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To be honest, before entering the inner sanctum, Sun Fei had imagined a thousand times in his mind what kind of pope he would see.
A noble Fox with white hair and a dignified expression, his eyes filled with wisdom and experience.
A high-ranking, aristocratic, and domineering hidden tycoon
A kind-faced, simply dressed, patriotic, and thoughtful Old Man
Or perhaps it's the silhouette of a thin, upright Fox, pen in hand, deep in thought.
In short, due to the enthusiastic introductions from Artest and High Priest Nash of Fox, and everything he had witnessed, His King was filled with curiosity and anticipation regarding the legendary experiences of this orc pope, who was very likely also a time traveler.
However, upon entering the inner hall, he realized that his previous guesses were completely wrong.
slap slap slap slap slap
A series of clear and extremely 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 sofas and coffee tables. On the opposite wall hung a plasma LCD TV, and on the low cabinet below were DVD players and other appliances, an air conditioner, a computer desk, a desktop computer, Apple iPad...
Countless things that should never exist in this world were vividly displayed before my eyes.
A crisp sound came from the other side of the rear hall, and Sun Fei's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets again.
A young man, who looked to be around twenty years old and appeared to be a college student, wearing a white tank top, floral shorts, and Nike sneakers, was playing tennis on a very nicely decorated court, sweating profusely.
Opposite him stood a stunningly beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure, long golden hair cascading down her back, and swan-like wings resembling angel wings. With each step she took, her shapely buttocks and breasts jiggled in breathtaking waves. She was happily playing ball with him.
"Oh yeah, a perfect shot! Not bad, Sharapova, your skills have improved again!"
The high school student excitedly shouted in the common language of the God and Demon era.
"It was Your Majesty who deliberately went easy on me," the Swan Clan replied sweetly.
The two of them saw Sun Fei enter when they were stuck in the dead ball.
The beautiful Swan Clan woman 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.
Speaks fluent, authentic Beijing-accented Mandarin.
This language was being spoken to Sun Fei for the first time in over three years, so much so that His Majesty the King was stunned for quite some time before he could react.
In that instant, all the guesses and mysteries found their answers.
"Okay, let's play a round 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. Unexpectedly, seeing these extremely familiar things in this inner hall, that distant yet vivid memory surged uncontrollably into his heart like a tide. Gently gripping the racket, he suddenly felt an urge to play a game of badminton with unbridled passion.
Without exchanging any unnecessary words, the two entered the arena and began to fight.
The sound of rackets striking the ball echoed densely in the empty back hall, like the sands of time pouring down frantically from an hourglass.
The college students' skills were superb. Even though Sun Fei had once been a member of the school's basketball 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 was covered in sweat and lay on his back on the court, breathing heavily.
The college student somehow got two glasses of water, and handed one to Sun Fei.
"So you're the Pope Ernst, the thousand-year-old saint the Behemoth Beastmen speak of?" Sun Fei downed his drink in one gulp and finally asked.
"Hehe, it is indeed me."
The college student was extremely young, with a sunny disposition, like a pure and innocent young man. However, his smile was rather lewd, giving Sun Fei a fleeting, unsettling feeling, as if it were all a dream, and the person sitting across from him was none other than his own 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 yet, and don't 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 from a thousand years ago, first, you must be able to match some of my couplets." Ernst laughed heartily.
Sun Fei gleaned some extremely sensitive meaning from his words.
"Listen carefully, this is a very valuable couplet, only the true person can know it, hehe," Ernst said, his composure and imposing presence completely absent from that of the Pope of the Beast God, his laughter becoming even more lewd, and he shouted, "The first line, 'Japanese and Korean adult films are the best,' 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 in vain 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 do I truly understand Mutō Ran."
Sun Fei: "Let me borrow another 500 years from heaven."
After exchanging words, the two men stood frozen in place. A long while later, the two best buddies burst into tears, embracing each other tightly, their affection as if long-lost brothers had finally reunited.
"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 was for me?" Ernst wiped his snot on Sun Fei's clothes.
"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 become King the moment you arrive, while I have to play the charlatan every day. It's even more maddening than the CET-4 and CET-6 exams!" Ernst exclaimed.
"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? You're squeezing me so hard!" Ernst cried, struggling desperately.
Sun Fei: "..."
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