They all know that Mingyue's birthday is Xu Shi (19-21 o'clock), not You Shi (17-19 o'clock). Mingyue deliberately said it was an hour earlier because she didn't want to worry Li Li.
"I want her to be her bride in peace and peace of mind!" Mingyue turned and looked at everyone, "So, I want you to keep it a secret for me!"
The golden-robed Pope lowered his face slightly and stood respectfully in front of the "divine general" in golden armor.
"How are you going?!"
"The moment after the Six Heavenly Thunders is when he is at his weakest. I will find him before he recovers!" the golden-armored "divine general" replied without expression.
The golden-robed Pope raised his white eyebrows slightly, "Could it be that he can really withstand the catastrophe?!"
The golden-armored "divine general" glanced at him contemptuously, "If not, why am I here?!"
The golden-robed Pope said nothing, but doubts flashed in his eyes.
He had heard about the Heavenly Tribulation to some extent, and naturally knew how powerful it was.
The previous pope lived through a thousand years of calamity, but he was able to escape with the help of God. He became an immortal and entered the Nine Palaces of Heaven. Only then did he have the opportunity to sit on the throne of the pope today.
That pope was only a thousand years old, but he was already so difficult.
This bright moon is actually six thousand calamities?!
Who exactly is he?!
How could it be so powerful that it could still cope with six thousand thunder tribulations?!
Is this person really just an ordinary heretic?!
He has been in the ninth level of purgatory, how did he escape, and how did he become the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty?!
The Pope in Golden Clothes had too many things he couldn't figure out, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He had vaguely sensed that there was a taboo smell in it, and it was related to the big secrets of the temple and even the Nine Palaces of Heaven. If he wanted to live a more stable life, it was best not to talk too much.
The golden-armored "divine general" waved his hand gently, "Ask the great priest of punishment to come see me!"
"But!" The Pope hesitated, "According to the rules of the temple, the Tower of Babel..."
The golden-armored "divine general" raised his right hand, "How do you know he won't be the next pope?!"
The golden-robed Pope's eyes flashed with astonishment, "Does this mean 'god'?!"
"Hmph!" The golden-armored "divine general" snorted lightly, "Don't worry, as long as you do this well, you won't have to stay here anymore!"
"You mean I can also become an immortal?!" The golden-robed pope raised his face happily, looked at the golden-armored "divine general" and nodded gently, and immediately said flatteringly, "Okay, I'll call him over right away!
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Temple of Punishment.
Gong Ao frowned and stood outside the blood-red palace gate, staring south in the direction of the city, his eyes full of cruelty.
The impeachment of Ming Che failed. These days, he did not know how many eyes and ears he sent to monitor Ming Che, but they never found anything unusual about him.
This matter had already made him upset, and now that he heard the news that Ming Yue and Mo Li were getting married, he naturally became even more upset.
How could those two people be happy?!
He thought angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
Xia Shijue has been delaying his demands for conditions, and the envoys who rushed to Ulan Kingdom have never returned.
What should he do to stop their path to happiness?!
Raising his palm, Gong Ao frowned and looked at the white brilliance on his fingers, no longer feeling the joy of the initial advancement.