Chapter 3127: Wrong Prayer

"Please support our Goddess Ye Xinxia, ​​she will do better than Izhisha." The Athenian youth with tattoo kept handing olive branches to the people around him, showing a gentle and polite smile, even if others were unwilling to accept it, He would still say thank you several times.

Soon, several friends of the tattooed youth also joined in the delivery of the olive branch. They passed on these fragrant and elegant tokens, and also passed on a common concept.

Any country needs tranquility and peace, and no one wants to suffer endless suffering.

"Give me a handful." Mo Jiaxing resolutely joined the olive branch delivery team of these young people.

"Haha, uncle, I'll paint you a face!" One of the men, with a paint pen on his body, drew a small olive leaf on Mo Jiaxing's face without hesitation.

"Uncle looks very energetic, not as lifeless as some old antiques." The tattooed youth grinned.

"We can't lose to those supporters of Yizhisha!" said the little street painter waving the paint pen in his hand in high spirits.

"Hey, you are also supporters of Olive Flowers!" At this time, a small group next to them came over and saw the very characteristic "tattoos" on their bodies!

"Yeah, let's all together, let others see the size of our Olive Flower Guard."

"Paint it, and this one too."

"I brought stickers."

"It's not sincere, come on, draw on my chest muscles, draw next to my heart..."

Mo Jiaxing followed the group of young people and felt the enthusiasm of the Greeks. They were easily infected by the surrounding atmosphere, and they maintained their rationality and literacy, and expressed themselves to their heart's content.

There was an impromptu dance, a chorus that grew little by little, a uniform support slogan, and a large curtain of flowers lifted by the wind, as beautiful and moving as a bride's veil.

...

The temple mother Pamish stood quietly in the city's election square with a smile on her face.

It has been a long time since I saw such a warm city of Athens. This is probably the charm of empowering people. This city of Athens is the foundation of the Parthenon. In the end, the people of Athens decide this election. It is really perfect However.

The two saintess stood next to the temple mother, and now any redundant words are meaningless, all they have to do is to quietly watch these citizens...

"After completing the words of prayer, please let go of your hands and let your faith fly to the gods, that is, our Greek sky!" The temple mother's voice sounded again.

People held flowers and fulfilled their prayers one after another.

Hundreds of thousands of flowers, holy as white snow ripples on the Alps, slowly dance in the festive Acropolis, the petals and tidbits are lingering, fragrant, and people are watching the eyes, like an upside-down starry sky, The rain of flowers flew to the cloud of prayer, and the brilliance of the cloud of prayer bathed everyone's shoulders...

The words of prayer were completed one after another during this time period, and this rain of flowers that went backwards in time gave everyone a stunning picture. Theology has always been an ethereal concept in the hearts of the world, and everyone's prayers They are all empty and invisible, but this time, people can watch their prayers like this, and watch the tidbits that represent their beliefs floating towards the gods, being selected, recognized, and cared for...

The future of the Parthenon is up to them to decide.

This is better than an election full of all the copper smells...

No matter who will become the goddess today, the Parthenon has gotten rid of outdated ideas and is already making progress.

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"Let's take a look at a general result. Citizens who have not yet completed their prayers are requested to do so as soon as possible. The prayer time will end in three minutes. Those who do not pray will be regarded as abstaining." The palace mother said to everyone. said.

The temple mother turned around slowly, wanting to see the results on the two statues.

On one side is the olive branch, one more for every 10,000 prayers.

The temple mother's eyes were first on Ye Xinxia. She would count the number of olive branches in total under the witness of the citizens.

But soon, the temple mother Pami Shi frowned, and she looked at the wrist position of Ye Xinxia's statue...

Not a single olive branch!

how can that be?

Could it be that all the supporters of Yizhisha in the city of Athens are Ye Xinxia's supporters who don't even have 10,000? ? ?

But just now, when the flowers were raining, Pami Shike, the mother of the temple, saw a lot of olive flowers, definitely more than 10,000!

The mother of the temple, Pami Shi, couldn't help looking at the statue of Yizhisha. Her neck was a wreath, and it was clear at a glance how many jasmine millennium flowers were blooming.

However, the picture in front of her made the mother of the temple, Pamish, stunned again!

Not a single one!

Are there more than 10,000 people who support Yizhisha? ? ?

How is this going? ?

Not long ago, there were hundreds of thousands of jasmine and olive flowers interwoven into the most beautiful flower rain. Above this ancient and quiet Acropolis, they flew to the cloud of prayer...

Why did the two saints not add a branch and a half?

Is there something wrong with this magic? ?

But how can there be a problem with magic, everything follows the eternal rules of magic!

"Palace mother, the result has not been born yet, why don't the two saintess seem to have received prayer support?" The old priest Faermo asked in a low voice.

People's eyes have slowly moved away from the flower veil that filled the city. They are looking at the statues of the two saints, wanting to know the final result of this election.

"Is it delayed?"

"It doesn't seem like there is a single flower."

Everyone is still watching reverently, they may feel that the prayer spell does not really work, and they need to wait patiently for a while.

But those who really understand the method of praying know that every prayer will be reflected in the result of the prayer as soon as possible. The Millennium Flower is born.

Nothing happened.

This is extremely unreasonable!

Ye Xinxia and Yi Zhisha's eyes also fell on the temple mother involuntarily.

The palace mother was also puzzled.

She didn't understand it at all either.

Is it because of the wrong way of praying? ?

But the palace mother has thought about it and tested it, and this way of praying is established.

"Probably there is a problem in a certain link." The temple mother Pami Shi replied.

She started pacing, and with a smile told everyone not to worry.

At this moment, the breeze picked up, and several olive flowers and jasmine flowers floated to the altar. The mother of the temple, Pami Shi, subconsciously caught these flowers with her hands, and put them on the tip of her nose and smelled them.

The behavior of the temple mother Pami Shi made everyone more confused. Many people also imitated the temple mother, smelled the flowers carefully, and then observed them seriously.

"It's not jasmine and olives!!"

Suddenly, a man in the crowd shouted.

The palace mother has also noticed something, and it happened to be reminded by the man that he suddenly woke up! !

There's something wrong with these flowers! !