"Why did you leave me alone, Son of Light?"

There were only two people left, and Mousse asked coldly instead of a hippie smile.

The appearance of the Holy Son of Light is naturally very in line with the aesthetics of the Temple of Light, and this kind of appearance is the easiest for people to let go of their psychological defense. Mousse has seen tens of millions of beautiful men, so he will naturally not be bewitched by the gentle attitude of the other party. Of course, if you change players or natives, you really have to be confused by this guy.

Who can stand such a gentle and double-standard guy.

The Holy Son's voice was still warm: "You should know that you are a good fit for the Temple of Light. Your light element is powerful, and if you come to the Temple of Light, you will definitely become a saint. ”

Mousse's brain naturally came up with Alice's words when she left the birth island. She looked a little hesitant and a little curious: "What are the benefits of being a saint?" "I just made myself a saint when I first came, and I always felt that this Church of Light was very cheap......? It's so unreliable.

"What's the benefit?" The Holy Son was stunned and smiled meaninglessly, "This is the first time someone has asked me this, what are the benefits of being a saint." ”

Mousse frowned without leaving a trace, and said lightly: "If you don't say the benefits, how can anyone catch up and be fooled?" ”

The Holy Son is a little funny, because the Holy Maiden is indeed a rush by some people.

However, seeing that the mousse in front of him was so uncommon-sense, the Holy Son still said patiently: "The Holy Maiden is the second in command except for the Pope, and she is of the same status as me, and all the Sect of Light will respect you.... And" the Holy Son blinked: "What do you think of me?" ”

“..... Yes? Mousse was a little confused by the other party's sudden change of topic.

The Holy Son continued with a smile: "The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden can be married. ”

The God of Light was still secretly listening to the conversation between the two people outside, thinking that it would be excellent to increase Mousse's sense of identification with the God of Light, and wouldn't identifying with the God of Light identify with himself.

However, when he heard such a sentence, his face suddenly darkened.

Apollo pressed his palm against the door, and rubbed his brow with his other.

Cracks began to appear in the gates of the Temple of Light from the very side.....

What is this damned Son talking about?! Well??

Marriage?

Join your mother's marriage!

The God of Light suddenly felt that his subordinates were disgusted, and he was still watching his own priest??

And Mousse, is she missing the position of such a saint??

Apollo's eyes narrowed slightly, this is to go to the Temple of Light to be a saint, but when he comes back, he is unwilling to continue to be his own priest, why is this?

The Son of Light is still a little proud of what he said, such a good condition, a normal person would agree, okay.

However, he overlooked the point, who is Mousse?

If she were a normal person, no one else would be a normal person.

Mu Si was still a little moved when he heard the previous words, and when he heard that there were still beautiful benefits of marriage, he was suddenly not interested.

"Oh." She is not afraid of anything, she is afraid of peach blossom luck.

Listening to the bewitchment of the Holy Son, Mousse was expressionless, and even a little painful.

"Huh?" There was a hint of interest in the Holy Son's eyes, "Aren't you happy?" ”

"I'm so happy," Mousse said expressionlessly, "The God of Light is above, and I am only willing to dedicate my life to the God of Light." "If you can't refuse openly, then I'll find a god to back up.

Outside the door, Apollo's mood visibly improved, and there was even a pale pink light element floating around him.