"Put your sarcastic words, if my hand bell was not the secret treasure of the Tianzhu Sect and could offset all illusions in a short time, you might not be my master... Pandit's opponent." Sharma snorted, and even the master was unwilling to scream.

"That may not be." Chen Feiyu smiled confidently and said, "Even without you, I have enough confidence to kill him. The most important thing now is that I will kill him for you. Now it's your turn to help me."

"How to help?" Sharma rolled his eyes: "Your biggest enemies are the Pope and Long Jingyun. They are both super strong men of "half-step innateness". I don't have the ability to help you kill them."

"No, you can't be the most suitable one." Chen Feiyu smiled mysteriously.

Sharma looked at Chen Feiyu in surprise, feeling curious.

The smell of blood was filled with the woods.

Chen Feiyu and Sharma stood in front of Pandit's body, with a relaxed and freehand look.

"If you want me to lurk by the Pope, use illusions to influence them at critical moments, and fight for a fatal blow for you, I advise you to give up this idea."

This is what Sharma could think of, and Chen Feiyu was most likely to let her do, continuing to add: "They are all super strong men of "half-step innateness". With my level of illusion, they may not be able to affect them.

To take a step back, even if it really affects them, I don’t believe you can kill them in an instant. By that time, I don’t know whether you die or not, but I will definitely die. I won’t do such a risky thing.”

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to let you use illusion to attack the Pope and Long Jingyun." Chen Feiyu's eyes were bright and he seemed to have seen through Sharma, and said, "And the success rate of this method is too low, and there is no need to perform it at all."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Sharma was curious and took a step back. Chen Feiyu was full of bad water. He had to be extremely alert and could not be cheated by Chen Feiyu.

"It's very simple." Chen Feiyu thought, and a square box suddenly appeared on his left hand, about a larger than a basketball, and handed it to Sharma: "Tell this to the Pope."

"What is this?" Sharma took the brocade box, and curiously stretched out his right hand to open the box to see what was inside.

"This is a gift I gave to the Pope. I would like to give you a piece of advice. If you don't want to die tragically, don't open the box to see what's inside." Chen Feiyu said with a mysterious smile.

Sharma was shocked and left the box with his right hand as if he was electrocuted, and said in surprise: "Is this brocade box the weapon you are against the Pope?"

Chen Feiyu showed a mysterious smile on his lips: "Anyway, just do what I said. When you return to Nanluo City to see the Pope, I think you should know what to say so that the Pope will not doubt you."

Sharma nodded with a complicated expression and looked at the brocade box in his hand. It was easy to think that the things in the box must be extraordinary. When he arrived in Nanluo City, he must find a perfect remark to clear his suspicion.

She took a deep breath and turned around and walked outside.

"etc."

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu's voice came from behind.

Sharma turned around and asked curiously: "Do you have anything else?"

"Of course." Chen Feiyu walked to Sharma. In Sharma's puzzled gaze, he suddenly reached out to hold her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, saying, "I have to celebrate if I kill Pandit."

Sharma was shocked and before he could struggle, his red lips had been occupied by Chen Feiyu.

Sharma struggled for a few times but didn't struggle away. She glared at Chen Feiyu for a few seconds, and then silently endured Chen Feiyu's greedy request.

It took more than ten minutes later that Chen Feiyu let go of Sharma.
Chapter completed!