To be honest, before entering the rear hall, Sun Fei had imagined countless times what kind of [ Beast God Temple ] Pope he would see once inside.
A noble Fox with white hair and a dignified expression, his eyes filled with wisdom and a sense of experience.
A high-ranking, aristocratic, and domineering hidden tycoon?
A kind-faced, simply dressed, patriotic, and thoughtful Old Man?
Or perhaps it was the silhouette of a thin, upright Fox, pen in hand, deep in thought?
In short, because of the inspiring introductions from Artest and High Priest Nash of Fox, and everything he had seen in the [ City of Behemoths ], King Majesty the King was filled with curiosity and anticipation for the legendary experiences of this orc pope who was very likely also a time traveler.
However, after entering the inner hall, he realized that his previous guesses were completely wrong.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
A series of clear and familiar voices rang out, awakening Sun Fei's long-dormant memories.
Looking around, the rear hall was extremely spacious.
However, the interior decor gave Sun Fei the illusion of returning to the world of his past life. The walls were painted white, with electric lights installed on them. The ceiling was painted with blue sky and white clouds. Not far away was a living room-like setting with a sofa and coffee table. On the opposite wall hung a plasma high-frequency LCD TV, and on the low cabinet below were DVD players and other home appliances, an air conditioner, a computer desk, a desktop LCD computer, Apple iPad...
Countless things that could never possibly exist in this world were vividly displayed before my eyes.
A crisp sound came from the other side of the back hall, and Sun Fei's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets again.
A young man, who looked to be only about twenty years old and appeared to be a college student, was playing tennis on a very nice court, wielding a racket and sweating profusely. He was wearing a white vest, floral shorts, and Nike sneakers.
Opposite him was a stunningly beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure, long golden hair like a waterfall, and swan-like wings on her back. With each step she took, her shapely buttocks and breasts jiggled in breathtaking waves. She was happily playing ball with him.
"Wow, that was a great shot! Not bad, Sharapova, your skills have improved again!"
The high school students shouted excitedly in the common language of the era of gods and demons.
"It was Your Majesty who deliberately went easy on me," the Swan Clan replied sweetly.
While the two were stuck in this dead ball, they saw Sun Fei enter.
The beautiful Swan Clan understood something, Sun Fei from afar, and then smiled as she walked out of the inner hall.
Only the college student and Sun Fei remained in the space.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Want to play a game?" The college student tossed Sun Fei a racket and suggested with a smile.
Sun Fei was struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.
He heard Mandarin.
He speaks fluent, authentic Beijing-accented Mandarin.
This language was heard by Sun Fei for the first time in more than three years, so much so that His Majesty the King was stunned for a long time before he reacted.
In that instant, all the guesses and mysteries found their answers.
"Okay, let's play a game then," Sun Fei replied in his almost forgotten Mandarin.
At that moment, he didn't know what he was feeling.
So many years have passed, and he thought he had forgotten everything from his past life. But unexpectedly, seeing these extremely familiar things in this back hall, that distant yet clear memory surged into his heart like an unstoppable tide. Gently holding the racket in his hand, he suddenly had an urge to play a game of ball to his heart's content.
Without exchanging any further words, the two entered the arena and began to fight.
Snap!
Snap!
The sound of rackets hitting the ball echoed densely in the empty back hall, like the sands of time pouring down in a frantic hourglass.
The college students' ball skills were superb. Even though Sun Fei had once been a member of the school's team, he had become much more rusty and was clearly no match for them. After three games, he lost completely.
Having controlled his strength, he was so exhausted after the game that he lay on his back on the court, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
The college student somehow got two glasses of water and handed one to Sun Fei.
"Are you the Pope Ernst, the thousand-year-old saint mentioned by the Behemoth Beastmen?" Sun Fei asked after downing his drink in one gulp.
"Hehe, it is indeed me."
The college student was extremely young, with a sunny disposition, like a pure and innocent young man. However, when he spoke, his smile was rather lewd, giving Sun Fei a momentary illusion, as if it were all a dream, and the person sitting opposite him was none other than his lewd and irresponsible college roommates.
"I never expected to see these things here," Sun Fei sighed. "By the way, how did you get here?"
"Haha, don't be sentimental or ask so many questions. I can't tell you anything for now. To confirm that you are indeed the one I've been waiting for, according to the agreement made a thousand years ago, first, you must be able to match some of my couplets." Ernst laughed heartily.
Sun Fei sensed something extremely sensitive in his words.
"Listen carefully, this is a very valuable couplet, only the real person can know it, hehe," Ernst showed none of the composure and imposing aura befitting the Pope of the Beast God, his smile becoming even more lewd, and he shouted loudly, "The first line, 'Japanese and Korean porn are the top choices,' you come up with the next line, quick, quick, quick!"
"Pfft!" Sun Fei spat out a mouthful of water, coughed a few times, and after a long while, said with a black line on his face, "Of course I want to see Mutō Ran."
"Haha, great! You really didn't disappoint me. Listen carefully, the second line is: 'People don't know Mutō Ran...'"
Sun Fei: "Watching all those pornographic films is pointless."
Ernst: "Even if I knew Mutō Ran..."
Sun Fei: "It's all for naught if you don't watch porn."
Ernst: "Watching porn is natural."
Sun Fei: "Why bother getting to know Mutō Ran?"
Ernst: "I don't know Mutō Ran."
Sun Fei: "Wouldn't it be a waste to have lived 100 years?"
Ernst: "Only today did I learn about Mutō Ran."
Sun Fei: "Let's borrow another 500 years from Heaven."
After exchanging words, the two men stood frozen in place. After a long while, the two best buddies burst into tears and hugged each other tightly, as if they were long-lost brothers who had finally met.
"Fellow villager, after a thousand years, I never thought I'd finally meet a living person. Living with a bunch of wild beasts every day, do you know how hard it has been for me?" Ernst wiped his snot on Sun Fei's body.
"Yeah, yeah, everyone in this world is a violent Barbarian. Life without computers, Weibo, QQ, and porn is like hell!" Sun Fei changed the color of his clothes.
"Waaah, you're so lucky! You come here as King right away, while I have to play the charlatan every day. It's even more frustrating than the CET-4 and CET-6 exams!" Ernst.
"You know nothing! I accidentally transmigrated into the body of an idiot, and I almost got killed right from the start..." Sun Fei.
"Waaaaah, can you let go of me? Damn it, you're squeezing me so tight!" Ernst cried, struggling desperately.
Sun Fei: "..."
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