"The goddess is here!"

I don’t know which female sage spoke, but for a while they were chatting and talking, the people on the mountain platform calmed down, and everyone’s eyes fell on the hall of Lizan Mountain.

The first thing that caught my eye was the black hair as dark as night...

Each strand of hair is woven as unique as inflorescences. When they hang smoothly on the snow-white shoulders like silk, they rub each other with a rhythmic pace...

The end of the Jieyun skirt slowly drags on the carpet covered with olive flowers, and the wind elves linger next to this soft and slender figure, dancing with the leaves and petals...

A pair of eyes is better than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini. If you carefully experience the emotions hidden in the eyes, you will feel the endless tenderness of the owner of these eyes...

It has to be admitted that the newly elected goddess is perfectly in line with the inheritance of the Parthenon in terms of image and temperament.

It is not that she has a prosperous face that is fascinating, but that she fully displays the softness and beauty of women, like a poem that will never fully understand its meaning. What attracts people is not only the gorgeous rhetoric, but also her soul, which blends with the beautiful poetry.

The Saint and the Goddess are clearly just a position separated, but in people's eyes, the young Goddess candidates have undergone a complete transformation. I don't know whether it is the psychological effect or the baptism of the soul.

Ye Xinxia is completely different from the past. Even the smile on her face is no longer as pure as in the past, but more like a maintenance of etiquette. The smile has more meanings and is unpredictable.

People will change eventually.

Ye Xinxia felt when she faced the mirror that the self in the mirror was completely different from the self when she first entered the temple.

If it were in the past, people's attention would bring Ye Xinxia a little nervous. After all, many times she was pushed to the front of the stage by the palace mother and the old man in the temple without any experience or psychological preparation.

This time, so grand and grand this time is the focus of the whole world. However, when she takes steps and keeps her smile, her eyes are bright and slightly confused, there is not much turmoil in her heart.

Every step is smooth.

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

What's more, Ye Xinxia spent a long time sitting in a wheelchair, and she didn't really "walk" to the front of the stage several times.

Without waves, it means no joy, no tension, and nothing to be proud of. It is clearly the final winner of this struggle, countless people are paying attention, countless people cheer for themselves, countless people envy and compliments, but Ye Xinxia begins to be sad.

The more colorful the flowers are, the darker and pale the heart is.

The more bright the lights are, the more unable to suppress the mania and pain in the chest.

"Ye Xinxia, ​​do the gods in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused world?" The high priest Falmo took out the Parthenon sacred textbook and asked Ye Xinxia who had ascended the altar of the goddess.

"No." Ye Xinxia replied.

Her answer immediately aroused everyone's doubts, including the high priest Farmo, who was stunned.

Didn’t the goddess prepare the manuscript?

This is a message to believers all over the world, not a single word?

"Ye Xinxia, ​​will you strictly abide by the will of the Parthenon during your succession?" The high priest Farmo didn't care about the previous process and asked the next question directly.

"I have not violated it so far." Ye Xinxia replied.

Farmo frowned again, including all the priests of the Temple of Faith.

Was the goddess so busy yesterday that she didn’t have time to memorize the manuscript this morning?

Even if I haven't memorized the manuscript, with so many years of experience as a saint, I should have published some inspiring words at such an important moment. This answer cannot be considered a problem, it is just a little missing...

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear with your soul and treat everyone who believes in the Parthenon."

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear with your soul. After becoming a goddess, you will do your best to bring peace and peace to the world without a drop of blood or a trace of suffering."

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear with your soul and be loyal to the Parthenon forever!"

Farmo read solemnly that every guidance declaration gave people a kind of divine command, like a huge bell echoing in everyone's mind, and it would not dissipate for a long time.

"I, Ye Xinxia, ​​swear with my soul."

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

There seemed to be a sharp blade in Ye Xinxia's throat. When she recited the second half of this sentence, pain was presented to her face, and difficulties were presented to her words.

...

"Swish!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a squirt of bright red blood splashed out, splashing freely at Ye Xinxia's feet.

A few blood spots were stained on the pure and flawless white skirt, and the flowers covered with praise stairs were even more covered with bright red.

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

People were shocked and looked at the old man in tuxedo in disbelief. Many people recognized him as the elder of the nine Yin clans of the Parthenon. Although he had lost all his old magic power, he still had extremely high wisdom and connections.

"Puchi!!!!"

Before everyone could react, a man wearing a black suit and a red shirt in the back of the seat suddenly stood up. His chest was broken and blood was sprayed from his ribs. The guests in the front row were several ladies, and their long fragrant hair was covered with the blood of the man in the black suit!!

"Puchichi~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Blood flowers are better than fireworks, everything comes extremely suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the stage, uniform blood splashed in the air into bunches of scarlet roses, a strong fishy smell spread, and fear spreads rapidly!

In the crowd, the woman in Mai was so shocked that she stood up. Her eyes were sharply scanning the crowd, obviously locking in on the murderers who created this rapid bloody case!

This murderer is so strong that he can kill so many people in such a short time.

"Sir, your disciple... The Pope has taken action against us!" Mai Yan Qiu felt a huge threat.

"The Pope's man is dead, too." Salang looked at the man in a black suit and red lining.

He is the Italian Cardinal.

When Salang saw the Italian Cardinal before, he could feel the irresistible joy of his colleague.

Once upon a time, the head of the Black Holy See could sit openly at an international ceremony like the world leader, but the moment he was broken open and fell into a pool of blood, his face was filled with shock and doubt!
Chapter completed!