The sound appeared in the distant sky.

Before everyone could calm down, a dazzling light in the sky split the void, and then, a group of people appeared in the void.

No, it's not a group of people, but a group of gods.

That's right, it's a god.

People feel the breath of gods.

The people in the Holy See were the most sensitive to the spirit of the gods. When the group of people appeared, they seemed to feel the call of God. If it weren't for the Pope being scolded and vomited blood by the other party just now, they would have knelt on the ground and worshipped.

The person in the lead is a young man in his early twenties. The young man has a handsome face, but his eyes and mouth always give people a sense of despicability.

Behind the young people, a group of men and women are not much different from that of the young people.

The person who came here was Wang St.

Wang Mo's eyes looked like lightning, and glanced at the Pope, and then fell on Xu Xianxian.

"Xianxian." Wang Fan slowly walked towards Xu Xianxian in the void.

"Silly Brother."

"sorry……"

"I know you will come to pick me up." Xu Xianxian smiled with a sacred and arrogant expression, extremely sweet.

"Yes, I'm here." Seeing that Xu Xianxian did not blame him, Wang Mo was immediately overjoyed.

"But you still let me wait for sixty years in vain." Xu Xianxian changed the subject, and her originally sweet expression turned into a resentful and aggrieved look.

"Ah...ah...ahah..."
Chapter completed!