[BL, MTL] A Love Letter to Monsters (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 35: Children's Variety Show (9)

　　The singing is neat and sacred, accompanied by the melodious and melodious sounds of the harp and flute, like a harmonious sonata. This is the first public gathering since the Pope's return.

　　In the singing room on the second floor, the cold Pope slowly opened his eyes.

　　All the believers are still singing.

　　--The sound of small footsteps is hidden in these prayers and cannot be detected.

　　Da da da.

　　Very small.

　　The Pope touched the silver ring on his finger, closed his eyes and continued to listen. He didn't make a sound to remind him, but silently tapped the texture on the silver ring.

　　The moonlight poured down from the high window, casting a mysterious and hazy color on his side face. The handsome outline is traced out by the silver light. It is handsome and extraordinary, as if it is a work particularly loved by the Creator.

　　The believers stood respectfully below and chanted prayers. No one dared to look directly at the pope. No one knows his origins, but he is indeed able to contain the original demon.

　　Just looking at him is intimidating.

　　The vicar of the bishop noticed his movement, came forward respectfully, and whispered.

　　The Pope's voice had no fluctuation: "Someone is coming."

　　The deputy bishop's eyes widened slightly, "I'll go take a look."

　　The Pope shook his head and said quietly: "Catch a turtle in a urn."

　　Too small to escape.

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the door closed automatically as if by magic.

　　The entire hall is completely sealed, and nothing can escape.

　　Doudou was startled by the sound of the big door closing automatically. Little Fatty looked around and couldn't figure out how the door closed by itself.

　　He was very alert and immediately sensed that something serious was going on.

　　But he didn't back down. He must see the teacher today!

　　Doudou sniffed, his eyes firm and sharp, and continued walking inside.

　　The stairs in the temple are made of stones, but they have a messy and weird aesthetic. Each level is very high, and Little Fat Ball has to work very hard to climb up one level after another.

　　Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise he would probably make him laugh out loud.

　　The little fat man rubbed his nose with his hand.

　　The warrior Doudou will not be scared by such difficulties. He wants to save the poor princess's father and defeat the big devil.

　　Da da da.

　　The footsteps are closer.

　　Coming to the second floor.

　　The pope raised his eyelids indifferently, taking this as a sign of provocation.

　　Instead of retreating, you continue to move forward? Do you move forward?

　　Doudou didn't know that his movements were completely under the control of "Jiao Huang". The poor little fat ball continued to climb the stairs, and he wiped his sweat in frustration halfway up.