The Lord of the Sword's voice was very low, almost speaking to himself silently in his heart.
"What did you say?"
Lin Beichen came over, but he didn't hear clearly just now.
The Lord of Swords slowly sat up.
Leaving Lin Beichen's arms.
She slowly got off the bed and stood on the ground. She staggered and almost fell, but she still refused Lin Beichen's support and stubbornly walked step by step to a box with a divine pattern seal sealed in it.
The material of this box is unknown, but it looks like it is something valuable.
There is a divine pattern formation engraved on it by the Lord of the Sword himself. Without the art of dismantling the formation, even if the 'Thousand Grass God' comes here alive, he will not be able to open the box.
When Lin Beichen saw this scene, his heart moved.
Could it be the wealth that the Lord of the Sword has collected for many years?
Do you want to thank me and give me all your treasures?
His heartbeat quickened.
The Sword Master was in a bad state, and it took him a full cup of tea to slowly open the box manually.
There is no jewelery emanating from it.
Instead, there was a moon-white priest's robe.
Ordinary, simple.
"Do you remember this priestly robe?"
The Master of the Sword took out the sacrificial robe, turned around and asked.
Well……
Another question to send.
How do I know this?
He obviously has no memory.
"I have a little impression, but I can't remember clearly."
He said vaguely.
The Lord of the Sword's breath was unstable due to his previous actions. After slowly exhaling a few breaths of turbid air, he rolled his eyes at him and said: "This is the sacrificial robe that Ye Weiyang wore when he saw you for the last time."
"Ah, no wonder."
Lin Beichen looked suddenly enlightened and said: "If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have remembered it at all. I wouldn't have had the slightest impression at all."
"hehe……"
The Lord of Swords sneered, then shook his robe again, attached it to his body, and said, "I'll put it on for you to see now, okay?"
Well?
Why do you wear Pinru clothes?
Lin Beichen was silent.
"Come here, I want you to help me put it on with your own hands."
The Lord of the Sword acted like a spoiled brat.
"I reject."
After all, Lin Beichen is not a junior brother. How could he make a kindergarten mistake at this time? His position is very clear.
The Master of the Sword looked at him steadily, then snorted for a long time and threw the priest's robe to Lin Beichen, looking angry.
But Lin Beichen clearly noticed that her eyes were shining with happiness.
Oh, woman.
Your name is duplicity.
He threw the robe aside seemingly casually.
"Fortunately, you responded quickly."
The Lord of Swords couldn't hide the smile in his eyes: "You didn't disappoint me... Come here and help me put on this suit of clothes."
This time, what she took out was a set
The majestic and luxurious armor of the gods.
This is the replacement she made for herself after she came to this world, according to the style of the God Realm's battle robe.
The style is the same.
The function is too poor.
She is a goddess with a strong sense of ritual. She once wanted to wear this shirt, take back her faith, and take back everything that belonged to her.
It's a pity that now...
This time, Lin Beichen did not refuse.
He gently took off his outer robe and underwear for the Master of Swords, and ran his fingers across the mutton-fat white jade-like skin. Every inch of this cool and smooth skin had left his mark, and it was the most perfect work of the Creator.
.
But now, this body has scars and defects.
The injuries were shocking.
It is difficult to recover for a while.
In Lin Beichen's heart, hatred and anger grew.
Wei family.
It's Wei Mingchen again.
If it weren't for this piece of shit, the Lord of the Sword wouldn't have been injured so seriously.
This person must not be let go.
Every time before, I was delayed by trivial matters, which led to me not going to settle the accounts with this bastard. This time, when the matter comes up, I must go and settle the accounts clearly.
Lin Beichen swore in his heart.
Soon, the god's robe was fully draped.
The Master of the Sword looked at himself in front of the mirror, with an unnatural blush on his face, and said: "Please help me invite them to the main hall."
"good."
Lin Beichen took another sip before turning and leaving the side hall.
Outside the main hall.
Lin Beichen met Acting Pope Hua Qingyan, Archbishop Wangyue and others.
When they returned to the main hall together, they saw the Lord of Swords already sitting on the throne of the main hall.
"Greetings to Your Majesty."
The priests knelt on the ground.
Now the priests on the temple mountain are all the Lord of Sword's most loyal believers, and they all know that she is the real Lord of Sword. Even if the Lord of Sword asks them all to die at this time, no one will hesitate for a moment.
"Everyone, get up."
The Lord of Swords said slowly.
The sound is not loud, but very clear.
The priests all stood up.
Hua Qingyan and Archbishop Wangyue looked up with concern and nervousness.
"It has been a long time since I came to the mortal world. The evil demon Qiancao who rebelled and conspired to cause rebellion has been killed. The crisis has been resolved and I should return."
"After I leave, the position of the Pope will be..."
"Lin Beichen will be in charge."
The voice fell.
In the main hall, there was a sudden noise.
Let a man serve as the Pope of the Temple of the Lord of Swords?
This is unprecedented.
Lin Beichen was also shocked.
Me?
Which one is this from?
In the blink of an eye, I became the Pope of the Temple?
However, as the sword master snorted coldly, the noise disappeared instantly.
Rules are set by God.
And that figure sitting on the throne of God, overlooking all living beings, is God.
Is the true God.
God's word is His will.
How can you question it?
The priests immediately saluted together and said: "I will obey the will of my god."
Then they all saluted Lin Beichen and said, "See the Pope."
Lin Beichen enjoyed watching this group of warblers and swallows saluting him.
Not to mention anything else, except for the young masters such as Archbishop Mochizuki, who have grown old and beautiful, most of the other priests are either young and beautiful, or they still have charm, or they are stunningly beautiful, or they are ripe peaches - after all, the sword
When selecting priests in the Lord's Temple, in addition to being female, there are also strict requirements for appearance.
At this moment, two words popped up in Lin Beichen's mind -
Xu Zhu.
This little monk is definitely a dick too.
He went through many hardships as a demigod, but in the end he became the master of the Vulture Palace in Piaomiao Peak. The swordsmen under his command are all extremely beautiful. Living in seclusion in the world without the constraints of religious law, wouldn't he want to...
Tsk tsk tsk...
Pooh!
Thinking of the wonderful thing, Lin Beichen couldn't help but call himself a beast.
How can you think so?
Are you still a human being?
What's the difference between you and Cao Cao?
The accurate metaphor should be Hong Changqing, the political commissar of the Red Detachment of Women, who led this group of Detachment of Detachment to conquer the world and create revolution.
However, political commissar Hong Changqing seemed to have died relatively early?
EMMM…
How about considering Xu Zhu?
"After I leave, the goddess Ye Weiyang will be the saint of the temple. When her abilities are of great use, the Pope will decide whether to pass her on to the saint."
The Master of the Sword said calmly and calmly.
Lin Beichen's heart skipped a beat.
What the hell?
Pass the throne to Ye Weiyang?
Aren't you Ye Weiyang yourself?
When he was confused, he saw the sword master looking towards him.
What kind of look is that?
With a little tenderness, a little nostalgia, a little unwillingness, a little relief...
At this moment, the sword master's energy collapsed suddenly.
The energy in her whole body quickly dissipated.
That breath of life disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The whole person seemed to have instantly turned into a lifeless jade sculpture.
Lin Beichen was terrified.
How is this going?
He originally thought that the Lord of Swords did so much in order to prepare for long-term seclusion to cultivate and regain his strength.
How could this vengeful god give up so easily?
but now?
Lin Beichen rushed over.
The next moment, the completely lifeless figure on the throne suddenly started to beat again, and then a strange light enveloped it.
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