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"The goddess has arrived!"
I don¡¯t know which female sage spoke. For a moment, the people on the ceremony mountain platform who were chatting and discussing fell silent. Everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the palace of Praise Mountain.
The first thing that catches the eye is the hair as black as night
Every strand of hair is braided as uniquely as an inflorescence. When they fall as smoothly as silk on the snow-white shoulders, they rub each other rhythmically with the solemn and noble steps
The tail of Jieyun¡¯s skirt is slowly dragging on the carpet covered with olive flowers. The spirit of the wind is lingering beside this soft and slender figure, dancing with the leaf petals
A pair of eyes is better than all the breathtaking scenery of Santorini. If you carefully understand the emotions hidden in those eyes, you will feel the endless tenderness of the owner of these eyes
We have to admit that the image and temperament of the newly elected goddess are perfectly in line with the heritage of the Parthenon.
It¡¯s not that she has a majestic appearance that will captivate the whole country, but that she vividly displays the softness and beauty of women, like a poem whose meaning can never be fully understood. What attracts people is not just the gorgeous words, but also the beauty of women. And her soul, all blended with that beautiful poetry.
The saint and the goddess are obviously only separated by one position, but in the eyes of people, the young candidate for the goddess has undergone a radical change. It is not known whether it is a 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 before. It is more like a ritual maintenance. There are more meanings in the smile, which is unpredictable.
People will eventually change.
Ye Xinxia felt it when she faced the mirror. The person in the mirror was completely different from the person she was when she first entered the temple.
If it were in the past, people's attention would make Ye Xinxia a little nervous. After all, many times she was pushed to the stage by the temple mother and the temple elders without much experience and psychological preparation.
This time was so grand and solemn, and it was the focus of the whole world, but when she stepped forward, kept smiling, and her eyes were bright and slightly blurred, there were not many waves 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 absolutely perfect when they stand in front of the world.
What¡¯s more, Ye Xinxia has been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, and she has not really "walked" to the stage on her own a few times.
No waves means no joy, no tension, nothing to be proud of. He is obviously the final winner of this fight. Countless people are watching, countless people are cheering for him, countless people are envious and complimentary, but Ye Xinxia begins to feel sad. .
The more flowers bloom, the darker and paler the heart becomes.
The brighter the lights and the brighter the lights, the harder it is to suppress the mania and pain in the chest.
"Ye Xinxia, ??does the god in your heart have any instructions that can be conveyed to the confused world?" High Priest Falmo took out the Parthenon's sacred book and asked Ye Xinxia, ??who was honored on the altar of the goddess.
"No." Ye Xinxia replied.
Her answer immediately aroused doubts among everyone, including the high priest Falmo.
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 Falmo ignored the previous process and asked directly the next sentence.
"I have not violated it so far." Ye Xinxia replied.
Falmo 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 you haven¡¯t memorized the manuscript, with so many years of experience as a saint, you should still give some inspiring words at such an important moment. There is nothing wrong with this answer, it¡¯s just missing something
"Ye Xinxia, ??please swear on your soul to be kind to everyone who believes in the Parthenon."
"Ye Xinxia, ??please swear on your soul that after becoming a goddess, you will do your best to bring tranquility and peace to the world, without a drop of blood or a trace of suffering."
"Ye Xinxia, ??please swear on your soul that you will be loyal to the Parthenon forever and ever!"
Falmo read out solemnly, and every guidance declaration gave people a sense of divine instruction, reverberating in everyone's mind like a huge bell, and?It won¡¯t go away for a long, long time.
"I, Ye Xinxia, ??swear by my soul."
"After becoming a goddess, I will do my best to bring tranquility and peace to the world. There will be no suffering, not a drop not a drop not a drop of blood!"
There seemed to be a sharp blade in Ye Xinxia's throat. When she read the second half of this sentence, the pain appeared on her face, and the difficulty also appeared in her words.
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¡°Shua!!!¡±
As soon as the voice fell, a stream of bright red blood sprayed out, splashing wantonly at Ye Xinxia's feet.
A few blood spots were stained on the pure white dress, and the steps of the ceremony platform covered with flowers were smeared bright red.
Sitting in the front row, an old man in a tuxedo had his head rolled down. He was sitting there, and the blood on his neck surged up 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 hidden clans of the Parthenon. Although he had lost all his magic power due to his old age, he still had extremely high wisdom. and connections.
¡°Pfft!!!!!¡±
Before anyone could react, a man in the back row of seats wearing a black suit and a red-lined shirt suddenly stood up. His chest was broken open and blood sprayed out from between his ribs. The guests in the front row It was several ladies, their fragrant long hair was covered with the blood of this man in a black suit! !
¡°Pfft~~~~~~~~~~~¡±
Blood flowers are better than fireworks. Everything happened very suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the praise stage, uniform blood splashed in the air into bunches of scarlet roses. A strong fishy smell filled the air, and at the same time, fear spread rapidly!
In the crowd, the woman in linen stood up in shock. Her eyes scanned the crowd sharply, obviously targeting the murderers who caused this rapid murder!
How strong is this murderer that he can kill so many people in such a short period of time?
"Sir, your disciplethe Pope has taken action against us!" Mai Yanqiu felt a huge threat.
"The Pope's people are also dead." Salan stared at the man in the black suit with red lining.
He is an Italian cardinal.
When Salan saw the Italian cardinal before, he could feel the uncontrollable joy of his colleague.
Once upon a time, the head of the Black Church could sit at an international ceremony just like a world leader, but when his chest was broken open and he fell into a pool of blood, his face was still full of shock and confusion! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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