Chapter 3145 Scarlet Temple (1)

The goddess has arrived! "

I don't know which female sage spoke up. For a while, the people on the Ceremony Hill where they were chatting and discussing fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the hall of Lizan Mountain.

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

Each strand of hair is uniquely braided like an inflorescence. When they hang down on the snow-white shoulders as smoothly as silk, they rub each other in rhythm with the solemn and noble steps...

The tail of Jieyun's skirt was slowly dragging on the carpet covered with olive flowers, and the spirit of the wind lingered beside this soft and slender figure, dancing with the petals...

A pair of eyes surpasses all the breathtaking scenery in Santorini. If you carefully understand the emotions hidden in those eyes, you will feel the endless gentleness of the owner of these eyes...

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

It's not that she has a prosperous face of the country and city, but that she shows the softness and beauty of women to the fullest, like a poem that can never be fully understood. What attracts people is not only those gorgeous rhetoric, And her soul, all blended with the beauty and poetry.

The saint and goddess are obviously separated by only one position, but in people's eyes, the young goddess candidate has undergone reborn changes, and it is not known whether it is a psychological effect or a baptism of the soul.

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

People will eventually change.

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

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

This time it was so grand and grand, and it was the focus of the whole world, but when she took steps, when she kept smiling, when her eyes were bright and slightly blurred, her heart didn't have much turbulence.

Every step is smooth.

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

What's more, Ye Xinxia spent a long time in a wheelchair.

She didn't really "walk" to the front of the stage a few times herself.

No waves, it means no joy, no tension, and nothing to be proud of. He is clearly the final winner of this battle. Countless people are watching, cheering for him, and envy and compliment, but Ye Xinxia begins to feel sad. .

The more flowers are blooming, the darker and paler the heart is.

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

"Ye Xinxia, ​​do the gods in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused world?" High Priest Falmo took out the Parthenon holy scriptures and asked Ye Xinxia, ​​who was on the altar of the goddess.

"No." Ye Xinxia replied.

Her answer immediately aroused everyone's doubts, including the High Priest Faermo.

Didn't the goddess prepare a 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?" High Priest Faermo ignored the previous process and directly asked the next sentence.

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

Falmer 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 didn't memorize the manuscript, with so many years of experience as a saint, I should have made some inspiring words at such an important moment. This answer can't be regarded as a problem, it's just missing a little...

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

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear by your soul that after you become a goddess, you will do your best to bring peace and peace to the world, without a drop of blood, without a trace of suffering."

"Ye Xinxia, ​​please swear by your soul that you will be loyal to the Parthenon forever!"

Falmer read out solemnly, every time this guidance declaration, it gives people a kind of divine order, like a huge bell echoing in everyone's mind, and it will not dissipate for a long time.

"I, Ye Xinxia, ​​swear by my soul."

"After becoming a goddess, I will try my best to bring peace and peace to the world. There is no meaning to suffering, not a single drop... not a single drop... not a single drop of blood!"

There seemed to be a sharp blade in Ye Xinxia's throat. When she uttered the second half of this sentence, pain appeared on her face, and difficulty also appeared in her words.

...

"Shh!!!"

As soon as the words fell, a rush of red blood spurted out and splashed on Ye Xinxia's feet wantonly.

A few blood spots were stained on the pure and flawless white dress, and on the steps of the praising platform covered with flowers, it was even more smeared with bright red.

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

People were horrified and looked at this old man in a tuxedo in disbelief. Many people recognized him. He was the elder of the nine great hidden clans of the Parthenon. Although he lost his mana in his old age, he still had a very high wisdom. with contacts.

"Pfft!!!!!!"

Before everyone could react, a man in a black suit and a red lined shirt suddenly stood up in the back row. His chest was torn open, and blood was sprayed from between his ribs. It was a few ladies, and their fragrant long hair was covered in the blood of the man in the black suit! !

"Pfft~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Blood flowers are better than fireworks. Everything came so suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the praising stage, neat and uniform blood splashed in the air into bunches of scarlet roses.

In the crowd, the woman in linen stood up in shock, and her eyes swept the crowd sharply, obviously targeting the murderers who made this speedy bloody case!

How strong is this murderer to be able to kill so many people in such a short period of time.

"My lord, your disciple... The Pope has attacked us!" Mai Yanqiu felt a huge threat.

"The Pope's man is also dead." Sarang stared at the man in the black suit with the red lining.

He is an Italian cardinal.

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

Once upon a time, the head of the Black Vatican could sit at an international ceremony like a world leader, but the moment his chest was broken open and he fell into a pool of blood, shock and doubts were written on his face!

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