The clear water flowed over Jin Yu's body, and then flowed down in unspeakable arcs.

She put down the bucket and then immersed in the bathtub.

There was no petals on the water, nor was there anything like rubber duck bubble bath.

That's a tank of clear water, and nothing else.

Jinyu raised his head, leaned the back of his head against the edge of the tank, and then recalled his dream just now.

It was a nightmare.

It was a nightmare that lingered her for many years.

Every time she dreams of that person's face, her body will tremble unconsciously.

Although she is powerful and has no choice but to fight, that person is definitely not her opponent.

However, the fear that came from the spirit always made her give up on fighting.

The fist made of steel became soft and weak, and the heart that was invincible with poison became riddled with holes.

This is exactly the deepest fear in her heart.

...

"The nun Jasmine cuts out nun, the nun shining bead particles, the confusing nun Lan Yue, the iron fist nun Jin Yu... found it."

Looking through the honor list information of the Heretic Interrogation Department, I finally saw the familiar name among the names of many nuns.

At the same time, I also saw their personal information.

Jin Yu, twenty-two years old, female, born in the city of Star Weaving and National Moon Song.

Twenty-two years old.

This is the data from seventeen years ago.

In other words, Jin Yu is almost forty years old now.

It turns out that she is already forty.

It's really unexpected.

It turns out that she is a woman with the perfect appearance, and she has no flaws at all.

After putting down Jin Yu's information, I turned to pick up another document I just found on the road.

"List of the Wild Ye Kingdom Magician Association".

This document clearly records the list of all members from the establishment of the Magisters Association to the present and the related deeds of those famous mages, and belongs to national documents.

Turning the time to seventeen years ago, I easily found the list of newcomers, and easily found the familiar one among the names of those newcomers.

Rin Slater, recommended by the Star Weaver Magician Association, is a representative of the fourth energy-plastic school of Star Weaver. He has an assessment level S and is 25 years old.

Twenty-five years old.

In other words, Rin Slater, whom I met at that time, was already forty-two years old.

Seventeen years.

This number is really a subtle number.

I looked at the three seals in my hand, each of which was so exquisitely carved, even without flaws.

When Rin Slater carved these three seals, what he thought was infinite love.

"Elys." I shouted softly.

"Ah." Her voice was as crisp and beautiful as usual, like a clear spring.

"How old are you?" Although I already know the answer to this question, I still asked it knowingly.

"The age of a woman is the highest secret!" Elise said dissatisfied.

"You're not a woman yet," I smiled, "Tell me quickly."

"Sixteen." Her figure floated out and gave me a blank look. "Didn't you know it a long time ago? Why are you asking this?"

"Is this true?" I looked at her with a wry smile, wondering if I should tell her about this.

In the end, I picked up the document in my hand.

...

The mist believer waved the sap in his hand.

"I'm sorry." He looked at the bent back of the old man in front of him and apologized sincerely.

‘Ba.’

"I said." The old man stretched out his hand and strangled the stick that came from the hands of the fogman, like an iron pliers. "You can't apologize first and then hit someone."

Before the mist believer could react from the unexpected situation in front of him, the old man then pulled out the stick in his hand and threw it aside.

As the stick took off, the mist believer's body leaned forward for a moment.

And it was at this moment when he leaned forward that the old man's other hand was empty and moved.

He gently pushed out his palm and imprinted it on the unprepared abdomen of the Mist Trustee.

The force of that palm was extremely gentle, as if cotton was falling on the water.

However, even if the feathers fall on the water, they will spread out layers of water waves.

"Cough!" The mist believer squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was ejected like a cannonball, hitting the wall.

"I'm sorry, young man." The old man looked at the miserable Misty Trust, folded his hands and bowed, "Although hitting someone first and apologizing is not a good behavior, I can only do this."

"Don't worry, you won't have anything to do. I never die when I take action, I just want to teach you a lesson."

The mist believer leaned against the wall and coughed violently, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

"Don't think that the elderly are the ones that are easy to bully." The old man smiled slightly.

The mist believer knew very well that he had lost this time to underestimate the enemy.

But he also understood that even if he was ready, he might not be able to touch a finger of the old man in front of him.

What a monster person.

"Can I know your name?" The mist believer raised his head slightly, and the sky in front of him was shining with the guidance of Qimingxing.

The old man opened his mouth slightly.

...

The bathroom was filled with steam, and Jin Yu's graceful figure could only be vaguely visible.

She wiped her body, and what appeared in her mind was still the scene before the person died.

That's right, the person who brought her nightmare was already dead.

It is precisely because of this that she feels fearless without saying anything.

After all, there are always ways for living people to deal with, while the dead are not.

Whenever Jin Yu thinks of this person, he feels that the pope robe on his body is full of sin.

He took out the underwear from the changing basket and fastened it on his body. Jinyu wiped the mirror in the bathroom.

What is reflected in the mirror is a perfect face, even under which a forty-year-old soul is hidden.

She stared at the glass, and always felt that behind this glass was a face she didn't want to see the least.

It's still that person.

In the rising mist, Jin Yu exhaled a breath of mist, covering the clear mirror with a layer of chaos again.

Only in this way can she cover the nightmare face hidden deep in her soul.

...

"I don't believe it." Elise told me clearly what she thought.

"I don't believe that Jinyu will be my mother, and that Rin Slater is my father." She shook her head and strongly denied.

"If she was really my mother, why would she abandon me?" She threw out the argument and wanted to refute my point of view.

I smiled and took out another document.

This is a record of the Star Weaving Kingdom, which describes Jin Yu's journey in the church.

"Because she became the pope in the year you were born." I pointed to the line of words on it, "As a pope, she must not be able to keep you."

"But when I say this, it's strange that the old pope died." I noticed the comment below, which read the cause of the old pope's death.

"Old Pope, who is that?"

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Chapter completed!