The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"I smell the scent of change." Facing the Dark God's question, Xuan Yuan thought for a moment and answered like this, his long eyebrows like distant mountains slightly frowned, Xuan Yuan pursed his thin lips, and a hint of dark light flashed across his bright golden eyes.

The Dark God was not blind, so he could see that Xuan Yuan looked wrong. After a moment of contemplation, he sneered, "Why, this change is not good for you? No, that's not right--" He looked Xuan Yuan up and down for a few times, and sneered, "I don't think you are such a person who cares about the country and the people."

"Could it be that this change is actually good for me? Will it help me increase my strength and wake up from my slumber? Even--" The Dark God narrowed his eyes dangerously and whispered softly, "Will it give me enough strength to destroy the world?"

Glancing at Xuan Yuan with a smile, he snorted and said, "Besides that, I really can't think of any reason that can make you care about Atretidis so much."

The Dark God knew clearly that Xuan Yuan would do his best to reform Atretidis here, not because he loved this continent, but because he promised the God of Light to stop him from destroying the world.

In other words, if he promised to agree to destroy the world, then Xuan Yuan would also fight for it with all his strength, vowing to destroy the entire Atretidis continent.

He doesn't care about this continent at all, and he is not really a good person, let alone a savior. I don't know if the stubborn and simple God of Light regrets choosing Xuanyuan for help.

However, it must be said that although he does not have such deep feelings for Attitidis, because he is rational and cold enough, he can see the key to the matter more clearly and has the courage to change it directly.

From this point of view, the person chosen by the God of Light is particularly suitable. Glancing at the golden light spot floating quietly behind Xuanyuan, the Dark God rolled his eyes. How could that stubborn and overly simple old-fashioned person have such vision!

It must be a blind cat that hits a dead mouse, just a coincidence!

"In fact, there is one thing that I have always been curious about and puzzled about, and I am a little concerned about the answer." Just when the Dark God spit on the God of Light in his heart, Xuanyuan suddenly spoke slowly, his voice clear and cold, with a hint of puzzlement.

The Dark God looked over without any fluctuations in his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "What are you curious about? What are you confused about? You can't be confused about why I want to destroy Atlantis, I remember I should have said it many times-"

"No." Facing the Dark God's speculation, Xuan Yuan calmly shook his head slightly, his lips slightly raised, a hint of doubt and a hint of smile flashed across his golden eyes, Xuan Yuan opened his lips and asked, "I'm a little curious, why are you completely different from the memory of the Light God."

The Dark God was slightly startled, his face hidden under the wide cloak was slightly surprised, and his thin eyebrows were slightly frowned. Obviously, he didn't expect Xuan Yuan to ask this.

But at this time, Xuanyuan had quietly continued: "In the memory of the God of Light, you are a mighty man who is nearly two meters tall, strong and powerful, tall and strong, wearing armor every day. Even the God of Light has never seen your face under the armor."

"But whether it is the statue I saw on the black jade door of the underground palace in the deepest part of the Dark Temple, or the image of your soul that I saw with my own eyes, it is far from the memory of the God of Light."

The arc of Xuanyuan's lips finally raised an obvious smile, and the light in his golden eyes was shimmering and beautiful. He asked with a smile: "Tell me, is there something wrong with the memory of the God of Light, or have you been deceiving Him with a fake face?"

Xuanyuan personally tends to the latter. The God of Light did fall into a deep sleep because the war of gods consumed most of his divine power, but His brain is not broken, how could there be a problem with his memory? In addition, the attitude of the Dark God towards the God of Light is so strange, and it is easy to know what is going on.

"…………Hmph." Facing Xuanyuan's half-smile questioning, the Dark God looked grim, and snorted for a long time, then suddenly his soul flashed, and he disappeared in the study, and actually left the Temple of Light and the Realm of Light.

After the Dark God "fled", the half-smile, slightly teasing smile between Xuanyuan's eyebrows finally faded, and finally turned into indifference and expressionlessness. He said softly in a faint tone: "You really confessed without asking."

The Dark God's reaction has already told him the answer clearly. It is obvious that in those long years, the Dark God has always been getting along with the Light God in a false image, or it can't be said to be false, just... wearing heavy and tall armor.

However, Xuanyuan didn't understand why the Dark God did this. With his scheming and calculations, it seems impossible for him to foresee his breakup with the Light God and prepare in advance!

How could the Dark God be so smart!

"Forget it, why think too much? What does the mess of these gods have to do with me?" Xuanyuan shrugged casually and finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to investigate. He was not so gossipy. He was not 0617!

0617: Host, you are blackmailing me again. Our friendship has capsized, capsized!

"I just need to complete the task and collect various treasure materials. It's rare to come to such a magical world. I can't go back empty-handed." Xuanyuan pondered in his heart and made up his mind. As a cultivator, passing by a treasure mountain without taking it will be punished by heaven!

A dance was being held in the royal palace in the capital of the Ovanlia Empire. Basically all the nobles in the capital came to participate. The noble ladies wore gorgeous and exquisite dance skirts, and there were many handsome men in complicated formal suits. Handsome aristocratic young men were spinning on the dance floor, and the atmosphere was warm and cheerful.

"Look, is that girl Angela, the second young lady of Earl Rose's family? I heard that she is not a fool. Why did you bring her to the ball today? Today is the crown prince's coming-of-age ceremony. It's not a good idea to bring her here. Not afraid of ruining the party."

In the resting place next to the dance floor, an aristocratic lady in a red dress spread out her hands and covered her lips with an exquisite folding fan decorated with gorgeous fiery red feathers. She asked in a soft and thin voice who was also tired from dancing and came to rest. Little friend.

"Your news is out of date. A month ago, Miss Angela fell into the lake in the Earl's Mansion out of fun and almost drowned. It was Earl Rose who prayed for the gift of the God of Light to save her. She woke up. After I came here, I stopped being stupid and became normal.”

The aristocratic lady with long blue hair tied up and wearing a lace silver-blue dress laughed softly, her tone without any emotion, and she seemed very indifferent. She raised her hand to smooth the broken hair around her cheeks, revealing the dazzling sapphire bracelet between her white and jade wrists.

Earl Rose is indeed considered the number one figure in the imperial capital, but his daughter has been stupid for many years, and everyone in the imperial capital knows about it. How can such a young lady marry into the royal family and become the crown prince's concubine?

She didn't bother to pay attention to the uncompetitive opponents, which lowered her own style in vain, didn't she? She would not be like this idiot. The young lady in the silver-blue dress had a smile as bright as a flower, and glanced at the girl in the red dress with her elegant and bright eyes.

"oops!"

In the vast and luxuriously decorated dance hall, elegant music echoed, as sweet and graceful as the gurgling stream. Suddenly, a soft and sweet exclamation sounded, causing the noble ladies and young men in the entire dance hall to move in the direction of the sound. Looked over.

I saw at the edge of the dance floor, a petite girl wearing a white lace gauze dress, as pure and clean as an angel, with a blushing face and half lying in the arms of a handsome blond man, with tears in her eyes and a hint of surprise. , pure and innocent.

Just by looking at it, none of the people present knew what was going on. It was just that the girl fell and was caught by someone by chance. However, she didn't know whether it was a real accident or a long-planned plan.

The petite girl with long light blond hair pinned up by a small rhinestone crown blushed and got up from the arms of the man who was holding her in a panic. She lowered her head and spoke in a voice as low as a mosquito: "Thank you, thank you."

Although her voice was slightly trembling, it was sweet and touching. Coupled with the girl's fairy-like white gauze skirt, the whole person looked even more petite, charming and pitiful. Her innocent, clean and simple appearance made her look like an angel. Holy and beautiful.

"You're welcome, be careful in the future." The blond man who caught the girl was tall and slender, with a faint smile on his handsome and elegant face. He spoke to the girl in a very gentle tone, and his eyes seemed to be filled with emotion as he stared down at her. Warmth.

The girl in the silver-blue dress who had been sure of winning before suddenly clenched her hands and gritted her silver teeth tightly. How could it be such a coincidence that the girl in the white gauze skirt fell towards His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?

Angela - looking at the blushing face and dazzling blue eyes of the girl in the white dress from a distance, she felt resentful in her heart. She was just an aristocratic lady who had been stupid for more than ten years. How dare she expect the Crown Prince? What a wishful thinking!

No matter how resentful the other noble ladies felt when they saw the Crown Prince chatting enthusiastically with such a girl who didn't know where she came from, it didn't affect Angela's happy conversation with the Crown Prince.

"You are so knowledgeable. You know so clearly a lot of things that I know a little about but don't understand." The smile on Angela's lips was sweet, and there was a bit of admiration and yearning in her eyes. "Can you tell me more? Something about the Dragon Clan? I’m very curious and yearning for it.”

Crown Prince Louis said with a smile: "Of course, the human race and the dragon race have always been on good terms, and I know the dragon race fairly well. After all, we all believe in the God of Light."

"God of Light?" Angela suddenly frowned, with a flash of disapproval in her eyes, "I think the existence of gods is just a sustenance of faith, but we shouldn't care too much about it. After all, we have to fight for our own lives, right? ?"

Louis' face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "Miss Rogesa, please be careful what you say."