When it was evening, Long Ming looked outside and seemed to be windy again. Many priests were passing by in groups of thick snow-white cloaks. The knights were guarding the door with duty, and their silver armor was dyed with orange yellow by the dusk. Occasionally, you could see the little priests and the little knights running on the path ahead one after another, leaving a string of laughter.

Behind the diagonal is the Tower of Judgment, standing darkly in the distance, like a big dark cloud.

"Good boy, what are you watching?" Cialia flew out and stayed on the back of her good friend's hand.

"I wonder when His Majesty the Pope will get off work." Long Ming withdrew his gaze and wondered if they were going to spend the night here.

Oreo took a sip of tea: "It should be late at night."

"Then we are not going to live here." Gru realized that he felt a little novel. This was the first time he lived in the Temple of Light.

"It's very likely." said the Czech Republic.

Sure enough, not long after, the priests who delivered the meal in the morning pushed the door and came in again. After he put down the dinner, he also brought a message that His Majesty the Pope asked them to live in the next courtyard tonight.

The priest said at the end and added another sentence, asking the Dragon Clan guests not to wait for him because he was very busy with work.

After everyone finished their dinner, they followed the priest to the small courtyard next door. There were five large rooms in total, and it was more than enough to live in the few of them.

After Long Ming waited for the priest to leave, he took out the dragon's father, Long Jing, in the cloth bag.

Long Jing kept following him, and Long Ming was so happy that he was willing to take it away.

After the dragons discussed, they decided to write a letter to the patriarch Hillier tomorrow for him to come here for safety.

Oreo sat aside and read a book, Gru was chatting with Selia, while Satan was taking care of his sickle. The young master lowered his head and gently wiped the sickle with a soft cloth. When he was taking a shower, the sickle also took a warm bath.

Long Ming took two steps forward, and Long Jing rolled twice on the ground and followed behind him.

Oreo closed the book and looked at the little dragon who had been wandering around the room for several times, not understanding what he wanted to do.

Carlo spoke first: "Good baby, are you taking a walk after dinner?"

Long Ming shook his head: "No." He picked up the Long Jing on the ground: "I want to go to the Tower of Judgment to see."

Selia flew over and said, "If you want to go, go, we are not trapped here."

Long Ming thinks so.

"Longjing should be wrapped with a back, otherwise it will be too eye-catching." Oreo took out a black backpack from the space.

"However, you have to say something to the Pope." Long Ming said.

So several people walked towards the main hall of the Temple of Light.

Unexpectedly, I met an acquaintance halfway.

"Good evening, Sain." Oreo greeted the leader of the Silver Knights with Alger next to him.

Sain was also stunned when he saw them: "Why are you..."

"We were invited by the Pope," Carlo replied.

Sain put away the envelope on his hand, and a warmth flashed through his long and narrow eyes that looked similar to Seg: "So that's the case. Then we are really destined to be together. Since we parted last time, it has been a long time since we parted. It's better to go to my place for dinner that day. Last time I got your help underground, I haven't thanked you yet."

"No, thank you for your kindness." Czech and Elusa looked at each other, but refused Sain: "When the end of the year, we want to take Xiaolong back to Long Island."

"Okay." Sain didn't force himself: "Then I will only be with Seger at that time."

"Is Seg coming back?" Long Ming was very surprised.

"Yes, he didn't know what my incompetent brother thought. He actually went to a remote mountain on the border of the beast tribe and said he was traveling. He only received news that he was about to come back today." Although Captain Sain scolded his younger brother in a tone, his eyes were gentle and there was a smile.

"Then I'll go find Seg to play then, can I?" Long Ming looked at Sain.

"Of course, I live in the No. 325 House on Lanyuan Avenue. I bought it several years ago. You are welcome to visit." Sain said, not knowing what he thought of, and his tone also relaxed: "You will be surprised when you see Seg."

Seeing Xiaolong tilting his head and looking at him strangely, Sain could not control his joy, and he still told the important information from his younger brother's letter.

"Seg said in the letter that he met someone who was destined to bring her back."

Everyone present suddenly remembered the mysterious prophet named Daibi.

Could it be that Seger was really entangled by her? Long Ming remembered Debi's crazy personality and suspected that the letter was written by Debi forcing Seger. After all, Debi told them that Seger was her destined person.

Oh, poor Seg.

"It's a pity that my father and mother went to the Snow Country for a trip, otherwise they would have known the news earlier."

"Segg's personality has always been unreliable, and finally there is a girl who can fall in love with him." Sain said in the end and was very happy for his younger brother.

"Where are you going?" Alger bent down and looked at Xiaolong.

"Go to His Majesty the Pope." Carlo said concisely.

"Then I won't bother you." Sain turned sideways and asked the dragon clan to pass first.

"Thank you, goodbye." Long Ming walked in front and soon disappeared.

"Let's go, Alger." Sain patted the team members on the shoulder: "Don't look."

Arjie came back to his senses: "Captain, I suddenly remembered that when I left, the windows in the room forgot to close. Now it seems that it is going to snow. The green smoke on the windowsill was wet with snow and the roots were rotten. I want to go back."

"Why are you so careless?" Sain looked at the dim sky and said helplessly: "Then you go."

"Thank you, Captain." Alger laughed happily, and ran away after a while.

On the other side, Long Ming knocked on the door of the main hall under the gaze of the guard knight.

"Come in." Pope Light's voice came after a while.

Oreo pushed open the door and everyone walked in.

His Majesty the Pope was working at his desk. He heard the sound and said without raising his head: "What's the matter? By the way, call Alan over when he goes out."

"It's me, His Majesty the Pope." Long Ming answered him slowly.

The Pope paused his pen tip, looked up and looked down, feeling a tummy heart muscle, he took a deep breath: "I can't agree to you about the Holy Crystal."

He held the bare holy staff and recited a few summoning spells in his heart.

The dragon crystal hidden in the backpack was motionless.

Pope Light pretended to be nothing and put down his holy staff and drank a cup of tea.

Long Ming had no idea that the Pope had summoned Long Jing, so he took a few steps closer: "His Majesty the Pope, can I go to the Tower of Judgment to see Brian?"

The busy and dizzy pope remembered Brian's defection to the Tower of Judgment.

He spoke for a moment and said, "I haven't found the mastermind behind helping Brian escape in the dark. The evil god's sacrifice was just resolved a few days ago. When I handle the snow disaster in the west, I will investigate this matter carefully and I will definitely give the dragon clan an explanation."

"Okay, I believe you, Your Majesty Pope, come on, you are the best." Long Ming encouraged the hard-working Pope.

Pope of Light:...He always feels something strange.

"Forget it, just go in, but it won't take too long. Well, there are only three people who can enter." His Majesty the Pope waved his hand and threw the card to the little dragon below.

"Thank you, His Majesty," Long Ming took it and decided to reduce the debt a little.

Walpura squatted in front of the Tower of Judgment and ate the last apple and was about to stand up, she smelled the familiar smell.

"Little Dragon?" The judge knight lowered the lower half of the mask and asked in confusion.

"I'm here to see my good friend Brian again." Long Ming waved and smiled cutely.

Walpura took the Pope's hand and looked at the other two.

Oreo carried his backpack and smiled slightly: "Hello."

Carlo also nodded.

Because only three people were needed, the rest returned to the original yard. Long Ming was holding the small sickle given to him by Satan, saying that he could defend himself, and it was a magical tool after all.

Although Long Ming felt that the sickle could not even peel the skin now.

"Come in." Walpura led the way.

Soon, the wooden box elevator stopped on the third floor.

Like last time, Brian was furiously explaining questions to the Rock Troll.

"I've never seen a creature that is stupider than you, I promise." Brian gritted his teeth and looked at the big guy.

"Write it quickly."

The Rock Troll scratched his big head and pointed his thick fingers back: "Brian, your good friend is here."

When Brian looked back, his nose almost turned crooked and shouted, "Who is his friend? Are you blind?"

"But, but last time he came, he brought you a small cake and honey candy." The Rock Troll retorted aggrievedly: "Only good friends will bring you delicious food."

Brian sneered: "You know what sugar-coated shells are."

"I don't know." The Rock Troll answered honestly: "I only know that the small cakes are delicious."

Brian's face was almost dripping with water, and he shook his anger.

After watching the evil spirit's frustrated and twisted expression, Long Ming greeted it in a very good mood: "My good friend Brian, I'm here to see you again~"

"Look, he is calling you, you are good friends." The Rock Troll's voice was muffled: "Only good friends will come to see you when you are in jail."

"Shut up, idiot." Brian yelled unbearably.

Walpura leaned against the wall and was about to speak when the elevator opened inexplicably. The magic cat's huge body curled up in the wooden box. When he saw the owner sticking out his tongue intimately, he licked it.
To be continued...