The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Regarding what the Pope said, Luo Ci's little head nodded hurriedly, as if looking forward to it.

The Pope looked at Angelus, trying to read a little extra emotion on his face, but he just nodded slightly in understanding.

Knowing Fragment's nature, Luo Ci took the initiative to hold his hand, and looked at the Pope with some hope, "Do you have to wait a few more days? Can't you go now?"

It's normal for a child to have a heartbeat.

But he is only five years old, and he is completely following his own preferences.

So the Pope has no doubts at all.

"Tomorrow I will have someone take you to the Secret Pavilion."

In fact, he didn't want to coax the child at all, but Angelus didn't seem easy to get close to, so he could only start with Luo Ci.

After they left, the other three people who were selected also left respectfully.

The Pope felt inexplicably panicked, feeling faintly that something might go wrong.

But... the kid was obviously looking forward to it. As for the experimental subject he was fancying, although he was a little less emotional and looked like he lacked interest, it didn't look like he was coming for him.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just the last bit.

*

Anglius walked quickly with Luo Ci in his arms, which gritted the teeth of the three people who followed behind who wanted to get closer to pick a thorn.

Back in the room, Angelus gently held her face, his beautiful eyelashes remained motionless, his icy eyes stared at her quietly, his soft lips parted slightly, "When this matter is settled, I can talk to you Shall we go to your house together?"

He didn't like staying here, and he didn't want to negotiate with the Pope slowly. The lost memory was not important, he just wanted to be alone with her.

I just want to... watch the little devil grow up.

The little devil blinked, "Didn't we agree a long time ago?" Why did you ask again.

However, she didn't really want to go on arguing with the Pope any longer. If it wasn't for finding the place where he carried out those sneaky operations, if it wasn't for not knowing who was behind it, how could they have stayed for so long.

The pope is taking too long.

If you want to use them, you have to hurry, and you have always been suspicious.

The little devil silently cursed in his heart.

But fortunately, we can find out tomorrow.

*

the second day.

The two of Luo Ci were brought to the secret pavilion, and they were blindfolded. They didn't remove the cloth that blocked their sight until they entered the secret pavilion.

The Secret Pavilion is huge, and they are only in one of the rooms.

The Pope was very satisfied with them, and looked at Angelus, "I need your help."

He pointed to something that looked like a holy stone over there, "Put your hand on it and feel it quietly."

In fact, he couldn't wait any longer, but he still had to test whether the talisman met the conditions. After all, if he failed this time, his life would also come to an end, and there would be no second chance.

The Pope has been living by other means for hundreds of years. He doesn’t usually use magic. There is a certain substance in the angel’s body that contains a strong breath of life. Before he tried to transfer the breath of the angel to a certain saint, the result was Being backlashed, life goes by faster.

So this time he was extra careful.

Angelus stared at the stone silently, stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, and the stone was so radiant that it shocked the eyes of the Pope who was watching behind him, and then his whole body trembled.

With such a strong breath, he will definitely succeed this time!

Angelus slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes were calm, and his tone was flat, "What else should I do?"

But Luo Ci could hear his impatience, the feeling was very light, and even there was no emotion on his face, but she could really hear it.

The pope suppressed his surprise, he just needed to bring Angelius to the final base. He didn't want to use magic anymore, but in order to prevent the medicine from not working, he took out his staff, murmured something, and moved towards Angelus cast the puppet magic.

This is not the magic that the temple should have, but more like a witch's.

The staff was aimed at Anglius, and he didn't dodge or avoid it, letting it fall on him, and then his figure became a little mechanical, and his eyes were cold and lifeless.

The Pope was very confident in his magic, but even so, he still asked Angulus to attack Luo Ci, hoping to test it out.

He pointed at Luo Ci, the elegance and kindness of the past disappeared, his face was full of malice, and his tone was as casual as if he had crushed a grasshopper, "Kill her."

Angelus looked slowly at the Pope, as if he was confirming the order. His cold pupils were like inhuman animal pupils. He was about to pounce on the Pope in the next second, and he took a step back in fright.

But soon Anglius turned his head and looked at Luo Ci with cold eyes.

Luo Ci said in surprise at the right time, "You are lying to us!"

She took out a bottle of potion and drank it, and her figure slowly disappeared.

The Pope was so annoyed that he cast magic indiscriminately in the room, but there seemed to be no one else in the room except him and Angelus.

He calmed down, even if that little girl escaped, it didn't matter if she spread the word, anyway, those ignorant people would only choose to believe him. When the experiment is successful, he will be able to live for another few hundred years, and those angels...

With a deep voice, "follow me."

Angelus slowly followed behind him, his behavior looked no different from that of a puppet, except that the right hand hanging by his side gently hooked inward, touching the fluff wrapped around his wrist.

He slightly lowered his eyes for a look, then looked away, his cold eyes were fixed on the Pope, flashing with a real murderous intent.

From the moment he was ordered to attack the imp, the Pope's fate had been decided.

...

The Pope led him to a dark place similar to a basement, and when he flicked a switch, the entire secret room was lit up.

Angelus saw everything in the secret room clearly.

Blood pool, two parallel stone platforms, messy white wreckage on the ground, bottles of strange magic potions and various utensils on the table.

The Pope let Angulus sit on the stone platform, while he slowly calculated the dosage of the magic potion on the experimental table. He prepared a total of dozens of bottles, and there were blood in two small bottles.

One bottle is pale golden blood, which looks like there are only a few drops in quantity, but the breath is relatively strong, as if it has been purified; the other bottle is dark purple blood, which is less radiant than the golden blood, and the amount is also smaller.

However, the Pope disliked the dark purple blood, but he still had to pour the potion from the container little by little until the light golden blood and the dark purple blood gradually merged, and the pitch black liquid in the transparent crystal bottle gradually turned colorless.

There was great surprise and excitement in his eyes, this time he finally succeeded, this bottle of potion can help him perfectly carry the ability of angels.

He looked at Angelus with fiery eyes, as if staring at Tang Monk's flesh.

An angel who threw himself into a snare.

Humph.

Is it true that he can't see it?