189. Chapter 188 Chapter 227 Seizing the day

Author: Eat a piece of watermelon

Chapter 188 -227 Seizing the day

The next day, the Papal Palace.

The Pope wakes up very early, which has been her habit for many years. Because she is not from the Qian family, so when she becomes the pope, she has to work harder than the Qian family.

In this way, her position can be further consolidated.

Although she had walked through the long corridor countless times, she always gained new insights every time.

The morning breeze was blowing her hair. She stood by the window and looked out quietly, where the golden sun was shining on the earth.

Suddenly, she felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.

I always hear people say that once people get older, they always like to think about the past.

Whether it is good memories or painful past, they are all indelible marks.

They all prove that that is what you have really experienced and that is part of your life.

The pope asked himself that he was still young. Most titled Douluo's lifespans were hundreds of years. She was currently only in her forties, less than one-tenth of the end point.

However, although her face is still very young, her heart has already gone through vicissitudes of life.

After so many years, it all seems like a dream, and I can't help but recall the past.

Sometimes, she would think of the carefree girl back then, and she missed that girl's smile.

Sometimes, she would think of that high-spirited young man. With him around, she was always happy.

Sometimes, she would even miss the amiable teacher who brought her back to Wuhun Palace and gave her everything...

She has never forgotten all of this.

She remembers it all.

Because these memories are beautiful.

The white horse passed by, just suddenly.

But everything that was beautiful was destroyed with what happened that day.

More than twenty years later, she still couldn't let it go. She had woken up several times in her sleep and asked herself.

Was I really wrong at the beginning?

This question has troubled her for more than 20 years, and she still hasn't gotten the answer.

Perhaps at this moment, right and wrong no longer matter.

Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it has already happened. There is no chance of going back in time, and it cannot be changed.

Or maybe, the answer will only come when that day comes.

The day was getting closer and closer, and for some reason the Pope felt a little fear in his heart.

Isn't that the answer she has been dreaming of?

But why, as the day approaches and the time comes to reveal it, does she feel scared?

Could it be that she simply couldn't accept that fact in her heart?

Has the answer actually already appeared?

I don’t know, I don’t know…

Thinking of this, the Pope's brain became confused, and the soul power in his body began to turbulence involuntarily.

"Hehe...hehe...hehehe..."

There was a low groan from the Pope's mouth, which was completely different from her usually aloof.

At this time, she was filled with black energy, no longer like a holy pope... more like a demon.

Yes, the devil crawled out of hell.

The devil will devour all good things and destroy everything, right?

"Your Majesty the Pope! Your Majesty the Pope!" The maid on the side was startled and shouted quickly.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

The Pope shouted in a low voice, used his soul power to scare away the maid, and immediately moved away.

"I would like to become...the angel...in the fairy tale...that you love..."

Suddenly, the Pope stopped suddenly because she seemed to hear singing?

This is a song that has never been heard in the Papal Palace for more than 20 years.

Looking through the sound, that seems to be the direction of the Pope's side hall?

Who is singing?

What a beautiful voice, what a beautiful song, who is it...

What the Pope didn't realize was that the moment the song started to sound, the black energy all over her body dissipated.

Her face no longer looked hideous and terrifying, and she regained her composure.

Then, she walked in the direction of the sound without hesitation, she wanted to explore the source of the singing.

…

"I would like to become the angel you love in the fairy tale..."

"Open your hands and turn them into wings to protect you..."

"You have to believe, believe that we will be like in fairy tales, with happiness and joy as the ending..."

It was getting closer, getting closer, and the Pope was now at the door of a small palace.

She did not push the door open immediately, but chose to stand at the door and listen quietly.

Fairy tale...angel...happy ending...

Yes, this song does come from here.

Moreover, the closer he got, the more the Pope felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

"Gah——!"

Suddenly, the door of the small palace was pushed open, revealing a face of astonishment.

The other party didn't seem to expect that the dignified Pope would stand here listening to the song, nor did the Pope expect that the other party would suddenly open the door and walk out.

For a moment, their eyes met and the air fell into silence.

They all saw surprise and surprise in each other's pupils.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

After a long time, the Pope gradually came back to his senses and smiled calmly: "So it's you."

How great would it be if time could be frozen at that moment just now?

What pope, what god, what revenge, it doesn't matter anymore.

Over the years, she has been really tired. If she could take a good rest, she would not refuse.

But, how is that possible?

"I have seen His Majesty the Pope." Gu Beizhi immediately saluted.

"Forgive me." The Pope chuckled and nodded, then looked sideways into the palace.

In the small palace, there is already an extra piano and some other musical instruments.

It can be seen that the people who live here are very interesting people.

"Gu Beizhi, do you know music?" the pope asked curiously.

"Know a thing or two."

Gu Beizhi answered very modestly, but she was telling the truth.

Because of her god-level singing voice, she just sings beautifully, but she really doesn't know much about music, just some basics.

"What was the name of the song just now?" the Pope asked again.

Gu Beizhi raised his head and said, "Back to the Pope, the song just now was 'Fairy Tale'."

"fairy tale?"

Yes, angel, a happy ending, isn't this just something in fairy tales... The Pope secretly laughed at himself.

Because of a song, she actually wandered into a trance and almost believed it. Now that she thought about it, she really shouldn't have.

Seeing that the Pope looked dazed and seemed to be thinking about something, Gu Beizhi couldn't help but ask:

"His Majesty the Pope, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, this song is very nice, but why haven't I heard it before?" the pope asked.

"This... this is what Beizhi taught himself. Of course, Your Majesty has never heard of it." Gu Beizhi once again became a copywriter.

"You still have this kind of talent." The Pope was slightly surprised, and then looked at him with admiration:
To be continued...