The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1790 Want to Blaspheme Today (9)

"Isn't Rossetti the only Miss Ivy?"

"No, I heard that there seems to be an illegitimate daughter who lives in the small attic." Someone suddenly lowered his voice and whispered.

The noble lady was full of surprise: "An illegitimate daughter?!"

"Yes, there is an illegitimate daughter! But everyone in the Rossetti family seems to hate this illegitimate daughter, so they never let this illegitimate daughter come out."

"What about Ivy?" Suddenly someone asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. But there should be some reason, otherwise how could Ivy give up being the saint of the God of Light?"

"The Rossetti family probably didn't expect that the illegitimate daughter they sent over would become a saint. It must be a good show." A noble lady raised her eyes and said sharply.

The other noble ladies heard the words, but did not speak.

Hibel was left behind, while the other noble ladies were sent back to their respective homes.

The believers took Hibel to another hall, and on the main hall, all the elders and envoys left, leaving only the pope and the quiet blonde beauty.

"You, what's the matter, Your Majesty the God of Light?" Without other people, the Pope naturally showed his true colors and stopped pretending.He raised the corners of his eyes, and looked at the indifferent and distant blonde beauty in front of him with a half-smile.

The God of Light had a cool aura all over his body, his eyelids were not raised, and his gaze fell on the Pope indifferently.

Not a single word was spoken.

Looking at the cold and alienated appearance of the God of Light, the Pope raised his brows lightly, "Okay, don't say anything if you don't want to. When you first said that you would choose a saint who suits you, your expression was calm. I thought it would be the same as before. , No one else. I didn’t expect that this time, you actually chose a saint to stay, which really surprised me.”

In the three-yearly election of the saintess, no one is elected every time.

Their God of Light is so indifferent that he doesn't bother to choose anyone to be a saint who communicates with him.

The Pope had some interest in the election of saintess before, and he wanted to know what kind of girl could be chosen by the God of Light.

Is it simple, holy, innocent, kind, or smart...

Unexpectedly, their God of Light actually chose one...

The pope recalled the saint in the main hall in his memory today, with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes. Even if he was selected to become a saint, he did not see any joy in her eyes.

She looks like a calm girl.

But the Pope knew that the girl was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

At least he is not as quiet and silent as he looks, or maybe he is actually a flamboyant and casual person.

In short, it is completely different from the pious and compassionate saint.

Regarding the pope's ridicule, the God of Light did not have any waves or feelings.

"Are you leaving?" The Pope looked at the movement of the God of Light turning around, thinking that he was going back to his empty and peaceful temple where nothing existed.

The Pope actually didn't want to just let the God of Light go.

We must know how much effort the Pope wasted to let the God of Light, who had been living in the temple and had never been out of the temple for a hundred years, leave there.

It has only been a day since he came out, and he let the God of Light go away like this. Thinking about his hard work and hard work, the Pope always feels a little unbalanced in his heart.

The God of Light stopped, turned around and looked straight at the Pope without emotion, "What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)