Chapter 655 Wife Floy
"Your Majesty, Prince Cang, I will definitely do my best to make this long skirt for you..."
Archbishop Martin carefully held the emerald-like glass bead, lowered his head and spoke respectfully.
Chen Lun thought for a while and reminded:
"If you encounter a dilemma during the production process, you can give up some of the power contained in the feathers, but the style must be elegant and beautiful, and it is best suitable for attending important occasions."
"Important occasion?"
Martin touched his bald head and chewed the word.
It is an "important occasion" that His Majesty Cang takes so seriously, and the long skirt is mostly given to Pope Floy as a gift, then...
A look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Although he was very surprised in his heart, the sun demigod still believed his guess and said quickly:
"I understand what you mean, Your Majesty Cang Wang Mian."
"Yeah."
Chen Lun saw this and nodded with satisfaction.
He then calmly scanned the things stored in the blood poem ring, but after picking and picking, they were all extraordinary materials accumulated in the past. They seemed good at the time, but at this stage, they are somewhat "tasteless". "Yes.
So Chen Lun thought for a while and turned his head:
"Ronan, as the 'God of Fruits', I think you should have hidden a lot of interesting mythological materials, right?"
The hat boy standing on the left side of the throne heard King Cang calling his real name. Most of his body was covered by the large pointed hat, and his two chicken-foot-like calves exposed could not help but tremble.
"Your Majesty, Prince Cang, this is indeed the case."
A trembling voice came from the large pointed hat.
The hat fell to the ground with a bang, and the next second it "grew" out of the ground at Chen Lun's feet. The hat boy stood up, held up the big hat, and stirred on the surface, making rustling noises, as if he was tinkering inside. What.
Soon, a pile of finely broken materials fell out from under the hat, falling like rain and making a crackling sound.
All kinds of mythological materials are piling up.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone, they even piled up like a mountain and lifted the short hat boy several meters high.
"Your Majesty, King Cang, these are my treasures from the past several eras. There are 1,489 pieces of mythical materials in total, including 201 materials of semi-god-level mythical creatures... Please choose as you like, hey, hey."
The hat boy was smiling when he spoke, but in fact he was about to cry without tears.
He only felt that his heart was bleeding, his organs were cramping, and he had difficulty breathing.
The church leaders could tell that the hat boy's tone was very cautious, even humility mixed with a hint of flattery.
"Very good."
Chen Lun glanced at the hat boy and smiled lightly.
Immediately, he turned to look at Archbishop Martin.
"Martin, you can choose these materials as you like."
Martin's expression suddenly became excited, and his eyes burst with anticipation.
Even He, who is the best at creating things in the Empire since the Fifth Era, has never seen so many mythological materials... Coupled with the feathers of the ancient god's emerald bird, what kind of masterpiece can this be produced?
He didn't know, but He was willing to accept the challenge.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Cang Wang Mian."
Martin took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and then carefully selected in front of the pile of mythological materials with a serious look on his face.
Everyone did not speak, but just watched quietly, with curiosity and wonder in their eyes. After all, this scene was really exaggerated. Thousands of mythological materials were piled up randomly. I am afraid that only the "God of Fruit" under King Cang could do this. Foundation, right?
Chen Lun did not urge him and waited silently.
On the other hand, the hat boy on the side was staring at Martin's movements.
I couldn’t help but curse in my heart:
"Bald head! Don't! Don't take that! Damn it! That's the mythical gem that I managed to steal from the dragon's lair in the second era..."
Soon, Martin reached out and touched a shuttle-like fabric with bright spots of light, and the hat boy trembled.
"Ah! Take your disgusting hands away! That is my favorite thing, the fabric of the star angels deep in the star realm!"
"Don't take that, don't..."
"You are so bald, why are your eyes so vicious? You are so cruel..."
The hat boy's heart couldn't stop splattering with blood, and he never stopped secretly cursing.
At this time, he suddenly discovered that King Cang had turned his head at some point and looked down at him with a deep look that could see through the soul without any emotion.
The hat boy shuddered again, chuckled, and made a warm and polite voice from his large pointed hat:
"You can take it, take it all..."
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty Ronan."
Holding a dozen mythological materials in his hand, Martin turned around and saluted the short hat boy with a satisfied expression on his face.
In addition to the long skirt as the main body, He also specially selected seven materials specifically for making "veil", "shawl", "finger cot" and "skirt tail"...
As a master of creation, Martin is extremely proficient in all aspects.
He knew very well that what King Cang wanted was definitely not just a simple long skirt...
But a wedding dress for a grand wedding!
"Your Majesty, Prince Cang, I have chosen, that's all."
Martin said respectfully to the figure in blue clothes again.
"Yeah."
Chen Lun smiled and nodded.
"Don't rush the work, work slowly. If you are still missing something, you can always pray to me."
"Yes, Your Majesty, Prince Cang."
Martin responded quickly.
But the hat boy beside him trembled.
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night.
The scorching sun slowly fell in the fairyland, and a bright moon rose.
In the center of the City of Cats, in the Cathedral of Dawn next to the tall white tower, the two archbishops Martin and Carmen are not there. Noah, Anton, Alex, Maggie and Connie are all standing in the courtyard, looking up at the moon.
"Pope Floy hasn't come back yet, will he be in trouble?"
Noah asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Cang Wang Mian is always watching the world."
Maggie chuckled.
When she met with King Cang in Tianyuan before, she discovered that Pope Floy was not present. Combined with Archbishop Martin's task of "making a long dress", Maggie guessed that King Cang must want to surprise Pope Floy.
Looking up and staring at the bright moon, Maggie secretly thought it was a pity.
I can no longer witness the meeting of the two with my own eyes...
Above the false moon.
The lonely apartment still stood in the boundless land. Suddenly, a black light pillar fell in the open space in front of it, and a slim figure slowly walked out of it.
Floy's face was a little pale, and there was a hint of coldness in his purple eyes.
The papal crown on his head was missing, his long pale golden hair was a little messy, and the solemn cloak on his body was stained with dark red blood.
During the day, after killing the three "Secret-Keeping Seven Sages" of the History and Ceremony Association, He did not give up, and then went to the opponent's headquarters alone.
The battle was quite brutal, and the History and Ceremony Association suffered numerous casualties. In the end, it was President MacNeil who personally took action to stop His massacre.
The two sides immediately started fighting. After all, Floy was only a member of the Four Saints. He was still powerless against the Earth Demigod who was one level above him.
But at that time, Floy was already dominated by anger.
He didn't know that Lord Jack's ritual not only did not fail, but was a blessing in disguise and was completed smoothly... Thinking of the people he loved being attacked by the ritual and in danger, all Floy could think about was killing these people.
McNeil was very powerful and soon severely damaged him.
But Floy had completed the accumulation of the saint stage early, and was only missing the promotion ceremony. His miserable injuries not only failed to defeat him, but instead aroused his stronger murderous intention.
The dark flames burned endlessly.
The headquarters building of the History and Ceremony Association, as well as the entire barren mountain, were all shrouded in flames, leaving no grass growing.
Floy was covered in bruises and was on the verge of death several times, but his unwillingness, longing and love supported him and prevented him from falling.
Fortunately, the scroll recorder was going to the fairyland with the ancient gods of Dagon's earthly esoteric sect at the time. Except for McNeil, there was no higher-level being from the Historical and Ritual Association to watch, so Floy's ceremony went smoothly and he died. He was born and was promoted to Black Sun Demigod on the spot.
Unfortunately, Floy fought all the way and spent a lot of money. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as McNeil dragged his seriously injured body, used the ability of [Grave Digger] to forcibly "dig" the historical passage, and fled the scene. .
"I will kill you..."
Floy murmured emotionlessly.
He shuffled to the door of the apartment, extremely tired.
But at this moment, Floy's peripheral vision suddenly noticed a tall figure standing by the door.
He was surprised at first.
But when he looked up carefully, he was stunned on the spot.
On Floy's pale face, her purple eyes flashed, mist gradually appeared, and her hot tears slid down like bright pearls, stained with blood.
His heartbeat gradually accelerated, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.
The familiar figure was dressed as before, wearing a black hat and gown, holding a cane and walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face.
For a moment, Floy even forgot to breathe.
Until the familiar breath was close at hand, the strong longing and love urged him to throw himself into the other person's arms without hesitation.
"Lord Jack!"
Floy's face was pressed close to the other person's chest, listening to the real heartbeat and feeling the warm breath, she felt extremely satisfied.
"You are finally back..."
Emotions were like dynamite, bursting out of his eyes and filling his black dress with hot tears.
He hugged his lover tightly, pursed his lips, and breathed in the breath of the other person greedily.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting. Fortunately, I didn't miss the appointment."
Chen Lun gently stroked Floy's back and whispered.
"Floy missed you."
Floy's voice was soft, tranquility mixed with strong emotions.
Chen Lun lowered his head, kissed his pale golden hair, and said in a deep voice:
"I know."
He used his fingers to push the girl's messy hair behind her ears, wiped away the tears and blood stains on her smooth face, and stared at the pair of loving purple eyes.
"You have worked really hard these years."
"I'm willing to give everything for this."
But Floy shook his head, then stood up on tiptoes, wrapped his arms around the other person's neck, and boldly moved closer.
The cold and slightly bloody touch gave Chen Lun an inexplicable emotion and impulse.
He can find the meaning of his existence from this love.
"Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death, but it can anchor the soul. Let the departed soul no longer wander, and let the living soul find its homeland..."
Floy murmured these words emotionally, and then he leaned into Chen Lun's ear, full of expectation and said with a slight trembling in his voice:
"Lord Jack, Floy is already a demigod...enough to bear your favor."
Chen Lun stared into his amethyst-like eyes and opened his mouth.
It ended with a smile.
He held the girl's waist, and the pale robe suddenly appeared, then rolled up, and the two figures disappeared silently.
In the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor of the apartment, the flowers from the flower shop were blooming quietly, exuding a sweet fragrance.
The window on the third floor suddenly lit up with a soft beige light.
On the silent moon.
The girl gave a short, slightly shy exclamation.
Soon, it turned into a humming sound as thin as a mosquito's moan, as thin and long as a humming sound, until it ended abruptly with a dull nasal sound.
In Tianyuan under the moonlight, the golden sacred trees swayed in the wind, their shadows danced, and countless green grass rustled.
In the city of cats, there are countless white and black cats, and even ordinary residents who have been brought here to live here, praying at home with piety and solemnity.
In the outer courtyard of Dawn Cathedral, Maggie was chatting with Connie. Suddenly, a wolf howl echoed from the sky that echoed through the entire wonderland.
Ouch——
"Huh?"
Maggie and Connie were both shocked.
They all raised their heads and looked at the bright moon.
"What was that sound just now?"
Connie wondered.
Maggie thought for a moment, coughed, and shook her head to express that she didn't know.
"Miss Maggie, you are blushing so hard, are you okay?"
Connie asked nervously.
Maggie, however, waved her hands quickly and found a way to excuse herself.
The wolf's howl was not passionate, but rather weak. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Maggie even heard a hint of surrender and begging for mercy.
She suddenly felt that she was really brave, and she dared to think about such a thing.
"It's all auditory hallucinations and hallucinations..."
Maggie fanned herself with her hands, turned around and walked towards the church.
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above the moon.
boom! ! !
The apartment has long since been reduced to rubble.
All that was left was a dark sea of fire.
In the deep firelight, a slender giant wolf covered in a black vine "gauze robe" could be vaguely seen, crawling on the ground, lowering its head and whimpering from its mouth.
There seems to be an even bigger white-scaled snake wrapped around the giant wolf...
The black fire burned the giant snake, but the latter remained calm and enjoyed it. The flames that could annihilate the saint's soul seemed to further arouse his madness and restlessness.
Boom! ! !
Dull bursts of loud noises accompanied the vibrations of the moon.
The black wolf's whimpers became more urgent.
The sea of fire was overwhelming, the light and shadow were swaying, and a pair of purple eyes flashed in the fire, their eyes blurred but full of desire.
The tremor of the moon lasted for unknown length of time.
Until the end of the night and dawn, after the last lazy and weak whimper, an ethereal and shy murmur sounded:
"Floyd finally becomes your wife..."
Chapter 2 may be late, beauties;
(End of chapter)