Rebirth of the National Male God

The god attendants on both sides of the ground remained motionless, like lifeless statues, even though this woman called their gods by their names.

"Metheus—!"

When this sharp cry sounded, it stopped abruptly in an instant.

As if sensing something, the gorgeous woman suddenly turned around and looked towards the door.

The professional photographers have quickly turned the camera to the gate of the palace.

Everyone's eyes were instantly locked on the figure at the door.

Then, everyone felt that the surrounding atmosphere changed, the silent change was invisible but real, all because of the instant explosion of that aura.

The silver-haired priest with a young face is the center of the people's faith in the ancient country. He is a perfect existence.

From the moment he appeared at the entrance of the main hall, stepping across the threshold with the pure white soles that were not stained with a trace of dust, every step seemed to have been carefully calculated, neither big nor small, impartial, every step stepped on the big red carpet, silently There was a shallow depression and recovery, but it felt like his footsteps were stepping on his heart, and every step increased the pressure in his heart. When he walked in front of him, he even unconsciously relaxed his breathing. light.

pressure!

Huge pressure!

Xiao Jin's face tensed instantly, and he realized that he still underestimated Si Huang. This guy's filming on the spot was much scarier than the audition.

I don't know if she restrained her strength during the audition, or if she has grown in just half a year.

Lei Xie also tensed up for a moment, as if he was going to cull the leopard at any moment, his appearance scared Le Xian next to him, but in the next moment, he seemed to realize where he was, and slowly tried to relax yourself.

"I knew it." He stared at Sihuang in the field and murmured softly.

Le Xian didn't hear clearly, but he didn't intend to ask. He looked at Si Huang who was filming with complicated eyes, thinking in his heart that if it was a scene between himself and Si Huang, would he be completely taken away by the other party like last time? ?

Even people outside the arena can feel the pressure that Sihuang brings to others, let alone the woman who is playing with her.

The woman just watched in a daze as the young silver-haired priest approached, her lips trembling slightly, she even forgot her lines for a moment.

Xiao Jin frowned, and he was ready to stop.

"No noise is allowed in the temple, queen." The cold tone could not conceal the gorgeous and melodious voice.

The woman was startled, and she staggered back involuntarily, looking a bit embarrassed.

It's just that the young silver-haired priest didn't seem to see her ugliness that didn't fit her status, or maybe it couldn't get into his deep and mysterious eyes at all.

"Misius..." The woman opened her mouth. Except for the priest's name, she still couldn't think of what to say. She was a little lost but still had professionalism and did not take the initiative to leave the scene before the director called to stop.

"I already know the purpose of the queen's coming here." The young silver-haired priest walked forward without looking back.

The woman raised her head in astonishment.

"He changed his lines." Fein whispered in Xiao Jin's ear.

Xiao Jin's face sank like water, "Look again."

At this time, the young silver-haired priest had already walked up the steps paved with red carpet, and walked to the highest seat step by step.

When she sat on it, looking down at the woman standing below...

What about the ancient queen? Under one person, above ten thousand people.

In the eyes of gods, they are just first-order ants among all living beings.

The woman wanted to resist, but found that under the gaze of these eyes, she had already messed up her lines, and she didn't know how to say them.

"The divine water is ready, the queen can get it by herself." The priest on the high seat moved his lips slightly.

This is what chasing guests means.

The woman finally remembered the lines she should say under the reminder of the word Shenshui.

It's just that the lines are already messed up, and she can only slightly change the lines according to her own ideas, which is more in line with the current progress.

"No! I'm not here to fetch the divine water! Mitheus...bishop! Your majesty's body is dying, and the moths in the dynasty can't wait to corrupt this rich and beautiful land. They even induced your majesty to find a dirty mess They pretended to be His Majesty's noble blood, and what's frightening is that His Majesty actually listened to them!"

"I can't believe it... My Lord Bishop, you are the only one who can uphold justice now! His Majesty's blood is only Prince Asker, who else is more suitable to inherit the royal line than him? You think so, don't you?"

The woman spoke in a cadence, with resentment and ambition shining in her eyes, the last sentence was very subtle and already revealed a hint of threat.

This performance was quite vivid, and it was very different from her previous dazed look, which made Fein sneer outside the stage, "Although the lines have been changed a little, it's very suitable!"

"It was Sihuang who took care of him well." Xiao Jin shook his head, "Sihuang is different from Lei Xie. Lei Xie takes care of himself. Once his aura erupts and makes people more embarrassed, he will be happier. Sihuang will take care of the overall situation." , Even if the aura overwhelms the opponent, he will bring the show. Sometimes he can even make the opponent perform exceptionally under his pressure."

Finn's expression kept changing, and he immediately laughed, "Let me just say this kid is amazing!"

Xiao Jin didn't answer, thinking in his heart that this is more than amazing! At Sihuang's age, with such strength, it is simply terrifying!

"Yes."

After a brief silence, the young silver-haired priest on the high seat slowly said in his usual cold and selfless voice: "Ask will inherit the throne."

The queen who received these words showed a happy smile, as if as long as the priest in front of her said what she said, it would definitely come true.

The queen straightened her skirt, raised her chin, raised her usual elegant airs, and smiled dignifiedly and gracefully at the priest: "Everyone in the whole country knows that the words of the protagonist Mitheus are God's will. With your words, I can not worried."

The young silver-haired priest didn't say a word, and lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes cast a light shadow on Yu Xue's skin.

This kind of beauty, even the queen who was once called the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, couldn't compare with it.

After the queen raised her skirt and left.

The silver-haired priest in the high position raised his hand.

A god attendant next to him immediately fetched a vessel.

The silver-haired priest put his hand on top of the vessel, his slender fingers were like her face, carved out of ice and snow.

Such flawless and clean hands easily stirred up a bloody storm in an ancient kingdom.

"Send the holy water to Your Majesty," the young silver-haired priest retracted his hands into the wide sleeves of the priest's robe, and stated calmly: "Notify His Majesty's guards that the Queen intends to murder Your Majesty. If the Queen resists, she can be executed on the spot."

The god attendant next to him lowered his head motionlessly, and when he heard the last sentence, his hand holding the utensil shook slightly.

The young silver-haired priest looked sideways at him.

"Boom—!"

The god attendant knelt down abruptly, still holding the vessel high with both hands, his head had already touched the ground.

"The country cannot live without a king, so let Prince Asker take over the throne tomorrow."

"Yes!"

This scene should have ended here, but no one called to stop.

Everyone looked at the man on the high seat.

When the young silver-haired priest closed her eyes to cover her pitch-black eyes, under the illumination of the crystal lamp, her whole body seemed to be shrouded in holy light.

The white vestment of the supreme bishop, the silver-white hair, the snow-white face, and even the red lips are like the color of red lotuses offered by the holy pool, so holy that he doesn't look like a real person.

Can you say he is hypocritical?

Yes! He is so hypocritical! With such a holy face like a son of God, you can deprive a few people of their lives with just a few words!

He is even cruel, vicious and narrow-minded.

It was just a threat from the queen to kill the other party, and to charge the other party with a crime that would attract the resentment of the people of the whole country.

Such a vicious and vicious person.

If you hadn't seen him do all this with your own eyes, you would never have imagined that he would be such a person.

Even if I saw it with my own eyes...

"Card."

Xiao Jin finally called out the word.

He looked around at the people around him, and found that everyone's eyes were on Si Huang, even Lei Xie was no exception.

Strangely, there was no disgust in their eyes for the vicious villain. Instead, they were still focused, and they didn't realize that their minds had been attracted by the other party.