Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

When she was awake again, she was already lying on the carriage.

"You are awake." A black-haired girl said respectfully, kneeling down beside her.

Liu Weiwei sat up with his arms propped on his body, looked at the girl, and opened the driving curtain to reveal the bustling street.

Putting down the car curtain, Liu Weiwei looked at the girl and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the main church," the girl replied.

"What's your name?"

"Jenny."

"Yeah." Liu Weiwei responded indifferently, without asking questions.

She wants to keep her personality, high cold!

Jenny's gesture is absolutely respectful. She picked up the teapot and reached a glass of water and handed it to Liu Weiwei with both hands, "My lord, please drink water."

"Thank you." Liu Weiwei thanked, she was indeed thirsty after receiving the glass of water.

The carriage was not fast, and it swayed all the way, very hypnotic.

Liu Weiwei half-closed his eyes to rest.

When the carriage stopped, Liu Weiwei opened his eyes.

Jenny bends down slightly and respectfully said: "My lord, it's here, please get out of the carriage."

"Yeah." Liu Weiwei replied, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

What you see in front of you is the familiar appearance of the building, which is exactly the same as the previous church, but it is taller and more gorgeous. There are many guards around the church. According to the Western name, it should be called a knight.

"Follow me." A voice rang from Liu Weiwei's side.

Liu Weiwei turned his head and looked over, it was the old man.

"Good." Liu Weiwei nodded in response.

Following the old man's pace, the two entered the church, and people kept saluting the old man along the way. From their mouths, Liu Weiwei learned the old man's name, "Xibo", and the old man's status as "bishop".

"Bishop Xibo." A middle-aged man in a black robe placed his hands on his chest, bending slightly.

"Bishop Leiser." The old man returned a salute in the same posture.

"Is this a saint next to you?" The middle-aged man named Laise cast his gaze at Liu Weiwei.

Meeting the man's gaze, Liu Weiwei nodded slightly at the man with a calm complexion.

"All this must be decided by the Pope." Sibo replied.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, "If that's the case, I won't bother, and Bishop Xibo will take this girl to see His Majesty the Pope."

"Farewell."

The two did a farewell force, but Liu Weiwei still nodded slightly.

The two continued to walk inside the church.

Ten minutes later, the two entered the inner hall. In the inner hall stood the same dark **** statue in the outermost hall, but it was slightly smaller in size.

The statue in the outer hall is for worshippers, and the inner one is for important insiders in the church.

There was a person standing in front of the statue. He should be the pope Xibo was looking for.

The dark gold thread on the black robe is embroidered with intricate patterns. What the Pope left for Xibo and Liu Weiwei is a back.

It's just that from the almost all gray hair, one can guess that the pope will not be young anymore.

"Your Majesty the Pope." Xibo knelt on one knee, with his hands on his chest, his head hung slightly, and his voice respectful.

Liu Weiwei looked at the back of the Pope, then looked at Xibo, who was kneeling on the side. He turned his mind slightly and knelt down on one knee, making the same action as Xibo.

The hall was very quiet. Liu Weiwei lowered his head, his sight included only a square inch in front of him, and the sound of footsteps sounded in the quiet room, clattering, rhythmic, as if falling in a person's heart.

A pair of shoes appeared in the line of sight, with the same dark gold pattern on the black robe.

Then a weight appeared on his head, the Pope's hand.