Nanting kicked off the altar again, and there was no sign of the appearance of the altar here.

The Dark God did not appear in her true form, but only said in her mind: "...Next time, you can use witchcraft to make it 'annihilate' so that the ending will not leave any trace."

Nanting kicked again: "Okay, Cang."

Dark God: "…"

“I don’t mean you didn’t handle it well enough…”

Nanting: "I understand, I am the queen."

She immediately raised her eyes and looked at the sky: "Why are you so nagging today?"

The Dark God sighed in a hypocritical manner: "I am reluctant to part with you."

Nanting: “…dish.”

Dark God: "…"

"Last time I didn't say anything, you were a little angry, so..."

Nanting: "Okay, okay, stop talking."

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Isn't it good to be a quiet and beautiful vase god?"

Dark God: "…"

The saint of her own has to spoil herself: "...Okay."

Without saying a word, Nanting successfully sneaked into the Holy City before the opening ceremony. He went back to the dormitory first, changed into a white gold-edged robe with his apprentice, and pulled a ribbon to tie his silver hair into a neat high ponytail.

Roommate Elaine was about to set off, but after seeing Nanting, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Nanting, you are finally back. I was still thinking about what reason to make up for you to ask for leave..."

"It's worrying you, Elaine." Nanting scratched her head embarrassedly and took Elaine's arm. "It's getting late, let's go quickly."

While walking, the green-haired and green-eyed elf headed to Nanting and went to the gossip: "Who did you go out for a date with that day?"

Nanting's cheeks turned red: "...little lover."

I was bored sitting on the throne of God and happened to hear this answer: "..."

Elaine smiled "whatever understands" and patted Nanting on the shoulder.

The auditorium of the seminary was solemn and magnificent, with rows of high-backed chairs surrounding the classical marble temple. As soon as Nanting and Elaine sat down, the Holy Maiden of Light secretly changed seats with people and squeezed between them.

Melville held Nanting's hand, and a pair of beautiful and clear golden eyes stared at the silver-haired girl: "Where have you been?"

Nanting suddenly had the illusion that his lover was discovered by his girlfriend in private. She shook her head and tried to dispel this illusion from her mind. Even if she had ten more courage, she would not dare to let the God of Light be her "girlfriend"!

Despite this, the girl did not feel guilty about treating the Dark God as a "little lover" in her mind.

"Why shake your head?" Melville put his wrist on Nanting's shoulder, and his slender fingers were gently wrapped around the ends of the latter's hair. "Don't you want to tell me?"

At this time, Nanting felt that the hand that fell on his shoulder weighed a thousand pounds. The Saint of Light looked holy and gentle on the outside, but was actually a god with strong aura and control inside.

"I went out to play for a few days..." Nanting spoke calmly, winking at Elaine, not letting her say "little lover".

"That's it." Melville smiled sweetly at Nanting, blinking his left eye slightly, "I'll go up and perform later, remember to watch me."

Nanting felt relieved. However, the boys sitting in the back row saw the saint's smile, and their eyes showed stunning and admiration.

Melville's cold eye sword passed by, and the apprentices didn't dare to look at it again.

The pope with silver hair and white robe came to the center of the hall, stood still and began to speak. Because the content of his speech was boring, Nanting could only look at the pope's face.

Then I unexpectedly discovered that His Majesty the Pope was pretty good. The young man's half-length silver hair was combed back, revealing his smooth and beautiful forehead, and under the silver chain glasses, there were a pair of ruby-like cold eyes. The golden ribbon fell from his straight shoulders, and the gorgeous white robe tightly bound his thin waist, which added a lot of abstinence to him.

Melville quietly reached out his hand and shook it in front of Nanting.

"Don't fall asleep at the opening ceremony." The saint's voice was soft.

Nanting nodded and turned his head and smiled slightly at Melville.

After the Pope finished speaking, he glanced at Nanting as if nothing had happened. Suddenly he met his eyes, Nanting felt a sudden thrill.

This is a look of a stern look, without emotions and high.

If His Majesty the Pope is the incarnation of the God of Light, Nanting also believes that his temperament is more like a god than Melville.

However, thinking of the dark god's unrealized guy, Nanting felt that everything made sense.

After the Pope, the senior officials of the seminary finished speaking one after another. The next step was the Saint leading the nuns of the Anthemum to sing hymns together. This was also a repertoire program for every session, aiming to promote the gospel of God, but it was highly anticipated because of the addition of the Saint's lead singer this time.

Melville slowly walked to the center of the temple.

The golden light shone through the stained glass skylight, outlining gorgeous patterns for her pure white clothes.

The nuns in black robes appeared behind the saint like a tide.

This made the saint in white robe and blond hair look like an angel falling into the world.

The tender and soft lips opened slightly, and the holy and flawless golden eyes slowly closed.

The chant like nature flows out, the melody is ethereal and harmonious, just like the angel surrounding the throne of the gods singing in person.

Although Nanting did not believe in the God of Light, he could not help but be attracted by this sacred and elegant rhythm.

The holy lights appeared around the Saint Maiden, His long hair was windless, and his arms were slightly opened, like a flawless statue on the shrine.

After the chant ended, the whole audience fell into death silence.

Then, there was a thunderous praise sound!

"The God of Light is above! Thank you for giving the gospel to the world..."

"Miracle...this must be a miracle!"

"She must be the incarnation of God!"

...This is true.

Nanting complained in his heart.

Her mind was also completely attracted by Melville, which was an eternal artistic beauty beyond gender... Whether it was the ethereal and beautiful singing or the sacred and beautiful face, no human being would be attracted by it.

After the ceremony, the saint was surrounded and Elaine surrounded him.

As the crowds came and went, the light and shadow changed, Nanting was still sitting in the darkness of the temple.

"Why don't you go?" someone asked her.

"There are so dazzling people around me, there are many people around me." Nanting replied casually.

At this time, her silver-white ponytail hanging on the back of her neck was suddenly lifted up, and a light and cold kiss fell on her neck.
Chapter completed!