"Cough cough!"
Hearing the Pope's words, Feng Xuan covered his mouth with a white handkerchief and coughed a few times before looking up at the Pope and saying:
"You two are bullying a junior, do you think I wouldn't come?"
Hearing Feng Xuan's words, the Pope's face turned cold and he said sarcastically, "You came? What use is it for you to come? Do you dare to intervene?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Feng Xuan smiled slightly, his face calm and unbothered!
Hearing Feng Xuan's words, the Pope's face changed drastically, and he said coldly: "If you intervene again, you might not live for another month!"
"Are you scared?" Feng Xuan looked at the Pope indifferently.
The Pope's pupils shrank suddenly, and he laughed in anger: "What a joke, would I be afraid of you?"
"Why so much nonsense, kill this sick ghost!" The Holy Mother seemed both afraid and resentful of Feng Xuan, and at this moment screamed, stomped her foot, and rushed towards Feng Xuan!
