Versatile Mage

"Goddess is here!"

I don't know which female sages spoke. For a time, the people who were chatting and talking about the ceremony were quiet. Everyone's eyes fell on the temple of Lizanshan.

The first thing that comes into view is the black hair as the night hair...

Each hair strand is made in a flowery and unique style. When they fall down smoothly on the white shoulder side like silk, they will beat each other with the solemn and noble pace...

The clean cloud skirt is slowly dragging on the carpet covered with olive blossoms, and the wind elves linger around this soft and slender figure, dancing with the leaves...

A pair of eyes, better than all the amazing scenery of Santorini, carefully understand the emotions hidden in the eyes, you will feel the gentleness of the masters of these eyes...

I have to admit that the newly elected goddess is perfect in conformity with the inheritance of the Parthenon in terms of image and temperament.

It’s not that she has the glory of the world, but that she shows the softness and beauty of women. For example, the same poem that never understands its meaning, it’s not just those gorgeous words. And her soul is blended with that beautiful poetry.

The saints and goddesses are clearly separated by only one position, but in the eyes of the people, the young goddess candidate has undergone a radical change, and it is not a psychological effect, or a baptism of the soul.

Ye Xin Xia is completely different from the past. Even the smile on her face is no longer as pure as in the past. It is more like a courtesy. There are more meanings in the smile, which makes people unpredictable.

People will eventually change.

Ye Xinxia felt it when he faced the mirror. The self in the mirror was judged by himself when he first entered the temple.

If it is in the past, people's attention will bring a little tension to Ye Xinxia. After all, she is often pushed to the front of the stage by the old man and the temple without any experience and psychological preparation.

This time, it was so grand and grand, it was the focus of the whole world. When we stepped on the pace, when we kept our smile, when we were blind and slightly blurred, there was not much ripple in her heart.

Every step is smooth.

Although every week the saints need to learn etiquette and grooming, this does not mean that they can be truly indifferent when they stand in front of the world.

What's more, Ye Xinxia has been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time. She hasn't really "walked" to the stage several times.

No wave, it means no joy, no tension, no pride to be proud of, obviously the last victor of this struggle, countless people pay attention, countless people cheer for themselves, countless people envy and compliment, but Ye Xinxia began to grieve .

The more flowers, the darker and paler.

The brighter the light is, the more it is impossible to suppress the arrogance and pain in the chest.

"Ye Xin Xia, is there any indication of the gods in your heart that can be conveyed to the lost world?" The Great Judgment Juerg took out the Parthenon Temple and asked Ye Xinxia who was on the altar of the goddess.

"No." Ye Xinxia replied.

Her answer immediately aroused the doubts of the people, including the great sacrifice of the judiciary.

Isn't the goddess not prepared for the manuscript?

This is a message to believers around the world, is there a sentence?

“Ye Xin Xia, will you strictly abide by the will of the Parthenon during your succession?” The Grand Jubilee Jumeier did not care about the previous process and asked the next sentence directly.

"I have never violated it so far." Ye Xinxia replied.

Falmer frowned again, including the priests of all the temples.

Was the goddess too busy yesterday, so that there is no time to draft this morning?

Even if you don’t have a manuscript, you should have published some inspiring words at such an important moment with so many years of experience as a saint. This answer is not a problem, it is a lack of...

"Ye Xin Xia, please swear by the soul and be kind to everyone who believes in the Parthenon."

"Ye Xin Xia, please swear by the soul, after you become a goddess, you will do everything you can to bring peace and peace to the world, without a drop of blood, without a trace of suffering."

"Ye Xin Xia, please swear by the soul, eternal life and loyalty to the Parthenon!"

Farmer solemnly read, every time this guide is given, it gives people a kind of command of the gods, like a huge bell echoing in everyone's mind, and will not disperse for a long time.

"I am in the heart of the summer, swear by the soul."

"After becoming a goddess, I will do my best to bring peace and peace to the world. There is no meaning for suffering, no drop... no drop... no drop of blood!"

In Ye Xinxia's throat, there seems to be a sharp edge. When she reads the last half of the sentence, the pain is presented on the face, and the difficulty is also presented in the words.

......

"唰!!!"

The voice just fell, and a blush of blood was sprayed out, and it was splashed at the foot of Ye Xinxia.

A few pieces of blood on the pure white skirt, covered with flowers on the ladder of praise, more painted red.

On the front seat, an old man in a tuxedo rolled his head down, and he sat there, and the blood in his neck swelled like a fountain.

People are stunned and unbelievably watching the old man in the tuxedo. Many people recognize him. He is the veteran of the nine hidden clan of the Parthenon. Although he lost his old mana, he still has a very high wisdom. With the network.

“噗哧!!!!!”

Before the crowd reacted, the back of the seat, a man wearing a black suit and a red lined shirt suddenly stood up, his chest was broken, blood was sprayed from his ribs, and the front row of guests It’s a few ladies, and their long hair is full of the blood of this black suit man! !

“噗哧哧~~~~~~~~~~~”

The blood flower is better than the fireworks. Everything is very sudden. In the thousands of seats in front of the tribute, the blood of the uniformity is splashed into a bunch of scarlet roses in the air. The thick smell is diffused, and the fear spreads rapidly!

In the crowd, the Mai woman was shocked, and her eyes glanced at the crowd, apparently locking in the murderers who made this extremely **** case!

The strength of this murderer is so strong that he can kill so many people in such a short period of time.

"Adult, your disciple... The Pope has done it for us!" Ma Yi Yanqiu felt a huge threat.

"The Pope's man is also dead." Saran looked at the man in the red suit of the black suit.

He is an Italian cardinal.

When Saran saw the Italian cardinal before, he could feel the uncontrollable joy of the colleague.

Once upon a time, the head of the Black Holy See was able to sit on an international ceremony like a world leader, but he was broken open, and at the moment he fell in a pool of blood, his face was full of shock and doubt!