If Ziyun still doesn't understand what happened now, then Ziyun will be in vain.

Although Archbishop Chrys is the archbishop of the temple in Noxus, he can be said to be a character who stomps the entire city of Noxus.

But looking at the entire Bourbon Empire, Archbishop Clayce is just a small character. No one will care, let alone know that the cavalry of the Titan Empire is about to attack the Storm Valley.

At that time, Ziyun was still puzzled. Such important and hidden news was not something that Archbishop Chrys could not know. Now when he heard Archbishop Chrys say that the Saint had arrived in Noxus, he understood that this was the news brought by the Saint, and it was just conveyed with the help of Archbishop Chrys' mouth.

"I don't know what saint is going to come to us." Ziyun said with a smile.

"I'm wondering, too." Chrys said with a wry smile.

This is not that Archbishop Chrys doesn't want to inform Ziyun and Duran about what he knows, but that Chrys has never figured out what the Saint wanted to do when he came here.

After the saint came to her temple, she prayed every day, then practiced and was close to the people, and she really never did the rest.

After thinking for a long time, Archbishop Chrys also carefully whispered the story of the Saint coming here.

But the saint smiled and did not answer.

I also asked about the language of God written by Ziyun, but if the Saint had either smiled it or looked at him, it would have made Archbishop Chrys not understand the reason.

Furthermore, the Saint is a person who is only lower than the Pope in the entire Sun Temple system. He is not the one who is a small archbishop who can ask questions. He can only have a smile on his face and feel inexplicable.

Ziyun frowned and said, "Is it about the language of God?"

Chrys smiled in shock, spread his hands and said, "It seems that nothing can be hidden from your eyes. I did report the language of God you wrote to the Pope, but I don't know what's going on in the current situation."

Duran said in surprise: "What? The God's Language written by Ziyun? Why don't I know about this?"

"We weren't like we were now," Chrys said with a smile at Duran,

Duran smiled and didn't care. After all, what Chrys said was the truth. Didn't he have a lot of things he didn't tell Chrys?

This is the previous secret contest.

"Ziyun, do you know the language of gods?" Duran asked to Ziyun.

Ziyun smiled and said, "I know something when I dream."

"Then how much do you know?" Duran asked.

Ziyun thought to himself, I don’t know how many Chinese characters are there, and I haven’t counted them.

"Not much," Ziyun said with a dry laugh.

"The language of God is rich in divine power. If the chanter uses the language of God, his strength will double." Chrys said with a smile.

"Miss Xiahua, have you learned a lot of God's language from you again?" Chrys said with a smile.

Ziyun hurriedly gave Chrys a few glances, and looked at Duran's face still, then he smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just taught her some war songs."

"War Song? Fighting Song?" Chrys said in surprise.

"Yes." Ziyun nodded and said.

"Can you read it to us?" Chrys asked.

"Of course, it's something that comes out at your mouth." Ziyun said with a smile.

“Whether the sword is directed to the northern territory;

The setting sun is like blood, flowing on the journey southward;

The flags were flying, summoning the war drums that advanced eastward;

The yellow sand is long and cannot stop the footsteps of the Western Expedition.

Since ancient times, many heroes can be killed but not humiliated;

Loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve both sides of the body since ancient times, so I have left my parents with tears in my eyes.

[Where is! The enemy! Our army! The mighty! The martial arts!

The blood-stained battle robe is the most beautiful dress for men;

The corpse of horses is the heroic home;

He was full of swords and spears, and he picked up the heads of the captives;

The chariots rolled, crushing the corpses of barbarians.

The enemy and our enemies have never been in harmony since ancient times, and the enemy and our enemies have clearly distinguished;

Since ancient times, no one has died, and his loyalty follows history books.

The wind and clouds are against the current and the enemy is defeated, and the enemy is immediately vowed to destroy Hu!

[Those who offend me! Even if it is far away, it will be punished!]” Ziyun said in a low voice.

"What a devil who offends me will be punished even if it is far away. Domineering." Chrys said excitedly.

"Can you understand?" Ziyun looked at Chrys in surprise and said.

"Haha, I am the archbishop of the temple. Although I don't know much about the language of God, I know a little." Chrys said with a smile.

Of course, Duran couldn't understand at all, but from these pronunciations, Duran also heard the raging fighting spirit of this song, and the arrogance and power that despise everything.

"This is the language of God." Duran sighed.

If you don’t understand the meaning, just listening to the pronunciation of the words can make your blood boil. If you sing it out of the chanter’s mouth, you can imagine how powerful it is.

That was definitely a shocking effect.

"Let's go to the temple to pay homage to the saint, and tell the saint the war song too." Chrys immediately grabbed Ziyun's wrist and was about to walk outside.

"Slow down, I haven't told my father-in-law that I want to take Xianya." Ziyun said hurriedly.

"I can't take care of my daughter when she grows up, so let me go." Duran said with a faint smile.

"Haha, Duran has agreed. What else do you have to say? Let's go." Chrys pulled Ziyun out without waiting for Ziyun to say a scene.

"The language of God, the genius of the soul engraving master. These are just enough to become my son-in-law. Three holy places and four aristocratic families. Humph, what kind of ability do you have in front of the huge temple?" Duran said with a smile in his heart.

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Ziyun was pulled toward the temple by Chrys. Ziyun said helplessly: "Don't be so anxious."

"You are not in a hurry. The Saint is here with me every day. Can I do it if I am not in a hurry?" Chrys said depressedly.

"The saint is here, I am like I am carrying a thorn on my back. I feel uncomfortable and dare not speak loudly." Chrys rolled his eyes and said.

"It won't be so bad, right?" Ziyun said speechlessly.

"You'll know if you try it. I won't accompany you. You can go by yourself." Chrys pulled Ziyun to the entrance of the temple, walked through the square, and came to the corridor of the inner hall, and said with his hands down.

"Which room is it?" Ziyun said with a twitching corner of her mouth, feeling helpless that Chrys was so afraid of the Saint.

Is a big man so scared?

"It's in the room you used to live in." Krys said.

"No," Ziyun said in surprise.

"Don't be so beautiful, you're done with anything inside again. You kid, even the saint wants to do it?" Chrys said with a smile.

"Sin, sin, I didn't say this." Ziyun smiled and walked towards the room he originally lived here.

It was the innermost room in the entire inner hall, and it was quiet.

"How to get in? What do you say after you go in?" Ziyun thought to herself as she walked.

No matter what, the saint is always a saint, and its majesty is still very great. I think when I first saw the saint, I was also nervous.

"What should I say?" Ziyun unconsciously came to the door of the room, sighed, thinking that he should give it his best.

What else can you do to yourself?

Thinking of this, Ziyun pushed open the door and opened her mouth and was about to say, "Saint, I..."

The two white balls were shining, Ziyun's eyes were a little dizzy.

Among the white flowers, two red cherries were facing Ziyun's eyes.
Chapter completed!