Chapter 251 He Is Not the Enemy

On Mark's right side is the dance goddess Barbara. Today she is wearing a pink V-neck long-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body. The sleeves are quite long, but there is a bow-like tie on the chest, plus a navel-baring top, and a matching lower body. The pencil skirt of the same color shows off your hot figure. Even though she was sitting there quietly like this, Vivian always felt like she was...acting like a baby?

Litchel, the goddess of literature, was holding a stack of manuscript paper and a quill that was an artifact at first glance. She seemed to be writing, but in fact it gave people the feeling of drawing a divine rune.

To Mark's left is Muse, the goddess of music. She puts her hands gently on her lower abdomen and carefully examines the music score in front of her. Her red lips are slightly opened and closed, obviously she is reading the music score silently.

Below the muse is the goddess Pei Ting, who is writing and painting with a paintbrush. The painting style is a bit strange - a slender white jade arm stretches out from one oil painting, and is painting another with a paintbrush. In the painting, every stroke of oil paint splashes with a faint divine radiance.

With four goddesses present at the same time, which mortal wouldn't feel stressed out?

Seemingly sensing Vivian's embarrassment, Mark waved his hand: "You guys go down first."

"Yes -" Four uniform voices, four different etiquettes.

For some reason, Mark thought of Ming Ge's "change a batch" before time travel.

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

The goddesses left, and Vivian and the others naturally felt relieved.

Mark came up with a smile without putting on any airs, and first gave his old friend Bishop Albert a warm hug.

"Long time no see, Uncle Albert."

Bishop Albert is a close disciple of his grandfather. In terms of family relationship, he can barely be called uncle. Mark's shouting was regarded as confirming the relationship status.

Albert was slightly stunned, then showed a bright smile: "Young Master, you should call me Albert, I am more used to it."

As time has passed, Mark is no longer the young man who needs the help of his family to survive in the world. Due to their different strengths and status, coupled with the estranged relationship with the family in the early years, how to handle the Destiny family's family affairs was very sensitive and troublesome for Albert, an outsider.

Now that Mark takes the initiative to recognize his relatives, that is the best ending.

Not to mention the Twin Goddess, at least the Destiny family has been completely preserved.

When he came to Abner and Dida, Mark wanted to shake hands more cordially, but the two men simply knelt down on one knee.

"Homeless people, come to you, sir, to find a place to stay." Abner said.

"Did the family bring it?"

"Bring it."

"Then let's stay." Mark said softly, establishing a name for each other.

When it was Vivian's turn at last, the other three people bowed very knowingly and retreated collectively, leaving Vivian alone.

"Wait, I..." Vivian wanted to stop her, but she didn't know how to speak better. As soon as she hesitated, the two unloyal teammates ran away.

She and Mark were the only two people left in the huge living room.

In fact, Mark was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what expression to use to face Vivian.

He just instinctively felt that Vivian was not simple, because the fate dice moved for her too many times. Her fall actually clearly appeared in his future vision, which means that her development in the parallel world cannot be said to be bad, but more likely to show off her talents in a different way, such as becoming a powerful female demon or something.

It's a pity that even if Vivian is standing in front of her so handsomely, Mark still can't see through the fog of fate surrounding her.

This is very strange!

It stands to reason that with such a high level of destiny dice, there are not many threads of destiny that cannot be solved. But even the four art goddesses couldn't see through it, couldn't they see through Vivian's fate?

Forget it, never mind.

Since once he lets Vivian go, the girl will have a chance to die suddenly, Mark might as well not let go.

When the door to the living room slammed shut, Vivian was suddenly shocked to find Mark putting his arm around her waist.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Vivian was so embarrassed that she subconsciously wanted to push Mark away, but when her delicate hand pressed Mark's chest, she hesitated.

A moment of hesitation led to Slim waist falling into the enemy's hands.

At this moment, Mark saw the threads of his and Vivian's fate entangled on their own, and then a large cluster of black threads peeled off her body and flew away.

He was even more certain that he was probably going to die.

"Hey, Vivian, when will you be willing to face me seriously?"

Facing Mark's scorching gaze, Vivian subconsciously turned her gaze away: "I, I don't want to face you bastard."

"Am I a bastard?"

"Of course! I can tell at a glance that you are forcing those goddesses!" Vivian suddenly felt a little itchy. This guy is so provocative, even though he was a princess before, he actually doesn't even let go of the goddess. Such a blasphemous guy, simply, simply...

Vivian suddenly found that she couldn't curse anymore.

"Gods with backbone will choose to die rather than surrender! Their choice is to rely on the strong, that's all."

Depend on the strong?

Vivian suddenly realized that she was not like this?

Her mother was on the ship, but her mother's thoughts were with the Carlos family. Before coming this time, the Carlos family had made it clear to her more than once that they hoped she could help bring along some young people from the Carlos family to create more paths for the family.

She realized that in the end, there was no difference between herself and those goddesses.

But she still retains her last bit of reserve.

"Mark, they are obviously more beautiful and noble than me. Why don't you let me go? I'm not good at all. You see, my hands are thick, I don't know how to do housework, and I don't know how to please men..."

Mark heard her words of concession and found it very interesting: "The Valkyrie of the Night, with her murderous eyes and full of heroic spirit, is actually quite cute."

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about, I, I, I..."

After the overly handsome face approached, Vivian couldn't say anything.

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Mark was satisfied. When he opened the system by the way, he was completely stunned.

"Wait! One...ten...hundred...thousand...ten thousand...what are these ten thousand god-level destiny points?"

At the same time, in the Night Cathedral in the capital of the Wright Empire, Night Whip Knight was performing evening prayers as usual, and suddenly the surrounding vision seemed to be stained with thick ink.

No need to ask, this is the fluctuation of Lady Night's divine power.

Based on his extensive experience, Knight determined that the goddess was angry.

"Ms. Night, your enemy is my enemy. Please order a crusade against the divine enemy!"

"No, it's okay, he is not an enemy... forget it."

Knight noticed sensitively that the goddess didn't say 'him', but 'him'?