Chapter 219: Long live the Saint

His pupils were stained with bright red bloodshot eyes, and his long black hair was spread behind his head and was no longer taken care of. He was holding something in his hand, which was wet with sweat and was very wrinkled and pitiful.

lying in his hand.

"Xiao Yao'er, you said you would give me a thousand paper cranes and let me make a wish! That day, I didn't make any wishes, but now..." His back bent and he held it up with one hand.

On the table, the red clothes on his body were no longer as bright as ever. He suddenly opened Danfeng's eyes wide open, full of resentment and confusion: "Xiao Yao'er, I bet you are unhappy."

He couldn't distinguish his emotions. He should hate, but now he wants to.

The door was ajar, and Jue walked in from outside the room. Looking at the mess on the ground, he couldn't help but feel angry. That woman named Xiao Yao was all caused by that woman. If it hadn't been for him, the master would have done it now.

She is the king who rules over the world. In order to let her live a peaceful life, the master even gave up the imperial power in his hands. I really don’t know what she is thinking, and she wants to leave now.

"Leng Huang, your father is here." He said respectfully.

Xing Sichen turned his head, looking haggard and lonely: "I know, I will be out in a moment."

I don't know how much effort I used to make myself look very calm.

Yang Tian held his hands tightly, and the veins in his hands were pulsing. That hateful woman actually tortured his son into this state.

"Father." His Danfeng eyes were dim and without any brilliance, and his body was leaning crookedly on the maid's body, looking tired and exhausted.

Yang Tian loved his son so much that he hurriedly walked to him and supported him: "Son, why are you like this now? You are just a woman. Since she can be so cruel, why don't you forget her?"

Xing Sichen suddenly smiled mockingly, stretched out his hand to push his father away: "Father, my mother is dead. Can you forget her?"

After being speechless for a while, Yang Tian lowered his head. He really didn't know how to answer this question. Indeed, there was no way to go. A woman who once loved with his soul, even if she has left, his soul still remembers her face.

"My child, the goddess of the Tourmaline Palace is back, and the enthronement ceremony is being held today." The burners in Yang Tian's eyes were beating with flames, and the excitement in his heart was greater than the current worries.

Xing Sichen pursed his lips and smiled: "It's good to be back. Once you're back, you can find a reason to annihilate them directly. My heart is bitter and cold, so let's warm it with blood!"

That day, datura flowers bloomed everywhere.

The underground palace of the Tourmaline Temple.

Music like the sound of nature sounded in this palace that looked very bright. The music was light and quick, containing internal power. No one in the Tourmaline Temple could not hear it.

The red carpet spread from the entrance of the palace to the inside of the main hall, but it was five miles long.

Xiaoyao wore a bright red robe with a phoenix embroidered on it. She wore a mask specially made for her by Zui Meng that day, showing no anger or authority.

Rose petals were flying in the sky, and twelve phoenixes were hovering in the sky.

Standing next to her on the left is Zuimeng, and on the right is Tourmaline. Standing on both sides of the red carpet are tens of thousands of gods.

Her heart couldn't help but calm down! Perhaps, this was her mission, she should protect her followers, because she saw with her own eyes the respect that those believers had for her.

"Long live the goddess, long live the goddess!" Every time she took a step, people on both sides of the red carpet knelt down. Their voices kept rising and falling, and the crowds were like waves. It was really grand to the extreme.

The seats above the main hall are green and carved into the shape of a phoenix, lifelike.

It seemed like she was born to sit in that position.

The two guardians on both sides walked with her beside that position.

Her bright red robe was raised high, blocking her sight. When the robe fell down, she was already sitting on the phoenix chair: "All living beings, please rise."

The sweet voice flows through everyone's heart like a sweet spring.

The gods had never seen a goddess with twelve phoenixes when she ascended the throne, and they immediately felt that their Tourmaline Temple could finally flourish again.

After Zui Meng recited the enthronement speech, the celebration began. Xiao Yao sat high up there and drank with the gods.

There was always a smile in Zuimeng's eyes: "Yao'er, the only one who can accompany you now is me, and it's only me."

In the underground palace of Tourmaline Temple.

The person with silver eyes seemed to hear the commotion above, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Has the new goddess ascended the throne?"

The person waiting on the side said tremblingly: "Yes!"

A few days ago, he went to Wanhua Building to look for her, but he didn't see her.

"I want to go out for a walk." Ning Lu said coldly, her eyes so cold that there was no chill at all.

In the Tourmaline Temple, if the goddess is aloof and what she says is equivalent to an imperial edict, then the god king is the national preceptor. In many words, the goddess has to listen to the national preceptor.

After the celebration, Xiaoyao told Zuimeng that he wanted to walk in the courtyard, so he came to the garden of the Tourmaline Temple alone.

They grow like summer flowers, blooming fiercely.

Her hand touched a rose, and she suddenly thought of someone, but it was not Xing Sichen, but Han Chu.

She originally thought that she could completely forget everything and pretend that nothing had happened, but those people and those things could not be erased from her mind.

"Are you... all okay?" she asked, facing the empty air.

Ning Lu stood behind her, watching this woman muttering to herself. He was actually a little curious. After taking a closer look, he realized that this woman's back looked very similar to Xiao Yao's.

Xiaoyao noticed that someone was observing her, and quickly turned her head, but she happened to bump into Ninglu's silver eyes: "Ninglu."

How could she forget such a good-looking person? She was suddenly surprised

He recognized her voice, but he was obviously a little surprised and disbelieving: "Are you Xiaoyao?"

"Are you also from the Tourmaline Temple?" Is this world a little too small? This is fine.

Xiao Yao took off her mask, just for a brief glance, and put it back on, "Yes, I am Xiao Yao. I just became a goddess, and my appearance has changed a bit."

Thousands of thoughts surged through Ninglu's heart, and his sunshine was right here.

"What about you? What is your status? Judging from your appearance, your status should be quite high." Xiaoyao's nature is still the same as before, and there is always a warm flavor when speaking.

Ninglu stared at her: "I am the God King, and I will come out of the mountain to help you fight against the world."

I have never had such a burning desire to help someone.

Xiaoyao said: "I never thought about going against the world."
Chapter completed!