He is the director of the Inquisition of Morning Support Church-Ji Zui.
"Please forgive the referee’s adult. I will pay attention."
Helen said with a wry smile in her heart that you’d better converge.
Before Ji Qian took the report from Helen, I glanced at the dark eyes and there was a slight fluctuation. "I know that you have worked hard and go back to rest."
He patted Helen on the shoulder, and Helen trembled for a long time before saluting.
Ji’s hands are full of information, and a pair of eyes are lit by candlelight. "Lu Chen … Transcendental … Interesting"
That document, his hand disappeared inexplicably and was hidden in the darkness for a moment, and then the house candle fluctuated and then the figure appeared.
A white tower in the outer suburb of the holy city, a middle-aged man wearing a white vest and underpants is sitting on the sofa reading an oriental novel that has just been unearthed from the second era.
A man with bright blond hair is not very handsome because of his casual appearance at home, but he is very friendly
But at this time, his legs were crossed and his hair was clearly visible, and his slippers were half drooping with his right hand and he picked up a glass of cold beer and took a swig.
After drinking, there was a refreshing "Ah-"and directly picked up the sleeve and wiped the residual wine at the corners of the mouth.
He looked at the shadow on the side of the fireplace. "You always come unannounced."
Ji Zui walked out of the shadow and saluted respectfully "seen the Pope’s crown"
If anyone else does this again, they will be very surprised and disillusioned.
They have always worshipped the Pope as a god, but in private, such a person is like those rude sailors drifting in the sea.
"Don’t do this when you’re here. Sit down and worry about no one to drink with me."
The Pope’s crown got up and took Ji Gui to his seat, and slammed out a big cup.
Chapter one hundred Liu Xiang classmates
"I quit drinking."
Ji Ji rubbed his eyebrows. "Can you pay attention to decency?"
Hearing the story of the season’s blame, all the morning worshippers in Sistine Empire look forward to the Pope’s crown, Mr. Peter St. Greer, spitting aside and smearing "Fuck vest and underpants"
Peter picked up the goblet, tons after tons, which was filled with water and made a refreshing sound "Ah-"
Ji Chennai picked up the glass and gulped down the beer.
The fireplace on every floor of this tower is burning, and the room is as warm as spring cold beer. Seasonality is not a problem for them.
"That’s right. Don’t be so rigid. Let me see what you have in your hand."
Peter reached out and took out the report from the shadow.
"It’s an outdoorsman from Noah province, and his test results are a little surprising."
Ji said and looked at this messy decoration. "Are you too free?"
At present, men don’t live in churches, and they don’t live in city mansions. They show up at church at 9: 30 every day on time and work at 4: 30 on time.
Everyone else thinks that the Pope is busy, but in fact he has been fishing.
"You know that if I were not my teacher, I wouldn’t bother to be a fucking pope. My dream is to be a sea of stars. When I was young, I wanted to go to sea to be a pirate king."
Peter laughed with something indescribable and obscene.