Versatile Mage

After a long silence, my hands were gently placed on the armrests, and I did not pay attention to the accusation of Yizhai.

"Nothing else, I will go back to rest first." When the heart turned back, I said this to Yi Zhiyao.

Yizhi yarn did not move the steps. Her eyes were like a snake king in the jungle, staring at it. It was better to see the heart of the heart from the skin to the soul.

When Ye Xinxia completely walked out of her sight, Yizhe was still in the same place. She showed a bright smile in the direction of her heart, just like she finally found a big secret, but smiled and smiled at her. The emotions slowly change again, become temperatureless, become angry at first, and finally become a bit strange!

Perhaps even the yarn of Yi Yi can't think of it. In the end, the person who runs for himself will be Ye Xinxia. Of course, the most sorrowful of Yi Zhi is still the soul!

As a **** god, during the period of being a goddess, Izai has never been recognized by the soul, which has caused countless people to criticize her stage.

Even though she has the power, there are not a few forces that dare to resist in the entire Parthenon. Because there is no soul, every thing she does, with a little bit of embarrassment, will involve “not being recognized by God”. !

An unrecognized goddess.

A goddess who relies on killing, by intimidation, by power, and forcibly occupying the position of goddess!

This is the majority of the evaluations obtained by Yoshizawa.

Look at Ye Xinxia! !

Just because she has the soul, even if she does something trivial, there will always be some devout factions of the ancient gods. If she has made great contributions in other areas, she will be crowned by many people.

God's chosen woman!

Such a saint, if she does not support her supreme belief in the Parthenon, even the gods will cast aside them! !

When Ye Xinxia went to the Parthenon, she had nothing, even a trainee waitress.

Because of the soul, because of the superstition of the temple and other old sages to the soul...

Then he pushed such a negligible girl to the position of being equal to himself, and even became the enemy of his re-election!

Then everything that she had done before, all the sacrifices she had made before, became meaningless!

Resurrection of the gods.

She designed her own death and then resurrected from the crystal hail. It is not just to let people know that her yin yarn still holds the resurrection magic even if there is no soul. She can die and resurrect is the best example.

But when she really woke up from the crystal coffin, she found that everything changed.

The Parthenon is the soul of God, the choice of God, whether it is recognized by the soul, not the supreme magic.

Or in the stage of taking over the Parthenon, those who have long been dissatisfied, they finally found a way to vent their liberty, that is, unconditionally support their competitors.

Yizhi Yarn stands at the crossroads of the Temple of the Holy Virgin.

Her face is getting more and more ugly.

In order to be re-elected, the price she paid was unimaginable!

In the end, I am likely to be overthrown by this group of people who have been expecting to fall down! !

Clearly removed the world's most threatening person, Wentai.

Even if Wentai is dead, his soul seems to still stay in this world, and he controls it all in the dark.

......

Returning to the Temple of the Virgin, the yarn of Iraqi is indifferent.

The female sage Merle came face to face, and the solemn tribute to the yarn of Iraq. This ceremony is not the same as usual. The body bends a lot, close to a half-baked posture, and the whole head is completely complete. Buried down.

"What are you doing?" asked Yoshi's yarn frowning.

"The salute." The female sage Merle smiled.

"I know." The tone of Yoshi's yarn is very blunt.

She has been in the Parthenon for so many years, how can she not distinguish the difference between several kinds of salutes, the female sage Merlot is obviously a gesture to the goddess, but the campaign is not over, before the results appear, this etiquette It should not appear on any occasion, including private homes.

"His Royal Highness, you are still so rigorous. I just think that the position of God and the woman is not yours. I have not done this for many years. I am afraid that I will be unfamiliar. So practice the practice and avoid getting any mistakes when you succeed. But it will be ridiculed by other sages." Female sage Merlot continued.

"Don't do such a boring thing anymore." Yi Zhi's face is cold and has no interest in Mei Le's flattery.

She doesn't like this useless red tape. If a person is really enough to control everything, she doesn't care about this kind of surface etiquette.

What she needs is the respect and fear of everyone from the heart!

"Yes, Your Highness." Merle looked a little embarrassed. She thought that her little cleverness could ask for a smile from the Yoshizawa. She hurriedly shifted the subject. "Someone sent a lot of beautiful little jars."

"I saw it." Izawa saw it as soon as he entered the Temple of the Virgin. Merlot had placed these beautiful little jars very well. This is the only thing that Yizhai has felt pleasing in these few days. .

"It must be sent to people who are very familiar with you. The people who sent it are also dedicated to me. The things inside are sealed and stored. You have to wait for you to come back and open it yourself. It seems that every different pattern is different. Gift, probably this old friend of yours is also celebrating in advance for you." Merle said.

Merlot used to follow the yarn of Iraq very early, and Mei Le's usual habits and hobbies are very familiar.

Yizhai does not like the exquisite objects that most female waitresses and female geniuses love, including jewelry, expensive clothes, and luxury gardens. She has no interest, only the beautiful and uniquely shaped art jars carved out of the outer skin. Special love.

In the place where she lives, there will always be a variety of flower pots, green bottles, ancient porcelain, and replacements will be made at regular intervals.

Even so, there are very few people who know that Yoshi's yarn has this hobby, so Merlot determined that these art jars collected from all over the world must be sent by acquaintances of Yoshi's Yarn. Very careful one is also very concerned. I was sent by a person of Yoshizawa.

Yizhe went to the exhibition hall in front of the exhibition hall, looked at one of the short small jars, took it with him, and then opened the small cover of the blade.

I thought it was filled with some exotic spices, but a half-mild taste was passed from inside.

The smell of the yarn on the Iraqi yarn has been somewhat dissatisfied, but when she completely sees the contents of the jar, her face suddenly changes! ! !

"Snapped!!!!!"

The delicate jar was thrown on the ground by the yin of Yoshi, the pieces spattered, and the gray powder inside was spilled out.