Fast Travel: Passerby A, she has the aura of a heartthrob

Chapter 73 The Sacrificial Saintess of Western Fantasy (37)

Cyril, whose clothes had a lot of dust on his clothes, snorted contemptuously as the golden carriage passed by quickly.

"A bishop who is easily influenced by women is not suitable to be the ruler of the temple."

Cyril had already made up his mind to tell the king about this, and then looked down at Bev.

"Do you want to be a bishop?"

He said these words casually, as if this matter was very easy to achieve, and Bev, who had always been a small transparent existence in the temple, had her heart beating wildly and her face turned red with excitement.

When Bev wanted to ask Cyril if the royal family was going to do something to the temple, he saw that Cyril was interested in the saint who had seduced the kind-faced and cold-hearted bishop, and looked towards the ordinary car behind, which seemed to Cyril It can be classified as a dilapidated carriage and walked.

"Why don't Duke Cyril find a romantic place with your Miss Bev, and tell each other about the pain of lovesickness. What are you doing here?"

Seeing Cyril approaching, his eyes were still looking at the carriage with a clear purpose, and the angels blocked him vigilantly.

Cyril had no doubts that they surrounded the carriage. Bev's letter said that the saint had escaped from the evil god's castle, and these envoys were all surrounding her, watching to prevent her from escaping again.

Cyril understood this, but it did not prevent him from looking down on the temple.

To take care of a saint, a weak woman with some divine power, and so many envoys were dispatched, and the temple really fell.

Thinking about it, Cyril looked at them mockingly, pushed the envoy away, and asked the attendants to stop them, while he quickly opened the carriage. He wanted to see what the woman who could seduce the bishop looked like.

Cyril opened the carriage with contempt for the bishop, but when he saw the beauty who heard the movement and looked at him with sleepy eyes, Cyril had no intention of laughing at others, only this face remained in his eyes .

Yu Shu, who had just been woken up by Cyril, rubbed her eyes, and the end of her eyes turned red. Her upper body was embraced by the evil god, and her jade feet were placed on Caesar's legs. He gently pressed them to relieve her feet for a day. No stiffness from walking down.

It's just that no one knew that before Cyril opened the carriage hastily, Caesar, who was defined by Yu Shu as being good at serving people, was dishonest sometimes.

He will have a man's selfishness
The Cthulhu held back all the way, sour and sour that he was about to marinate him, so after Cyril entangled with Bev and the bishop one after another, causing the team to stop, the Cthulhu faced a group of envoys who were so jealous that they were about to transform When the werewolves got into the carriage.

After finally being able to post Xiaojiaojiao to satisfy his greed, he was interrupted by Cyril before enjoying his welfare for a long time. The evil god's eyes on Cyril can kill people.

Cyril looked into the eyes of the evil god without any fear. He was very dissatisfied with what the evil god and Caesar did while the beautiful lady was asleep, and said with a solemn face.

"As men, I feel ashamed of you two for what you did just now. The Kingdom of Darita imposes heavy penalties on those who bully women. I think it's time for you to come with me."

"Hey, who do you think you are?" The evil god raised Yu Shu's blond hair with his slender fingers, and said with a sneer, not paying any attention to Cyril's words.

Caesar also didn't care. Judging from the other party's gorgeous attire, he was a high-status nobleman, but he had nothing to do with the law governing the Darita Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)