When Wang Dong came out of the shower, Alyssa was standing not far from the bathroom door, still wearing her maid uniform, bowing slightly, and said calmly: "Master, it's done."

Wang Dong nodded and glanced at Alyssa subconsciously. The expression on her face did not change much from before, but the more it looked like this, the more Wang Dong felt that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Wang Dong asked sarcastically.

"It's okay, Master."

Alyssa shook her head, and then her face still had the same indifferent expression.

Wang Dong was speechless. He turned around and went into the house to rest. It was an unusually peaceful night. Alyssa did not come in for a night attack, nor did she forcefully stab him with a knife and fork. However, Wang Dong felt something was wrong. What should he do?

What happened? What went wrong?

However, knowing that even if he asked questions, he would not be able to draw any conclusions, Wang Dong simply did not ask anything. While enjoying breakfast, he looked at Alyssa standing next to her, looking so pretty and delicious, which made Wang Dong's appetite increase.

However, Wang Dong's eyes drifted to that high place from time to time. Last night, in this position, there seemed to be a vacuum...

However, although Alyssa's black and white maid uniform was easy to take off, there was no clue what was inside. Wang Dong could only sigh secretly and wipe out all the dishes on the plate.

It wasn't until Wang Dong wiped the corners of his lips that Alyssa said, "Master, His Majesty the Pope has arrived."

"I know, let him in."

Wang Dong is also not used to such embarrassing situations. If Chris Feng comes, I think it will be easier. This damn guy has done such a mess, and he will have to be beaten soon!

Alyssa opened the door, and sure enough, Chris Feng was at the door, with a bright smile on his face. He was followed by two men, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body was filled with a sense of awe. Such a person would look good everywhere.

He is a master among masters and is responsible for Chris Feng's safety.

Of course, their responsibility is only to help Chris Feng block bullets. If they really meet someone who Chris Feng can't deal with, it will be useless for the two of them. However, no one can question the loyalty of crazy believers to their Pope.

Once there are enemies, the only way to get close to Chris Feng is to step on their corpses.

The two men did not follow, but turned around and stood guard at the door. Chris Feng entered the door, looked at Alyssa first, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Wang Dong, you are still the same as before.

So boring.”

"Get out!"

Even though Alyssa knew some details about Wang Dong, she was still shocked by Wang Dong's words. I am afraid that there are really not many people in this world who dare to treat the great Pope like this.

"Alyssa, go to the next room. Wang Dong and I want to chat." Chris Feng said with a smile. His handsome appearance was enough to make many nymphomaniacs faint instantly, but Alyssa just said

Her eyes turned to Wang Dong, she was Wang Dong's maid at the moment...

Wang Dong was stunned for a moment, then said: "Go and take a rest."

Watching Alyssa walk into the room next to her with outstanding posture, there is a sense of grace in every step and every line, not to mention her frown and smile, even this most ordinary walk makes people feel sincerely.

Looks good.

However, Chris Feng's attention was only on Wang Dong. He squinted his eyes slightly and said with a bit of fun: "Wang Dong, isn't he your type? It took a lot of effort to find him."

It was okay for Chris Feng not to say anything, but when he mentioned Wang Dong, he became a little angry and asked angrily: "What is your standard for a saint? Don't tell me whether she is beautiful or not!"

"Bingo..." Chris Feng snapped his fingers, revealed a lewd smile, and said with a chuckle: "You guessed it, a woman who is not beautiful will definitely not be a saint."

Wang Dong was speechless. Isn't the Holy See supposed to be a solemn and solemn place? How can one use appearance to judge whether one is qualified to be a saint?

Chris Feng looked at Wang Dong's expression and said with a smile: "God is also a man. He likes to see beautiful beauties become saints!"

Regarding Chris Feng's statement, Wang Dong just wanted to salivate and then spray him in the face! Oh, how can someone like this become the Pope?

Seeing Chris Feng's expression of being a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Wang Dong shook his head helplessly and cast his gaze towards the room where Alyssa disappeared. Wang Dong asked doubtfully: "How on earth did you brainwash Alyssa?"

?For me, a complete stranger, she can actually do this..."

Wang Dong pondered for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable adjective, but Chris Feng naturally understood what he meant. He didn't answer directly, but took a bottle of beer on the dining table, opened it, and took a sip.

Then he smiled and said: "I told her that God sent a messenger to the earth. As a saint, you are her most personal maid. You must meet all his requirements. Your life is written for him..."

"That's it, can she agree?" Wang Dong couldn't help but his eyes widened, no, no one with a little bit of intelligence would agree to such a damn reason, right?

"Of course, she is a saint, the most devout apostle of God." Chris Feng looked upright and smiled proudly.

Wang Dong was speechless. Yes, the Holy See is a messy place that cannot be treated with common sense. This reason is indeed enough...

"Wang Dong, Alyssa should have offered herself last night, right? Why didn't you accept it? I chose Alyssa specifically based on the type you like."

Chris Feng looked puzzled, rubbing his chin with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, as if thinking.

Wang Dong: "..."

Chris laughed dryly and drank the beer in one gulp. In front of everyone, he was the pope. He needed to pay attention to etiquette and show love for the world. But in front of Wang Dong, he was a flesh-and-blood person who liked beautiful women.

Ordinary man with fine wine.

In comparison, Chris Feng prefers to be the latter.

"Wang Dong, I thought you were dead that day. I was sad for a long time and almost wanted to come out of the Holy Land to avenge you."

Throwing the empty bottle into the corner, Chris Feng shrugged, and his voice suddenly became deeper. Seeing Wang Dong looking over in surprise, Chris Feng suddenly laughed out loud: "I'm lying to you, but my strength is already

I'm in control, hehe, isn't it awesome?"

Wang Dong was moved, but when Chris Feng changed the subject, Wang Dong just smiled and followed his words and asked: "What is your control space?"

Wang Dong originally thought that Chris Feng's control ability should be the same as Ji Li's, with space powers. Unexpectedly, Chris Feng's figure flashed, and a space was suddenly released. Chris Feng stood in the middle, his whole person was as majestic as a god.

Powerful, then, an ethereal voice sounded as if from outside the sky.

"Sinner, confess..."

Wang Dong: "..."

Well, Chris Feng is such a great guy, it would be a waste of his talent if he is not the Pope!

Chris Feng's control space is actually purified, and he can judge all hostile forces. In his control space, everyone's abilities are reduced, and they may even be purified in his control space...

"Hey, Wang Dong, what about your control ability?" Chris Feng was extremely curious. For a perverted person like Wang Dong, his control space must be extremely perverted, right?

As soon as he finished speaking, Chris Feng suddenly discovered that a control space exactly like his own was released with Wang Dong as the center.
Chapter completed!