The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1789 Want to Blaspheme Today (8)

Especially the girl's soft and coquettish voice with a long tail, which made the fair-haired beauty's snow-white ears suddenly tinged with crimson.

The time for prayer was approaching, and seeing that there was already the last person and the statue hadn't changed at all, everyone sighed deeply in their hearts.

The God of Light seems to be extraordinarily cold.

Just as the elder was about to speak out, suddenly the holy and solemn statue in front of him, the scepter in his hand lit up, and countless glowing elements of light gathered on the girl in front of him with gentle power.

Everyone who saw this scene opened their eyes wide.

Light, that is the power of the God of Light!
The God of Light chose the girl in front of him! !

The Pope's expression changed, he turned his head in surprise, and looked at the group of messengers beside him, looking at the slender snow-colored figure among them.

The blond beauty just raised her hand, and the soft snow-white robe sleeves slid over the blond beauty's wrist, revealing a section of white and delicate skin.The blond beauty's slender fingertips brushed the soft golden hair, and the hair brushed her cheeks, covering the beauty's slightly red ear tips.

His face was profiled, long eyelashes drooping slightly, his beautiful eyebrows neither sad nor happy, his expression was cold and indifferent, without the slightest emotion fluctuation.

The blond beauty slightly pursed her soft crimson lips, and her blue pupils were flat. He lowered his wrists, and the robe slid down to cover the flashing snow-white skin. He held the snow-white robe slightly, and suddenly raised his eyes , the blue pupils met the Pope's probing eyes.

Pope Weiton.

The pupils of the blond beauty were clear and pure, without the slightest impurity, so that the Pope could not see anything unusual, as if it was the same as usual.

But the pope knew in his heart that something was different.

He secretly raised his eyebrows, retracted the trace of inquiry in his heart, and continued to maintain his compassionate and gentle appearance.

"The God of Light chose this young lady!" A messenger exclaimed in surprise, "Saint, she is the saint chosen by the God of Light, the saint of our Holy See, the saint of the Mantiluoto Empire!"

Xibel was recognized by the God of Light, and all the people looked at Xibel with fiery eyes. They all performed the highest etiquette of the Mantiluoto Empire towards Xibel, and said respectfully: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

Hibel blinked her eyes, is she a saint?It's that simple?
Her gaze inadvertently glanced at the silent blonde beauty, and then she quickly lowered her eyelashes, covering the intriguing inquiry in her eyes and restraining the thoughts in her heart.

Beauty's heart is so easy to soften.

Hiber thought lazily.

None of the noble ladies thought that the person chosen by the God of Light in the end would be the girl they had been ignoring all along.

The girl looked lazy and casual when she came, and she had no reverence or reverence for the God of Light. She never thought that the person chosen by the God of Light would be her.

The aristocratic ladies were a little puzzled, who is this girl?
They have never seen her, what family is she from?

The noble ladies who were not selected left from the main hall, and only the saint stayed.

After the noble ladies came out of the main hall, they couldn't help talking about Xibel's identity.

"When I heard that elder say his name just now, he seemed to be from the Rossetti family." Suddenly someone said.

Others were surprised: "Rossetti? I've only heard of Ivy Rossetti, who is Hibel Rossetti?"

"It should also be Miss Rossetti's family." Someone said.

(End of this chapter)