"Do you know what you are talking about, child?" said John Paul II, the True Blessed, frowned. Wang Qibu's words were like the ultimate blow-up bean killing technique in the King of Fighters, which directly exploded and ended a large part of the Pope's patience.

"Oh." Wang Qibu sighed and said, "You foreigners often like to say that we Chinese are unreasonable. In fact, this is precisely the embodiment of your unreasonable and self-consciously putting yourself in the first class higher than the Chinese. Just like now you feel that my normal demands are very unreasonable, but you forget the idea that our Buddhist "every lifelong equality" is promoted in your doctrine."

"No. It's not like you said. The true blessing John Paul II hurriedly retorted, and there was a hint of excitement in his emotions. Then he might have realized that this reaction was inappropriate, and said, "The Mu of Jin depends on character and understanding of doctrine, which has nothing to do with the location of the pastor."

"Haha, if this is true, then why were you excited just now? You can give a smile like your identity represents, "You are a child" or "You don't understand this principle yet". Then you don't have to say the words just now in a tactful manner. I think if that is the case, the effect will be much better." I have no intention, and it is impossible to let John F. Paul II go on to let him go with his heart-defeating words. "And, my respected Pope, does your God allow you to lie?"

"Child, please correct your grammatical disease. God is not just our God, but everyone's God." John, who knows that he cannot make any achievements in the general direction, decided to fight with Wang Qibu on the last issue now.

"Father, aren't you trying to debate with me about the topics of 'I believe that exists' and 'I don't believe that exists'. Believe me, if this is true, it's just a waste of time that gives me erudition and eloquence, which is not a great opportunity to show off. Should I let me return to the main topic?" Facing the working hours of John Paul II, Wang Qibu showed special confidence. He glanced at the sunset hidden behind the building outside the window, and said, "I sincerely hope that we can discuss music, oil paintings, and Renaissance at the dinner table."

"If this is the case, can you give me a reason, a reason why I must give you a positive answer before sunset?" said John Paul II, the True Blessed, and stretched out his hand unconsciously, as if it was really like Wang Qibu asked for something physical.

"Father, you know that some things cannot be solved by time. Or they cannot be solved by time standing on one side." Wang Qibu's face also began to show a frosted look, and he said.

"Sorry, your statement is too general, I can't fully understand it. Can you say it more specifically?" said John Paul II, the True Blessed Emperor. In fact, he naturally noticed that there was no hidden change in King Qibu's expression. Therefore, he had to take it more carefully.

"From the perspective of human nature, I don't need any information to guess the established strategy of the Holy See to China. Well, maybe my behavior is very unrigorous, but it's not important to me. I can only say 'I just know' Hehe. China's weakness in foreign affairs is its diplomatic rights identification. China is a totalitarian society, so the rights that can be dispersed to various functional departments are naturally limited. It is precisely because many foreign political systems see this that they will wantonly play rogues with China at the negotiating table and talk about those reasons that are not reasonable. To be honest, priest, I have enough of this from textbooks. So, I want to change. The best way to change is to directly participate in it. When the rights of the country are

To reach a fit with your personal willfulness, the result is obvious. Haven't you started to have a headache?" Wang Qibu threatened the people with the most believers in the world with his unique, seemingly messy but rhythmic speaking style, and there was no slight burden on his heart. He said, "It's not just that. I also believe that you will have no fewer enemies than me. Not to mention anything else, just saying that you support the 'filthy war' can make me make a big fuss. If the previous period of China was added to the country to the country, weak to the strong, then I will start a new, strong, weak, and human-to-human way. My respected Pope, are you ready to accept the blow from me? Anyway, I'm ready."

Wang Qibu's words are worthy of the true blessing John Paul II was trapped in such a long time of thinking. After all, the power and darkness displayed by the boy who could not see any harm at this age in front of him is beyond the imagination of the Pope. This power and darkness.

The sunset came from the window, and the choir practice repertoire was like red wine, champagne, and turkey. In the ink color, the lyrics driven by the power outside the melody

During the long time the pope was thinking, the lights in the small prayer hall had already lit up, and the halo decorated the murals and the atmosphere more and more heavy and hazy, as if the kingdom of heaven was somewhere not far away from people. However, in this filled atmosphere, Wang Qibu, who was sitting next to the spokesperson of God, was indeed peaceful. However, An Tian, ​​who was incompatible with the surrounding environment, saw this scene from afar, and inexplicably had such an idea in his heart; perhaps any devil or god who had the opportunity to come here should be the same and incompatible An Tian, ​​right?

Then, he was startled by his thoughts.
Chapter completed!