"I'm the dark god, but I'm not." "It's like you're not the god of light, but you're the god of light, you know." ”

Apollo didn't want to know this, he just wanted to know that there were other worlds besides his own, and that was enough.

"Anyway, Mousse, it's mine." That's the point.

Originally, his expression was calm, but his complacent disgusted face instantly turned cold, and he spit out a few words. "She's mine. "Hmph, the rest of the people are going to stay cool.

"No, she's mine." Apollo was extraordinarily persistent. This is obviously his priest, and anyone who wants to rob him of his divine light will not die well, even if it is a dark god with the same strength as himself.

"It's mine, it's mine." Misanthropy of the sea was not at all compatible with Apollo.

"No, it's my !!" Apollo raised his voice, and his voice cooled down, completely detached from his usual mildness.

"It's me!" Disgusted with the sea.

"My!!" Apollo.

"It's mine!" Disgusted with the sea.

For a long time, both of them, who were not in good health, were out of breath.

Apollo used too much energy, and he was tired because he didn't repair for a while, so he felt that he was still relying on his own good. And the sea that escaped through the crack in time and space naturally does not have a small tourism book that it should have, of course, such a nature also loses a lot of strength.

The two gods were tired, both mentally and behaviorally. They don't have anything like God.

Mousse, who was the person concerned, looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly remembered a few words.

Rookies peck at each other.

It's a pity that the two in front of him are big guys, and neither of the two gods can afford to offend them, and they are not worthy of the so-called rookie pecking each other.

When faced with this problem, they are like kindergarten children. The two of them didn't give in to each other, and said the simplest and most useless words, neither of them thought of using their strength to grab each other, but in this ridiculous way to get attention.

Mousse looked at the operation on both sides, and he was a little bald.

"Mousse, you say, who is the best for you?" In the case of really unsettled, the two of them looked at Mousse in unison.

"Tell me, I'm not going to be angry." Disgusted with the sea bared his white teeth and smiled.

"Seriously, my priest." Apollo spoke calmly.

“…… Me, me. Mousse never expected that this pot would eventually be thrown on himself.

Dumbfounded.

"I choose to be autistic." Mousse said silently.

He smiled and raised his tone: "Do you remember what you promised me?" Don't go to strange wild men, or ...... Kill you.

Mousse choked up and was in a dilemma.

This...... How to choose?

I feel like no matter which side I choose, it's the kind of Shura field online.

Ay.

"Dark God, your behavior is too cheap." Apollo's pupils were slightly cold, and he couldn't see Apollo making this method.

Disgusted with the sea does not feel ashamed but very honorable: "What kind of small means is this, it is all voluntary." ”

"yes, Si."

"......" actually.

You call me like that, and I don't dare to deal with it casually.

Neither side is a good talker, it's too difficult, it's too difficult!

A person has to have a person's characteristics.

(bitter smile)

"Why don't you speak, huh?"

"Si, how do you choose?"

Mousse smiled: "I ...... I choose death. Is that okay?"

He raised an eyebrow.

Apollo didn't understand it very much.

The aura of the three people is strange, but fortunately, someone came again and broke the deadlock.