Natasi looked out of the hall from time to time.

It has been a while since Mr. Leslie followed Sister Belia.

The banquet was about to begin, and the waiters were busy setting up the champagne tower. It is said that this came from the other side of the sea. The crystal clear wine glasses dazzle like diamonds under the wall lamp, and cover the long table with white silk cloth. Delicate pastries and fruits are arranged like wonderful artworks.

Natasi has never seen a banquet more luxurious than this.

Everyone was wearing magnificent clothes, and as she had dreamed of, they spoke to each other implicitly and reservedly, something she could not understand. The rich scent of wine filled the entire hall, and far away, the king's concubines could already be seen coming over with rich makeup.

"Miss Leonard, have you seen Mr. Leslie?"

The directors came and asked.

"I have not seen."

"Oh, the **** of light is on..." The secretary patted his head with a headache. "The first dance is about to begin."

"I, I saw Mr. Leslie went out with Sister Belia," Natasi lowered her head. "You can look around."

The director immediately showed a clear expression:

"Ah, let's wait a second, maybe for a while, this brightest pair will dance for us."

Somehow, Natasi did not want Mr. Leslie to be found. Once Mr. Leslie was found, in order to make up for Sister Belia, she would only dance with her sister...she looked at the line closer and closer people:

"But what about the king and concubines?"

The director proudly raised his chin:

"He will have no objections."

Natasi was shocked.

In her perception, the king of the kingdom of Sauron is a giant mountain that cannot be climbed, but now this giant mountain has become the existence of being watched in the Temple of Light.

......This is the deity, no, the status of the clergy?

In her surprise, the Secretary politely offered to leave.

Natasi was afraid to be asked about Mr. Leslie again, and simply went to the small prayer room next to the main hall for a while. When she came out again, she found that Sister Belia was back again, but she was not followed by dear Lai anymore. Mr. Slie, instead, was surrounded by several handsome envoys.

She sighed involuntarily:

Fortunately... didn't come.

Natasi also noticed that Sister Belia's mood was not high, her fingers carrying sparkling wine were slightly sagged, and her head was a decadent reed.

Liu Yu was not decadent.

She gazed at the hall, and finally found this goal in the southeast corner of the shrine, Master Malan—

The extreme believer who was extremely fanatical about the **** of light.

She needs his humiliation to herself—

This is a necessary part of her plan.

The trail of the black emperor is very eye-catching. Under the premise that the whole hall is white, he has a solemn black Xingyue robe, just like the black crow in the crowd, not to mention the two born from the face. Dao's harsh decree lines.

Lord Bruce left after the worship service, but Lord Malan needed to stay to maintain order.

Liu Yu carried sparkling wine and went to the southeast corner without any trace.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

In the meantime, she chatted with many people, clink glasses, and smiled, but also glanced at Natasi.

Natasi jumped up like a frightened elk, her face red somehow, and Liu Yu returned her gaze casually. Speaking of that, she did not feel bad about Natasi, even if she succeeded in making Gaia agree to be her partner ——

However, this is the point of survival resources.

How could she just watch the resources be taken away from her eyes. Only silly white sweets will think that pies will fall from the sky-but even the universal **** will only feed the lambs in their sheepfolds.

Wolves are all robbed.

Liu Yu admits that the blood flowing in her bones is always hawkish.

She walked to a champagne tower and stopped.

This place is quite close to Master Malan; he can see her as soon as he turns his head.

A passing angel stopped:

"Miss Fergus, oh, you are so beautiful today."

"Thank you."

Liu Yu picked up the skirt and returned a salute.

Master Malan heard the movement and looked up, and at once he saw the shining and beautiful blonde girl beside him. She looks like a venomous snake with a cute skin in the Garden of Eden, and will always lure the lambs of this temple to fall.

His harsh face tightened:

"Miss Fergus, I suggest you go out and turn left."

"Maran...adult?" The girl didn't seem to hear him, opened her mouth slightly, and she looked stupid. "You mean... let me go?"

"Yes, you heard it right, Miss Fergus." Maran paused, with a disgusted tone. "How can a bright believer defiled by the dark apostle stand in this clean and spacious hall, how? Eligible to appear where the deity once came?"

The girl's face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person started to tremble

The sparkling wine in his hand was not stable, and he snapped to the ground. The blue wine dripped to the ground, and a few drops splashed onto her blue skirt.

The eyes of the main hall were gathered to her.

The waiter quickly took the veil and came over:

"Miss Fergus, you..."

"No need to."

Was rejected by the girl.

She pressed her lips tightly:

"Master Malan, my heart is clean. It belongs to the great **** of light, without any trace of infidelity."

With the harsher eyes of Master Malan, crystal tears began to gather in those blue sparkling eyes: "You can't deny me just like this -"

"--negative?"

Maran rubbed his lips cruelly, "Miss Fergus, you can't look down on yourself too. If you weren't the bishop, Miss Fergus, you would have been tied to the torture rack, and like all pagans, turned into fly ash. "

"Your existence is sin."

He said slowly.

"No, I did nothing wrong. The only thing I did wrong was not to kill the dark apostle on the spot."

"Go out! Otherwise--"

"--No! I want to stay here."

The girl stood stubbornly, her back straight, like an unyielding aspen.

"I won't go, Master Malan, I belong here."

Malan Longdu’s scepter is almost going to fall on this girl who is not at all good, but the admonishment before Lord Bruce floats up: "Malan, put away your tyranny, this is not your court of judgment, don’t give me God discredited."

"Oh," he sneered twice. "Darkness is always darkness, and sin is always evil. Once we have been with darkness, we can no longer step into the light. Miss Fergus--" He lengthened his voice, "-- Remember, I will stare at you until I am sent to the gallows."

"I am waiting."

As Lord Malan left, the stubborn girl just dropped her shoulders as if she was overwhelmed.

She was like a pale ghost walking in countless strange, speculative, and not so friendly eyes, and Natasi found out that Sister Belia was getting closer and closer to herself.

Her heart throbbed and throbbed, her heart seemed to be pinched by a huge force--

She also heard what Master Malan said.

That said, it was not just saying to Sister Belia, it was more like throwing it towards her face:

In terms of guiltlessness, she is ten thousand times more serious than Sister Belia.

After all, when she saw Louise for the first time, he was lying on the pavement dying, as if she was going to die anytime. She secretly took him back to the utility room of the Fergus family. She took care of it every day and provided... her own Blood.

Natasi never knew that this matter was so serious.

dark? There are also good people in the dark camp. Why doesn't everyone understand...

She looked left and right subconsciously and wanted to find support—

But it was discovered that at the entrance of the temple, a tall, thin boy did not know how long he had been there.

He stood quietly, his silver hair almost hanging, and his face was almost pitiful.

He "looked" at her, and the green eyes of the lake reflected the broken image of the light. As the blonde girl walked, the broken image gently swayed.

...Mr. Leslie.

Natasi almost shouted, she covered her mouth.

The director over there has begun to say:

"Mr. Leslie, you are finally here! We can still wait for you to start the dance!"

Natasi involuntarily raised a glimmer of hope. Lord Malan had just reprimanded Sister Belia. In such a sacred palace, it would not be possible for Sister Belia to dance, so... would it be her turn.

She raised her head and looked forward with hope, but found that somehow, Sister Belia had approached her.

The waiter in the white silk and black vest shuttled back and forth, coming and going.

The king and concubines looked at the blonde girl like an enemy in the distance. It seemed that once she had any problems, she would ask the golden knight around to defend herself.

A diner was pushed by the waiter, passing by from behind, and the grunt of the wheels rolled across the road.

Natasi found that a huge six-layer cake was placed on the dining car, the black forest was dotted with red pearl fruit, light blue double-grass cherry, and her favorite cocoa powder syrup was poured.

certainly delicious.

She thought about it carelessly, her eyes still in the distance--

Mr. Leslie stepped on his long legs and came over.

"Natasi, sorry."

With a soft pass, Natasi almost thought she had heard it wrong.

She turned her head subconsciously, but the arm that was in contact with Sister Belia was gently brought, and she “pushed” it forward—she touched Sister Belia's chest.

"Ah, Natash--"

The blonde girl's face was unbelievable, followed by sadness.

She seemed to be hit by a force and her hands were flying in the air. She seemed to be grasping something, but she didn't catch anything. She fell heavily on the passing dining car.

"Dingling babbles—"

The dining car overturned.

The huge Black Forest cake was smashed down like a celestial girl in midair, and the weak girl knocked back at the corner of the dining car. She was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. The gorgeous azure-blue dress could not see the original look at all.

"Oh, the God of Light is on! This is—"

The directors looked at the messy ground and looked at Natasi as if she had run into a catastrophe.

Natasi waved her hand:

"No, it's not me, it's my sister..."

She didn't understand why Sister Belia did this...

She looked subconsciously at Mr. Leslie, only to find nothing on his delicate face.

Princess Mary shook her feather fan over:

"Huh, civilian education is just not possible...even such inferior means can make it out..."

The **** the ground can no longer see the original bright and beautiful look.

She was like a dirty puppet, covered in mud.

The girl covered her face and sobbed like she had nowhere to control herself.

She seemed sad enough to talk, but she only choked and couldn't say anything. Tears criss-crossed her face, leaving traces of it.

Everyone was quiet.

Yes, Miss Fergus has suffered too much since last night.

She begged, drank, and jumped the river, and she couldn’t change her lover’s decision. Her lover would dance with her sister, and the arrogant, pure aristocratic nature of the Fergus family must make her suffer—

When he arrived here, he was reprimanded by Master Malan, and no devout light believer could bear such insults.

And her sister gave her the last blow, and everyone noticed Miss Leonard's hands that were too late to take back.

Miss Fergus thus knocked over the dining car...

With such multiple blows, which weak girl and noble noble can bear it?

She must have collapsed.

The girl's sob seems to support this.

"Belia."

At this time, a beautiful voice spread.

Liu Yu only felt a clear cedar-like breath wrapped her.

"I will send you back."

She looked up, and the face of the silver-haired boy was near.

He stooped slightly and handed her a white handkerchief in his hand, with a rose flower embroidered on it.

That's where she stayed with him.

She avoided his hand.

Her little face on her back was dirty and her eyes were flushed. Only her blue eyes were as clear as washed water. People who have seen such eyes never believe that she will be in the dark.

She should be pure and clear.

And Malan's perennial coldness and excessive punishment were well known in the college.

"No, Gaia."

The boy's hand was blank in the air.

At this moment, another pale and beautiful hand was handed in front of the blonde girl, and the young man with black hair and black pupils had a gentle smile:

"Miss Fergus, it seems that this gentleman must let me do it."

Liu Yu put his hand on the pale palm.

Louis leaned over and hugged her in her arms. She was like a soft herbivore in his arms.

Louis suddenly felt strangely unable to speak.

He knew how cunning and evil this man was in his arms, but he didn't know that she was as light as Natasi, but she was not really hard.

"I won."

Louis waved a strange feeling, silently showing off to the person in his arms.

"No, it's not over yet."

The girl’s cake-filled face looked almost filthy to the extreme, and the uneasiness and longing flashed in her eyes made her look more delicious.

Louis couldn't help blinking.

At this moment, the young man's voice came from the back again:

"Belia, I agree."

His voice was so beautiful that he floated in this hall like a breeze.

"Does it refer to etiquette class?"

Her voice sounded cautious, and weeping occasionally.

"Yes, that's right."

Liu Yu couldn't help laughing:

She won the bet.

Since then, his soft heart has become her weapon.

When he was empty, the person moved from the cold embrace of Louis to the euphoria of the cedar. The silver-haired boy looked at her quietly, and the mercy and gentleness on his face became helpless:

"Belia, you always..."

She buried her head in his arms and whispered:

"Gaia, thank you."

Thank you for your compromise.

The teenager sighed softly.

The girl childishly wiped tears and cake on his chest like a white silk shirt.

"Beliya..."

The girl put her hands around his neck naturally:

"Okay, Gaia, we are all dirty, go back."

"What about the opening dance?"

The directors asked dumbfounded.

The teenager stopped and glanced at Louis deeply before saying:

"Miss Fergus and I are not convenient..."

His white silk shirt had also been stained with dirty "mud", and the secretary closed his mouth.

Gaia nodded slightly:

"I think Prince Carlo and Princess Mary don't mind leading this dance."

"Yes, I do."

Prince Carlo looked at the two with sad eyes, and took Princess Mary's hand again, "I think it's not too rude to let us dance."

"what about me?"

A voice suddenly sounded, soft, with a bit of pain, humiliation, and struggling, the voice asked, "Mr. Leslie, you also believe...I pushed my sister?"