Eight hundred and seventieth chapters the closest comrade-in-arms
"Your Majesty..."
Archbishop Mochizuki cried out sadly.
She was the only one who guessed the choice of the Lord of Swords.
Lin Beichen did not dare to move for a while, for fear of affecting the changes in the master of the sword.
The other priests also held their breath.
Lin Beichen was the closest, and through the strange brilliance of divine power, he could see the injuries on the Lord of Sword disappearing quickly, and the shocking scars were healing...
At the same time, something very strange disappeared together.
As Lin Beichen watched, he suddenly felt as if something was being torn out in his heart.
The brilliance on the throne of God dispersed.
Boom, boom, boom!
It was the faint but firm sound of a heart beating.
The breath of life that disappeared before is emanating from this body bit by bit again, like a candle that has just been relit, burning more and more fiercely...
"Completely recovered?"
Lin Beichen was overjoyed.
He leaned close to the throne and took a closer look.
Yes.
Really come to life.
It's just that the temperament of the woman on the throne has undergone a huge change.
The Lord of the Sword is the kind of person who is extremely arrogant from the inside out, with an almost unreasonable coldness, like an icy beauty carved from thousands of years of black ice, and repels people thousands of miles away.
As for the figure in front of her, her facial features have not changed much, but her temperament has become pure and clear, and there is an unconcealable aura of a young girl between her brows.
This change is really difficult to describe in words.
But Lin Beichen really felt it.
He suddenly remembered what the Lord of Sword had said before——
"I'll give her back to you, okay?"
All of a sudden, I understood everything.
Everything is understood.
It's Ye Weiyang who's back.
No wonder the Lord of the Sword left a divine decree before, passing the title of Saintess of the Temple to Ye Weiyang.
It's because she has made up her mind to let the former owner of this body come back.
But didn’t Archbishop Wangyue say at the beginning that Ye Weiyang was the physical reincarnation of the Lord of Swords, and that once they were fused, it would be a true fusion of body and soul, becoming a truly separate individual. Isn’t this process irreversible?
Why can Ye Weiyang still ‘come back’?
Could it be that Archbishop Mochizuki lied to him at that time?
And the Ye Weiyang who came back in front of me is still the same Ye Weiyang as before?
Countless little question marks suddenly popped up in Lin Beichen's little head.
At this time, the girl on the throne slowly opened her eyes.
Clear, pure, with a dazed look in his eyes.
Like a little white dove waking up from a long night of nightmare, she slowly began to look at her surroundings, and she immediately saw Lin Beichen.
The moment she saw Lin Beichen, her eyes suddenly radiated with vivid colors.
"Brother Chen..."
She jumped up immediately and rushed into Lin Beichen's arms.
Lin Beichen subconsciously stretched out his arms and embraced the fragrance.
How amazing.
A completely different feeling.
It's obviously still this body, but why is the feeling of holding it in my arms completely different?
Is it my psychology?
"Ahem..."
Lin Beichen coughed lightly.
At this time, Ye Weiyang finally noticed that he was in the Divine Grace Hall, and there were so many officiants, bishops and archbishops around him.
Even Archbishop Mochizuki is there.
The girl's face suddenly turned red.
She quickly took a step back and left Lin Beichen's arms.
"Mother-in-law..."
Ye Weiyang ran down and came to Archbishop Wangyue.
Seeing this scene, Lin Beichen knew that Ye Weiyang's memory still existed in the time before she was possessed by the Lord of Swords. She had no idea what happened afterwards.
"Your Highness the Saint."
The priests all bowed to Ye Weiyang.
Ye Weiyang's clear and innocent face was instantly filled with confusion and bewilderment. At that moment, her expression was like that of a frightened deer, which was both cute and funny.
Lin Beichen sighed.
He doesn't know how he feels now.
Lord of the Sword really gave Ye Weiyang back.
happy?
A little happy.
But my heart was still empty, and there was an uncomfortable feeling of being lost.
Can that arrogant and cold-hearted revengeful god who looks like an ice beauty come back?
"full moon."
Lin Beichen said: "Tell Saintess of the Night what happened, and then ask her to come to me in the side hall."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."
Archbishop Wangyue said respectfully.
Lin Beichen turned around and went to the side hall.
He needs to slowly calm down his mood.
…
Side hall.
Lin Beichen carefully collected all the items left by the Master of Swords and put them into [Baidu Network Disk] for preservation.
Until now, he still can't believe that the Lord of Swords has really disappeared.
No, it definitely hasn't disappeared.
Faith will never die, and gods will never die.
She must still be alive.
One day, she will come back.
Lin Beichen took a deep breath.
At this time, the sound of footsteps came.
Ye Weiyang, with tears in her eyes, knocked on the door and entered the side hall.
"Lin...His Majesty the Pope."
She saluted Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen turned around, looked at the girl with a smile, and said: "Don't be so outspoken. When there are people, I am your pope and you are my saint. When there are no people, I am your brother Chen and you are me."
Xiao Weiyang."
He walked over and raised his hand to wipe away the crystal tears on the girl's cheeks.
"Brother Chen, I... feel a little uncomfortable. My mother-in-law told me."
Ye Weiyang's eyes were bright, moist and clear.
"Don't worry, what you lose will definitely be recovered."
Lin Beichen comforted her, turned around, picked up the robe, and said, "Look, do you still remember this robe?"
Ye Weiyang was startled, then recognized it immediately and said: "Ah, this is mine..."
"That's right, it was the last time I went to see you. I always kept the clothes you were wearing with me and kept them carefully. Whenever I had time, I would take them out to take a look and smell them gently.
It’s like you are still with me..."
Lin Beichen is affectionate and authentic.
After hearing this, Ye Weiyang's little face turned as red as the sunset on the horizon. She bravely raised her head and looked at Lin Beichen, her eyes as bright as the brightest star in the night sky.
"Come, I will put it on for you with my own hands."
Lin Beichen put the robe on Ye Weiyang.
"Brother Chen, I will definitely be an excellent saint. I will always be by your side, assist you, and help you. I am willing to give everything for you just like the master of the sword, Jun Mianxia."
The girl is emotional and authentic.
Lin Beichen touched her hair and said: "Little fool, what are you talking about? You have to grow up quickly and become a powerful Shinto man who can look down on all directions. At that time, I can pass on the position of Pope to him.
You, fulfill the instructions given by the Lord of the Sword, Jun Mian."
Ye Weiyang shook her head and said, "But I don't want to be separated from you, Brother Chen."
Lin Beichen rubbed her hair lovingly and said: "Who said that we will be separated when you become the Pope? Wang Yue should have told you, in fact, Sword Lord and I have... well, a lot has happened.
This negative distance contact... you and him are one and the same. In this way, you and I are actually the closest comrades-in-arms."