"Trouble comes uninvited," they say.
With his neck being choked, An Yeran could feel the pain. The Pope squeezed hard, but luckily her neck was protected by scales so the pain was not excruciating.
The Pope looked at the boy in a gentle manner, tightened his grip on the girl in his arms, and chuckled, "My Lord, have you made up your mind?
He cast down his gaze and gently stroked the girl's hair, sighed, "Divine Being, there's not much time for you to deliberate because…" His words was abruptly interrupted as his wrist was tightly seized by a firm grip that seemed about to crush him.
The girl pushed herself up and fiercely elbowed the Pope in his lower abdomen, forcing him to let go of her neck. Swiftly, she turned around and threw a fistful swing at the Pope's right cheek, with such force it almost broke his tooth.
Traces of blood spurted from the Pope's mouth, An Yeran grabbed his collar and slammed him onto the ground with a "thud".
"Hostage?! You fucking kidnapped me?!"