican bell rings at 10 o'clock, the Pope will go to the square for mass, and someone will come to find him soon."

No wonder the witch walked so simply. Qing Changye looked around and walked out of the door. From a distance, he saw the Cardinal who had led him before coming from the end of the corridor. Qing Changye nodded to him, and walked around the corner calmly, and confirmed that the other party could not see him, Qing Changye immediately ran quickly.

"Left...right, go into that room first to hide," a commanded him through a holographic projection on the other end. Who knew when a hacked into the surveillance system: "They found that the Pope was dead."

Qing Changye closed the door, and the signal in the room was very bad, and A's command broke. He listened to the movement for a while, and the voices gradually went to the other direction. Just when Qing Changye wanted to go out, a small golden cup on the partition opposite caught his attention. He knew that this was the cup where the child received the communion. This room might be an abandoned storage room. What really attracted him was the name engraved on the dish. He saw the letter a.

anye. Anya.

This is indeed the name of the witch. Qing Changye turned the small cup in his hand. Without time to take a closer look, the signal was re-connected to make a sound come. A was urging him to leave quickly. The Vatican was cleaning up tourists and blocking the city gate within an hour at the slowest. Qing Changye threw the small cup into the space ring. Fortunately, he walked away from the blockade line in the last ten minutes. The communion cup with the witch's name engraved made him particularly interested. Ordinary children cannot engrave names on the vassal vessels. Anya and the old pope obviously knew each other, but as far as he knew, the Seidu family had been doing business for generations, it was logical that it would not be too close to the Vatican. After today, the curse imposed by Anya on him was only four days left. Not only did he not untie the blood pattern contract, but it would be interesting if he really paid his life.

Back at the hotel, Qing Changye took out a small cup from the space. He found that the cup could never be filled with water. The cup was intact. Only someone might have cast a spell on it. Just when he thought the cup was nothing unique, the picture in front of him suddenly jumped, his vision became dark, and he seemed to have arrived in a room with four walls blocked, with only a small window above his head emitting air and glimmer.

He saw a thin child, right opposite him, and the other party raised his face when he heard the movement, his blue eyes were like velvet under the light, his eyes were very light, as if he didn't care about anything. If he had not grown up or had shrunk, from his worn white dress, Qing Changye would have thought that this was a girl.

"Is your name Anya?"

He stepped forward. The other party didn't say anything, but when he heard Anya's pronunciation, a ray of light flashed through his eyes, roughly confirming the identity of the boy. Qing Changye considered the reason why he came here. He might have traveled through time and space because of the spell on the communion cup, or just entered an illusion. In any case, this was a good opportunity to unravel the spell imposed by the witch on him.

"You are injured," Qing Changye whispered: "Let me help you see if it's okay?"

After waiting for the boy to respond for a long time, Qing Changye walked to his side. The boy's body was covered with blood. He had not grown open yet, and it was not surprising to wear a skirt. Instead, it made him as delicate as a doll in a high-end showcase. Qing Changye noticed that there were many marks on the boy's arms, and the old and the old were different, mostly pinched marks. The space ring was still useful. He found the medicine from it and simply washed the boy's medicine. After the other party blinked his big blue eyes and signaled Qing Changye to look at the corner of the wall.

He and Anya were close. From this angle, Qing Changye could see the pile of skeletons in the corner of the wall. Anya's small hand folded into a strange arc, and the skeletons stood up one by one.

"I am Anya? A memory of Seidu sealing in the cup. Before you, seven people broke into this place. I killed the first one and made the skeleton soldier, then the second one and the third one."

Qing Changye raised his eyebrows, which was the second type. He entered the illusion of both real and falsehood. Compared to the child, the one in front of him looked more like a devil. The witch was so anti-social when she was a child, no wonder she would become that way in the future.

"You bandaged me. No one except my mother and nun have ever done this. I like you very much," Anya smiled. "In order to keep you here forever with me, I will make you the eighth skeleton soldier."
To be continued...