Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

Frightened, the result was good, and I came to the prayer room without any problems.

In the silent prayer room, Liu Weiwei knelt and sat on the cushion in front of the statue of the Dark God, his head slightly raised, his eyes staring at the statue intently for a long time, and his brain was communicating with the system.

"Senior, you said, through this statue pray, can the Dark God really hear it?" Liu Weiwei asked curiously.

System: "There are many statues like this on this continent. People who pray to these statues every day don't know where they are. If you are a god, would you listen?"

"At first, I will stop listening. Gradually, I may not listen." Liu Weiwei replied hesitantly.

"God, you know everything, I am your most loyal believer, and I believe in you piously." Liu Weiwei opened his mouth and said this compliment in a grandiose tone.

Feeling a trace of magic power in his body, Liu Weiwei asked the system again in his mind: "Senior, what is going on?"

System: "It's just a small spell. He can only tell if what you say is good and true."

"Is that so?" Liu Weiwei looked at the statue in front of him, feeling a little lost.

"God, our words can't reach your ears." Liu Weiwei looked down. "When the plague came, when the Dark Church was framed, the believers in the Holy See should have prayed to you sincerely? But if you pay attention to the prayers of these believers for a moment, the Dark Church will not be treated like that."

Liu Weiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Perhaps there is another reason. This world is a book. You are the **** in the book. Even you can't violate the will of the world."

The palm of his hand was slightly tightened into a fist. Liu Weiwei raised his head again and looked directly at the statue of the Dark God. "I want to do something, but I need to borrow your name. I hope you don't mind."

Coming out of the prayer room, he nodded to the guards waiting on both sides of the prayer room, and Liu Weiwei returned to his room.

Locking the door, Liu Weiwei stood in front of the mirror and began to practice.

What should I say when facing the Pope?

What should the expressions look like?

How to deal with unexpected situations that may be encountered?

"Senior!" Liu Weiwei poked the system in his mind, with a hint of flattery in his tone, "You help me fight the game!"

After that, he put on an expression in the mirror, and Liu Weiwei asked, "Senior, how about this expression?"

Before the system answered, Liu Weiwei closed his expression, frowned and shook his head, and said in self denial: "No, it seems a bit too calm."

With a finger against his chin, Liu Weiwei thought and asked, "Should a devout believer be ecstatic when he receives the will of the **** he believes in? Or should he be suspicious of this experience? Or ecstatic? There is something unbelievable in the madness?"

"How to put these expressions, it's so difficult!" Liu Weiwei hugged his head with both hands, a little collapsed.

System: "Host, this system reminds you that you can't interfere with the main storyline of this world."

The system’s voice is very serious, “The previous story of the Telugu country has nothing to do with the main story of the world, so the host can exploit loopholes and even tell the story content to the prince Adri.”

"However, this time it is the main storyline. Please master the host and don't interfere with the normal development of the story."

"I know, anyway, the dark church will disappear in the end, and the church members will be burned to sacrifice to the heavens. As for how many church members will die, isn't it clearly stipulated in the book?" Liu Weiwei asked with a sinking expression.

System: "Please master the host."

Properly?

Liu Weiwei looked at himself in a black dress in the mirror silently.

Stayed up all night.

The next day, Liu Weiwei wore two dark circles under his eyes and went to the Pope with a haggard face.

"What's the matter?" the pope asked kindly.

"Your Majesty, when I prayed in the prayer room yesterday, I got the will of my god." Liu Weiwei looked down respectfully, with a trace of fear and hesitation on his face.

"What?" the pope asked in surprise.

"I... got the will of my **** yesterday." This time, Liu Weiwei's expression and tone were much firmer than the last time, and he repeated what he said before facing the pope's gaze.

"Explain in detail how you got the meaning of my god." The pope condensed the expression on his face, made a serious face, and looked at Liu Weiwei with sharp eyes and asked carefully.

Liu Weiwei's heart was tight, whether he was in a high position, such a big controller, the power of the Holy See, even if he usually behaves amiable and approachable, once he becomes serious, his aura is still very inviting.

She is now on the string and has to send it.

Liu Weiwei pursed the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes, and narrowed the expression in his eyes, and said the abdomen that he had prepared earlier, "I was praying in prayer in the prayer room yesterday, and suddenly a voice appeared in my head. He said, In the future, the Dark Vatican will usher in a disaster..."

The modification of the story has been reworked into an unrecognizable appearance.

In this way, it's not as revealing the plot.

After Liu Weiwei finished narrating, he waited quietly.

The pope's face was already full of thoughts, and he walked slowly in the temple. After a long while, he glanced at Liu Weiwei who was waiting quietly. The pope asked, "Does God have any instructions for this?"

Liu Weiwei shook his head.

Before the pope asked her to step down, Liu Weiwei took the initiative: "When he heard this divine decree, Weiwei was extremely frightened. He didn't sleep last night and came up with an immature way. I want to ask your Majesty to listen."

"any solution?"

"Split into parts and hide some believers among the ordinary people." Liu Weiwei said, "Slowly reduce the size and number of the Holy See. If crisis comes, at least that part of the people can survive, as the hope of the future revival of the Holy See. seed."

After Liu Weiwei finished talking about his method, he raised his head and looked at the Pope expectantly, as if seeking approval.

Liu Weiwei's expression was taken into the eyes of the pope, and the usual kindness of the pope's voice disappeared: "You go back first."

"Yes." Liu Weiwei responded and slowly withdrew from the hall.

Looking back at the closed door of the palace, Liu Weiwei finally left. Perhaps the Pope had a better way.

"His Royal Highness."

"Teacher Huahuaya." Liu Weiwei looked down and asked. At the moment when he met the English teacher, he had just fed the dog with a solemn heart.

"Congratulations on the safe return of the temple." Huaya said with a smile.

"My **** bless you." Mandarin said.

"I wonder if your Royal Highness can study during this time?" Huaye's expression still smiled.

"A little bit." Liu Weiwei's eyes were erratic. As for whether he learned a little bit or not, it depends on how people understand it.

"So..." Huaya looked at Liu Weiwei's haggard face, and his words changed to, "Tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, we will study on time."

"Yes." Liu Weiwei answered, there is nothing to love, the dark Vatican, the bright Vatican, and the entire Western fantasy world will accompany English to death!