The Beautiful Lady Is Lonely (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 125

    The pope only heard a scream in his ear, and the bullet nearly grazed the top of his head, instantly knocking the crown on his head crooked, and the bullet grazed the top of his head, causing his hair to be scorched a lot.

    Because of the bullet vibration, he could even feel the eardrum vibration, like being stung by a sharp object. Unbearable pain came in the pope's mind, and then his eyes went black and he passed out completely.

    And the gorgeous crown that fell to the ground was beaten ruthlessly by Lu Xi followed by two shots.

    The authority that represented the supreme right inherited for many years became a piece of debris and fell beside its former owner.

    Lu Xi retracted his hand, put the pistol into his sleeve, and watched the knights rushing to her calmly.

    Capture the thief first capture the king. The Pope is the backbone of this place. He fainted. There are only these knights who only know that they can follow the command and have no opinion. There is nothing for Lu Xi to worry about and fear.

    The knight rushed in front of Lu Xi, each with an expression that was still out of order: "His Royal Highness, what happened?"

    "It is obvious that the Pope wanted to rebel and hijacked Her Majesty the Queen. The Queen had already taken his atrocities. I passed out, and now arrest the convicted prisoner, and give the people an explanation."

    Lu Xi said slowly, her posture was too beautiful and calm, coupled with the turmoil above, no one had any doubts about her words.

    "Yes! Your Highness."

    They responded in unison.

    The pope, who used to be aloft, was now embarrassed like an old man in his old age, from the aloof throne to a prisoner.

    When the pope woke up again, he was in prison.

    The prison here is built underground, dim and humid all year round, no sunlight, only the torch inserted on the wall emits a dark orange twilight light, bright and extinguished, with the continuous sway of the wind and wind, it is a well-deserved purgatory on earth.

    In a small dark house where there is no light, mold is growing, and the ground is so moist that it makes teeth tremble.

    It is not the first time that the Pope has come to the dungeon, but he used to come to examine prisoners. He came here to judge those who doubted the gods, watching the filthy and evil people undergo tempering with torches, wash their souls, and make the world holy again.

    He is looking at these people in the posture of a superior person. He is proud of himself, proud of his position and power, and uses power. He likes to throw prisoners on the trial platform and put them on the fire, which is burning. The flame is a symbol of his power.

    Now, everything has changed.

    Fengshui turns, and the Pope becomes a prisoner. The crazy fire that once ignited him a lot of pleasure and made him feel power has become the thing he fears most at this moment.

    After removing that layer of the pope's shell, he was just a person, a person who would soon be swallowed by the tongue of fire and burned to death from the inside out.

    It is no different from the humble people on the street and the ants on the ground.

    And Lu Xi became the one who tried him.

    The Pope was heavily shackled on his hands and feet, and he felt tired from breathing. As for Lu Xi, with brocade clothes and long hair, she looked indifferent, half-casting her eyes, quietly examining the prisoner in front of her.