The goddess has arrived! "
I don't know which female sage spoke, and for a moment the people on the ceremony mountain platform who were chatting and discussing fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the hall of Praise Mountain.
The first thing that catches the eye is the hair as black as night...
Each strand of hair is braided as uniquely as a flower 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 slowly dragged on the carpet covered with olive flowers. The spirit of the wind lingered 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...
I 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 Saintess and the Goddess are obviously only separated by one position, but in people's eyes, the young Goddess candidate 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. The smile has more meanings that are 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 grand, 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 was not much in her heart.
Every step is smooth.
Although saints need to learn etiquette and appearance every week, this does not mean that they will be perfect when they really 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, the more unable 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 holy 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 I didn’t memorize the manuscript, with so many years of experience as a saint, I should still give some inspiring words at such an important moment. This answer can’t be considered problematic, it just lacks a little bit...
"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!"
Falmo solemnly read out, and every guidance declaration gave people a feeling of divine instruction, reverberating in everyone's mind like a huge bell, and would not dissipate for a long, long time.
"I, Ye Xinxia, swear on 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.
…
"Uh-huh!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, 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 with bright red.
In the front seat, an old man wearing 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 wearing a black suit and a red-lined shirt suddenly stood up in the back row. 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 were better than fireworks, and everything happened so suddenly. Among the thousands of seats in front of the praise stage, uniform blood splashed into bunches of scarlet roses in mid-air. A strong fishy smell filled the air, and at the same time, fear spread rapidly!
In the crowd, the Maiden woman stood up in shock. Her eyes scanned the crowd fiercely, obviously targeting the murderers who caused this rapid murder!
This murderer must be so powerful that he can kill so many people in such a short period of time.
"Sir, your disciple...the Pope has taken action against us!" Mayi Yanqiu felt a huge threat.
"The Pope's people are also dead." Salan stared at the man in a 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 in a pool of blood, his face was still full of shock and confusion!
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