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The Holy Son trembled down from the stage, staggered past the mousse, and then knelt down for a while, he suddenly kowtowed to the door: "Light, the God of Light is above!" ”

As for the words that the Son had just overheard...... He completely felt that he was blaspheming the god of light, how could a god swear words?!

No, no, no, it must be your own problem.

It's definitely my own imagination.

God of Light, I'm at fault!

I have a problem with my thinking!

I am not worthy to be a Son.

The Holy Son was ugly and miserable with his head buried in his smile.

Mousse turned around a little inexplicably, looking at the sudden and strange behavior of the Holy Son, he was a little suspicious.

Is this, ...... sheep are crazy?

Just as she slowly looked up, she suddenly saw a handsome man who didn't look like a mortal staring at her, yes, the kind that died-

For Mousse, as long as it is good-looking and indescribable, she has a word to describe it:

Blue face and troubled water.

Mousse silently took a step back to show his innocence.

"Well, let's get up."

Apollo glanced at the Holy Son indifferently, why did he come to the world once for this stupid hat, it was really a brain twitch.

The idea came to his own priest, hum.

Apollo was a little puzzled when he saw Mousse take a step back. But as a reasonable god, he was able to walk through it on his own.

He took a few steps forward, originally thinking that her priest would look at him with that kind gaze, but Mousse not only did not look back at him with a kind gaze, but also dodged a little, and now, Apollo's voice was slightly deep: "Mousse, are you avoiding me?"

The Son was ignored, and instead of feeling unhappy, he took it for granted. After all, the gods are already very content to see them. It's the second time he's seen him when he's grown so big, and the first time the gods come in person, he still has a very important thing to give to him, but I don't know what this time it's for......

The Holy Son secretly cheered himself up in his heart, maintaining basic composure on his face, no matter what, he would definitely complete the task perfectly.

But of course, when he saw that the tone of the god in his heart was so familiar with Mousse, he finally felt that something was wrong.

What's going on with this sudden sense of crisis?

Mousse vigilantly moved back a few steps: "You...... Who's that?"

Apollo was stunned, and his outstretched hand stiffened slightly...... Half a sound, slowly drooping.

“…… It's only been all these years that you've forgotten about me, haven't you? Apollo's voice was a little astringent.

“…… What?" I really don't know.

Apollo closed his eyes, and his eyes returned to the ethereal and indifferent characteristic of the gods: "Mousse, don't pretend to be amnesiac with me. This kind of trick has already been played, you have to know that it doesn't work. ”

"No," Mousse was furious by him, "I really don't recognize you?"

"Oh?" Apollo's voice was colder, listening carefully, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth: "Then you only remember Poseidon, the god of the sea, right?" ”

"Mousse, don't you have a heart?" Apollo's eyes were stinging.

“……”

Well. I really don't know you, please don't look at me with this kind of look at me, thank you.

"I am the god of light, Apollo." Apollo's hard book still has a hint of hatred in his eyes, and iron does not become steel (?).

"You are the god of light?" Mousse was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "The god of light is not Badr, the name Apollo, I remember that it is obviously the god of music and classics......"