the end of the heavens

Therefore, the current treatment method is purely taking advantage of the opportunity, but the family members of the victims are still thankful.

"It's okay, it's also my fault for not being strict with the imperial court."

After healed, Russell tapped his fingertips to flick off the dried blood on Hedamian's body. Because his clothes were torn, his snow-white skin was instantly exposed.

Di Yasi flew forward and embraced her younger sister, who had just turned bright, her face was flushed.

I am ashamed to have blasphemed the eyes of God.

Aio: (?_?)

That's right, that's right!

"Tsk tsk!"

Russell stroked his chin, and looked up and down at the sisters who were hugging each other, making Diais feel uncomfortable, annoyed and at the same time blaming herself for the absurd thoughts in her heart.

"Sun God, is it because my sister's injury hasn't completely healed yet?"

Seen on pins and needles by Russell's gaze, Diais struggled to open her mouth, and kept telling herself that the Sun God is bright and fraternal, which is different from the gods on the streets of Mount Olympus.

"It has nothing to do with the injury, you two sisters are very talented, and two holy clothes have chosen you."

In the middle of Russell's speech, the two holy garments suspended above the Sun God Hall fell down, namely Pisces and Capricorn.

"..."

Diais caught sight of the Pisces Saint Cloth, and couldn't look away. She swallowed and said, "Sun God, I can completely understand why the Saint Cloth chooses my sister. She has a strong personality since she was a child, and she strives for the best in everything she does. Ability to be perfect, but I..."

"You question your own talent?"

"Well, that's true."

Diais was stunned for a moment, admitting that it was difficult for her to be unqualified, she asked for help, "Could it be that I haven't taken myself seriously and haven't discovered the talent I should have?"

"You think too much, your talent is indeed mediocre."

"Hahaha……"

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Diais was very embarrassed. If she knew this, she would not have expectations.

"Diais, you have a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve."

"What is it?"

Diais widened her eyes, and the fire of hope was rekindled.

"Pisces thinks you're pretty."

"?"

Diais was a little confused, her words were true, but what did beauty have to do with the holy clothes.

"Pisces likes pretty girls and boys, and you fit its aesthetic standards."

Russell said truthfully, the girl is really good looking, she has been raised for two years and she is a peerless beauty, the kind that can make Zeus and Poseidon break their heads.

It is good to put her in the last house, do nothing, and watch her every day.

Of course, Russell's starting point is not only for his own eyes, but also for his compassionate kindness, and he can't bear to see the tragedy in the world.

For a beauty like Diais, if you don't give her a strong and strong thigh, you will end up harming others or being harmed by others.

Fitting the world view, here you can refer to the battle between Helen and Troy.

After ten years of fighting, countless big-breasted brothers died and died for a woman, but in the end the firewall lost to the Trojan horse virus, and the whole city was slaughtered.

Russell felt that he was doing the right thing, that Diais's good looks deserved to eat Pisces.

As for the general talent, it is difficult to cultivate a strong golden saint, he said that the problem is not big.

If the previous eleventh house is blown up, the result will be the same whether there is Pisces or not. In this case, it is reasonable to raise a beautiful girl to gather the hearts of the Sanctuary.

Listen up to those in the eleventh house, if you can’t keep it, Pisces will be harmed by the enemy.

The first thousand and 130 chapters stay away from me, don't talk

Russell is self-aware that it is the same as Athena's saints. Listen carefully to the zodiac warriors. If you can't hold on, the goddess will be harmed by the enemy.

It's not over yet, the enemies are not outsiders, but the goddess' uncle, second uncle, old father, and other brothers of the goddess.

"So, my sister and I are already saints?"

With the two golden holy garments in front of her, Diais still felt incredible, especially herself, she could become a saint just because she was beautiful

It always sounds weird.

"It's real, you go to the Pisces Palace to rest first, your sister's place, after you wake up, explain to her yourself"

Before Luo Su could finish his sentence, he waved away the two holy clothes and the sister flowers. The impatient posture made Ai'o next to him think that he would make a big move next.

For example, he made an excuse to boo, and then he never returned, and he appeared refreshed the next day, indicating that the sanctuary was twists and turns, and he was lost.

But it didn't. After sending Hedamian and Diais away, Russell looked thoughtfully at the water mirror. In the picture was Chiron, a mysterious young man who was confronting Osysis.

"This person is very powerful. Is he also here for the Saint Cloth?"

It was rare to see Russell being serious, not prudish, and Io couldn't help but become curious about Kiron.

The man who made Russell ignore the beauty last time was Hephaestus, the god of fire.

For him, Russell released the pigeons of Athena and Artemis, and promised never to flirt with Aphrodite.

"Compared with his purpose, I care more about who is behind him."

Russell seemed to be talking to himself: "The world is cruel, and there has never been real freedom. Within the framework established by the gods, there can be geniuses in this world, but when their talents are fulfilled, they must be at the mercy of others. Otherwise, stand up and resist, gain status and manipulate others."

"Behind him is a main god?"

"Look and talk."

Russell squinted his eyes slightly, looking forward to it. In addition to being curious about Chiron's identity, he also wanted to see the scene where Ursus was abused.

The ruthless younger brother failed to pretend to be coercive, but in front of his younger brother, the picture must be beautiful.

In the twin wombs, Ursus formed a knife with his palms together, igniting golden flames.

Without any warning, dazzling golden light bloomed from his palm, criss-crossing and weaving into a golden net that enveloped the entire Gemini womb.