Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 251 He is not an enemy

On the right hand of Mark is Barbara, the goddess of dancing. She is wearing a pink V-neck long-sleeved T-shirt today. The pencil skirt of the same color makes the hot figure unobstructed.Even though she was sitting there quietly like this, Vivian always felt that she seemed to be... Acting like a baby?
Litchel, the goddess of literature at her starting position, is holding a stack of manuscript paper and a quill pen that can be seen as an artifact at a glance. She seems to be writing, but in fact it gives people the feeling of drawing a talisman.

On Mark's left is Muse, the goddess of music. She put her hands lightly on her lower abdomen, carefully studying the music score in front of her, with her red lips slightly opened and closed, obviously reading the score silently.

The muse is the goddess Peting who is holding a paintbrush and writing and painting, but the style of painting is a bit strange-a slender white jade arm stretches out from one oil painting, holding a paintbrush to paint another In painting, every stroke of oil paint splashes with a touch of divine brilliance.

With the presence of four goddesses at the same time, which mortal would not feel the pressure?

As if sensing Vivienne's embarrassment, Mark waved his hand: "You guys go down first."

"Yes—" four uniform voices, four different etiquette.

Not knowing what to do, Mark remembered the bright stalk before crossing to "change the batch".

Cough, far away.

The goddesses left, Vivian and the others naturally felt less stressed.

Mark didn't put on any airs, and came up with a smile, and first gave his old friend, Bishop Albert, a warm hug.

"Long time no see, Uncle Albert."

Bishop Albert is his grandfather's closed disciple. In terms of kinship, he can barely be called an uncle.When Mark yelled like this, it was considered to have given the name of the relationship.

Albert was slightly stunned, and immediately showed a bright smile: "My lord, you still call me Albert, I'm more used to it."

Times have changed, and Mark is no longer the young man who needs the power of his family to survive.The difference in strength and status, plus the inseparable relationship with the family in the early years, how to deal with the family affairs of the Destiny family is very sensitive and headache for an outsider like Albert.

Now that Mark took the initiative to admit his relatives, that could not have been a better ending.

Not to mention the Twin Goddesses, at least the Destiny family has been completely preserved.

In front of Abner and Dida, Mark wanted to shake hands more cordially, but the two simply knelt down on one knee.

"Homeless people, come to your lord to ask for a shelter." Abner said.

"Did the family bring it?"

"Bring it."

"Then stay here." Mark said softly, setting names for each other.

When it was Vivienne's turn at last, the other three bowed with great interest and retreated collectively, leaving Vivienne alone here.

"Wait, I..." Vivienne wanted to stop her, but she didn't know how to speak better. After hesitating, the two unrepentant teammates ran away.

In the huge living room, she and Mark were the only ones left.

In fact, Mark was also a little embarrassed. He didn't know what expression to use to face Vivienne.

He just instinctively felt that Vivienne was not simple, because the dice of fate had been moved a little too many times for her.Her demise actually clearly appeared in his future vision, which meant that her development in the parallel world could not be said to be bad, and it was more likely to be a different kind of sharpness, such as becoming a powerful female demon god or something.

It's a pity that even though Vivienne stood in front of her so prettyly, Mark still couldn't see through the fog of fate lingering around her.

This is very strange!
It stands to reason that with such a high level of destiny dice, there are not many threads of fate that cannot be dealt with.But even the four goddesses of art couldn't see through, so they couldn't see through Vivienne's fate?

Forget it, forget it.

Since once he let go of Vivienne, the girl would have a chance to die suddenly, so Mark just didn't let her go.

When the door of the living room slammed shut, Vivienne suddenly felt Mark put his arms around her waist.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Vivienne was so embarrassed that she wanted to push Mark away subconsciously, but she hesitated again when she pressed her hand on Mark's chest.

A momentary hesitation led to Slimyao falling into the opponent's hands.

At this moment, Mark saw his and Vivienne's threads of fate entangled themselves, and then a large cluster of black threads peeled off her body and flew away.

He was even more sure that he was probably going to be a scumbag to the end.

"Hey, Vivienne, when are you going to face me seriously?"

Facing Mark's scorching gaze, Vivian subconsciously turned her gaze away: "I, I don't want to face you bastard."

"I'm an asshole?"

"Of course! I can tell at a glance that you are persecuting those goddesses!" Vivienne's teeth itch suddenly.This guy is too provocative, even if he was a princess before, he didn't even let the goddess go.Such a blasphemous fellow, simply, simply...

Vivian suddenly found that she couldn't continue cursing.

"Gods with backbone will choose to die rather than surrender! Their choice is to attach themselves to the strong, that's all."

Attached to the strong?

Vivian suddenly realized that she was not like this?

Her mother was on board, but her mother's thoughts were on the Carlos family.Before coming this time, the Carlos family made it clear to her more than once that they hoped that she could help bring some young people from the Carlos family and leave more ways for the family.

She found that in the end, she was no different from those goddesses.

It's just that she still has the last reserve.

"Mark, they are obviously more beautiful and noble than me. Why don't you let me go, I have nothing good. You see, I have thick hands, and I don't know how to do housework, and I don't know how to please men..."

Hearing her concession words, Mark found it very interesting: "The Valkyrie of the Night, full of heroic spirit, is actually quite cute."

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about, I, I, I..."

After the overly handsome face approached, Vivian couldn't say anything.

……

……

Mark was content.When he clicked on the system by the way, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait! One...ten...hundred...thousand...ten thousand...what is going on with these ten thousand god-level destiny points?"

At the same time, in the Great Cathedral of the Night, the capital of the Wright Empire, Knight the Whip of the Night was performing evening prayers as usual, when suddenly the surrounding vision seemed to be stained with thick ink.

No need to ask, this is the divine power of Lady Evernight fluctuating.

Based on his rich experience, Knight judged that the goddess was angry.

"Ms. Heiye, your enemy is my enemy. Please order to crusade against the enemy of God!"

"No, it's okay, he's not an enemy... forget it."

Knight noticed sensitively, the goddess didn't say 'he', but 'he'?
(End of this chapter)