Versatile Mage Chapter 3145: Scarlet Temple (Part 1)

"Goddess is here!"

I do n’t know which female sage spoke. The people on the stage of the ceremony, which was chatting and discussing, were quiet for a time, and everyone ’s eyes fell on the temple of Mount Lizan.

The precisely that first came into view was the dark hair ...

Every strand of hair is made as unique as an inflorescence. When they drop smoothly on the white shoulders like silk, with the solemn and noble pace, there are rhythms rubbing against each other ...

Jie Yun's skirt dragged slowly on the carpet covered with olive flowers, and the wind elves lingered beside this delicate and slender figure, dancing with the leaf petals ...

An both eyes eye is better than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini, and if you carefully experience the emotions hidden in the eyes, you will feel the endless gentleness of the masters of these eyes ...

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

It ’s not that she has the prosperous face of the country, but that she shows the femininity and beauty of women, like a poem that never understands its meaning, it is not only those gorgeous The rhetoric of her and her soul are blended with that beautiful poetry.

Saintess is clearly separated from the goddess by only one position, but in the eyes of people, the young goddess candidate has undergone a rebirth, and it is not a psychological effect, or a baptism of Divine 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 polite maintenance. There are more meanings in the smile that are unpredictable.

People will change after all.

Ye Xinxia felt when he was facing the mirror. The self in the mirror was just like the one when he first entered the temple.

If it is the past, people ’s attention will bring to Ye Xinxia A little nervous, after all, she often has no experience and psychology ready By Palace Mother The old man of He Temple was pushed to the stage.

This time it is so grand and grand, and it is the focus of the world. But when she takes her steps, when she smiles, when she has a dizzy eyes and is slightly confused, there is not much waves in her heart.

Every step is smooth.

Although every week Saintess needs to learn etiquette and appearance, this does not mean that you can be exactly the same when standing in front of the world.

Not to mention Ye Xinxia has been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, she didn't really "walk" to the stage several times.

No waves, no joy, no tension, no pride, obviously the last winner of this fight, countless people, countless people cheering for themselves, countless people envy and compliment, but Ye Xinxia began to be sad.

The more flowers bloom, the darker and paler the heart is.

The brighter the lantern, the more unable to suppress the mania and pain in the chest.

"Ye Xinxia, does the **** in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused world?" The high prince Juer Ermo took out the Parthenon Temple scripture and asked Ye Xinxia of the altar of the goddess.

"No." Ye Xinxia replied.

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

Did the goddess have no ready draft?

This is a message for believers all over the world, not a word at all?

"Ye Xinxia, will you strictly abide by the will of Parthenon Temple during your succession?" The high prince Juermo did not care about the previous process and asked directly the next sentence.

"So far I have not violated." Ye Xinxia replied.

Falmer frowned again, including all the priests in the belief temple.

Is the goddess too busy yesterday, so that this morning there is no time to recite the manuscript?

Even if you have n’t backed the manuscript, with so many years of Saintess experience, you should publish some inspiring words at such an important moment. This answer ca n’t be considered a problem, but it ’s missing ...

"Ye Xinxia, please swear with your soul and be kind to everyone who believes in Parthenon Temple."

"Ye Xinxia, please swear with your soul, after you become a goddess, you will do everything you can to bring peace and peace to the world, no drop of blood, no trace of suffering."

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

Farmer read solemnly that each time he led the manifesto, he gave people a kind of deity command, resembling a huge bell ringing in everyone's mind, and it would not disperse for a long time.

"I leaf Xinxia, swear by my soul."

"After becoming a goddess, she will do everything she can to bring peace and peace to the world, no sense of suffering, no drop ... no drop ... no drop of blood!"

Ye Xinxia's throat seemed to have a sharp edge. When she pronounced the second half of the sentence, the pain appeared on her face, and the difficulty also appeared in the words.

......

"Uh !!!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of bright blood was sprayed out, and it splashed wantonly on Ye Xinxia's feet.

Several blood spots were stained on the pure and flawless white skirt, and the flower-laden tribute stage was even smeared bright red.

On the front seats, an old man in a tuxedo rolled his head down. He sat there, and the blood at his neck surged like a fountain.

People are terrified. hard to believe looks at this old man in tuxedo. Many people recognize him. He is the veteran of the nine hermit clan of Parthenon Temple. Although he has lost his old mana, he still has extremely high wisdom and connections. .

"Poof !!!!!!"

Until everyone responded, a man in a black suit and red lining shirt suddenly stood up in the back row, his chest was broken, and blood was sprayed between his ribs. The guests in the row were several ladies, and their fragrant long hair was full of the blood of this man in a black suit! !

"Poof ~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Blood flowers are better than fireworks. Everything came suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the tribute stand, uniform blood was spattered into a bunch of scarlet roses in the air. The thick smell smelled and the fear was also extremely fast diffusion!

Among the crowd, the sackcloth woman stood up in shock. Her both eyes glanced sharply at the crowd, apparently locking those to make this extremely fast **** murderer!

To what extent is this murderer so powerful that he can kill so many people in such a short time.

"Sir, your disciple ... Pope has begun to us!" Mai Yanqiu felt a huge threat.

"The people of Pope are also dead." Sa Long gazed at the man in a black suit with red lining.

He is the bishop of Italy Red Clothes.

When Sa Long saw this Italian bishop Red Clothes before, he could feel the uncontrollable joy of this colleague.

Once upon a time, the Black Church leader was able to sit at an international ceremony as brightly as the world leader, but when he was broken in the chest, the moment he fell in the pool of blood, his face was filled with shock and doubt!