For a moment, the whole church was quiet.

    Shen Wanqing played with his silver hair leisurely and lazily, while Federer on one side sank his face. Federer felt very curious and nervous about the coming man, as well as a touch of worry and fear, as if... What will go away with the arrival of the man.

    Austin and Karina were silent. They looked at each other. They were confused and didn''t understand what Shen Wanqing meant.

    "Queen Cheryl just said that the blood under our crown is very fragrant. How do you know that?" ogunaya looked at Shen Wanqing dangerously. "Last night, a blood clan broke into our temple. Is that queen Cheryl?"

    Federer''s face changed.

    Austin and Karina raised eyebrows. They both saw the attitude of watching a good play from their own eyes.

    "Can''t I guess?" Shen Wanqing shrugged calmly. "The Pope is the purest and most powerful person in the temple, and his blood must be the sweetest and delicious. As for the blood clan who broke into your temple last night, it''s not me. If I were you, I could let you find it?"

    The girl with silver hair and eyes scoffed with disdain, "don''t you think too much of my Sheryl? Besides, if I really drink the blood under the Pope''s crown, can the Pope protect me without saying a word?"

    Ogunaya froze. The next second, the closed church door was suddenly pushed open.

    When they heard the sound, they subconsciously turned their heads and looked at it, but they suddenly breathed.

    The first one who came in was the believer who went out before, but behind the believer was a young man with slow steps.

    The light of the church is bright, the Pope''s crown is slender, and the pure white and clean church robe is meticulously worn on his body. The light gold thin chain is hooked on his shoulders and gently shakes, and the church robe also hangs gently on the ground.

    The light golden broken hair is sparkling, the silver chain hooks the sapphire jade and falls in the center of the eyebrow. The eyebrow bones are gentle, the eyes are narrow and long, and the light pupil is cold and calm.

    In his right hand, he held a light gold walking stick. The height of the walking stick was about two meters. The silver silk on the walking stick was carved with patterns, and the tassel chain shook gently.

    Even before entering, people can feel the pure and incomparable power of light under the Pope''s crown.

    When the believers of the temple saw corester, they all held their chests and saluted devoutly with a look of faith and respect.

    Karina could see it too. Her eyes were full of amazement. Her eyes were fixed on corester, who came step by step. Finally, she seemed to look at each other inadvertently. At that moment, Karina felt her heart beating faster for a long time.

    "Crown." ogunaya stood up respectfully and bowed his head. "Please sit down."

    Crestel nodded slightly, and his voice was clear and calm. "Well."

    Karina was stunned at the speech and couldn''t believe it. She looked at corester. He... Is he the Pope of the temple?

    After corester sat down, the girl opposite was lying on the table. She held her chin and looked at each other with a smile, "crown ~"

    The girl''s soft and gentle attitude was far from her previous casual and lazy appearance, which stunned everyone present.

    Federer''s eyes darkened and silently turned his face as he looked at the girl''s tenderness in the face of corester.

    Crestel had a scepter in his hand and a clean white robe, "Queen Sheryl."