Especially the girl's soft and glutinous voice, the tail note is long and coquettish, which makes the tips of the blonde beauty's snow-white ears suddenly dyed crimson.

The time for prayer was approaching, and seeing that the last person had arrived, and the statue had not changed in the slightest, everyone sighed deeply in their hearts.

The god of light seemed to be extraordinarily cold.

The elder was about to speak, when suddenly the holy and solemn idol in front of him, the scepter in his hand lit up, and countless glowing light elements, with gentle power, gathered on the girl in front of him.

The eyes of the people who saw this scene widened.

Light, that's the power of the god of light!

The god of light chose the girl in front of him!!

The Pope's expression changed, and he turned his head in some surprise, his eyes were on the group of messengers beside him, and he looked at the snow-colored slender figure among them.

The blonde beauty just raised her hand, and the sleeves of the soft snow-white robe slid over the blonde beauty's wrist, revealing a section of snow-white and delicate skin. The blonde beauty's slender fingertips brushed the soft blonde hair, and the hair brushed her cheeks, covering the tips of the beauty's slightly reddened ears.

He had a side face, slightly drooping his long eyelashes, his beautiful eyebrows were not sad or happy, his expression was cold and indifferent, and he couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The blonde beauty pursed her soft crimson lips slightly, her blue pupils were plain, he lowered her wrists, and her robe slid down to cover a flash of snow-white skin.

Pope Microton.

The blonde beauty's pupils were clear and pure, without the slightest impurity, so that the Pope could not see anything unusual, as if it was no different from usual.

But the Pope knew in his heart that something was different.

He secretly raised his eyebrows, withdrew the trace of inquiry in his heart, and continued to maintain his compassionate and gentle appearance.

"The God of Light has chosen this young lady!" A messenger exclaimed in surprise, "Holy Maiden, she is the Holy Maiden chosen by the God of Light, the Holy Maiden of our Holy See, and the Holy Maiden of the Mantiluotto Empire!" ”

Shibel was recognized by the God of Light, and all the people looked at Shibel with burning eyes, and they all performed the highest etiquette of the Mantiluotto Empire towards Shibel, and said respectfully: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden." ”

Shiebel blinked, she's a saint? It's as simple as that?

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the silent blonde beauty on the side, and in a flash, she quickly lowered her eyelashes, covering the trace of intriguing exploration under her eyes, and converging the thoughts in her heart.

A beauty's heart is really easy to soften.

Shiebel thought lazily.

None of those aristocratic ladies expected that the person who was chosen by the God of Light in the end would be the girl they had been ignoring.

When the girl came, she looked lazy and casual, and she had no reverence and devotion to the God of Light, but she didn't expect that the person chosen by the God of Light would be her.

The noble ladies are a little puzzled, who is this girl?

They had never seen her, which lady was she?

The noble lady who was not chosen left the main hall, and only the holy maiden remained.

After the noble ladies came out of the main hall, they couldn't help but talk about Shibel's identity.

"When I heard the elder pronounce his name, it seemed to be from the Rossetti family." Suddenly, someone said.

Others were surprised: "Rossetti? I've only heard of Ivy Rossetti, who is Hibert Rossetti? ”

"It should also be the lady of the Rossetti family." It was said.

The big guy kept doing it and became a white moonlight after his death