But apparently someone is under more pressure than her.
Jiang Jiang stared in amazement as Rosa jumped out of the carriage, rolled over a few times and ran away.
This heroine is quite skilled.
She couldn't help but ask 10086 again: "Is the male protagonist really that scary? She told me a few days ago that she wanted to wait until she got to the capital to find a chance to escape."
As soon as she heard the driver say that this group of nuns would be taken to the Vatican without stopping, she immediately jumped out of the car and ran away.
10086 tried to defend the hero: "The God of Light is probably quite merciful! He was curious about the heroine and forgot that ordinary people can't look at him, so he might have scared her."
Jiang Jiang: "Great, so now the question is, can I ignore Him?"
10086 Calmly said: "No, but this is something you need to consider, dear."
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He got off the carriage with a nervous mood.
What comes into view is a magnificent platinum church. The sunlight shines on the church's outer walls, reflecting dazzling light, as if the entire building is shrouded in holy light.
The walls of the church are carved with intricate reliefs, and the huge stained-glass windows depict the stories of the God of Light and his subordinate gods. Colorful light and shadows shine through the glass onto the ground, as if a miracle has descended.
Jiang Jiang could even faintly hear the sound of the organ and the singing of the choir.
This scene strangely calmed her heart.
While she was immersed in the scene before her, she did not notice that the statue behind her slowly opened its eyes.
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"Oh, my dear Jiang Jiang." The brown-haired nun, referring to her Saint Aunt, gently hugged her and said with a smile, "Don't feel pressured. The family's honor doesn't need to be earned by a child. Even if you're not chosen, just treat it as a trip to the imperial capital."
Her aunt arranged her in the middle of the line. In her words, here she would not have to bear the pressure of the front row, nor would she have to worry about the attention she would receive from those sitting too far back.
Jiang Jiangxian was grateful for her aunt's consideration and was now curiously watching the other candidates participating in the divine selection.
Among the statues of the twelve subsidiary gods, there is the statue of the God of Light.
The nun knelt under the dome of the dome church, which was painted with a starry sky, and chanted blessings. Points of light like starlight emerged from her body and circled around the statues like elves dancing.
The cardinal said solemnly, "Time is up, next one."
Being chosen by God was an extremely low probability event, so no one present, including the nun who stood up, looked surprised, but she still looked a little disappointed.
Jiang Jiang focused on watching the nuns in the front row take turns giving blessings. She could see that sometimes the statue actually lit up slightly, but then went out as if in a dilemma.
We soon arrived at Jiangjiang.
She knelt before the statue, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and softly recited the blessing she had memorized.
Star-like points of light surged from her body and gradually gathered into a flowing beam of light.
Looking at the back of the piously kneeling blond girl, the cardinal said to the saint with great interest, "Your niece is very talented. She may surpass you in the future."
Helena also prayed for her niece: "May God bless her."
They are all waiting for God's decision.
However, more than half of the five minutes had passed, and the statue remained motionless. The light spot representing Jiang Jiang did not seem to have touched any of the gods.
Instead, it stopped in mid-air and wrapped around the arm of the statue of the God of Light.
"But that's impossible!" The cardinal looked at Jing Qiang, whom he had never seen before, in confusion. "There has never been a spiritual light point attracted by the Supreme God before."
Where no one can see.
The god formed by the gathering of holy light lowered his pair of radiant eyes, held out his hands to hold the beam of light, and a smile appeared on his handsome and compassionate face.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and awkwardly imitated human language:
"Ginger...Ginger."
God's whispers are unheard.
But the moment the words fell, the tightly closed palace door was pushed open, and a gentle spring breeze passed through everyone, blowing the golden hair of the kneeling girl.
Then the singing began.
Helena was surprised: "Could it be the god of music and poetry?"
No one could answer her.
Because the spiritual beam representing Jiang Jiang began to converge and expand, gradually covering the entire auditorium.
"Helena, look ahead!"
As soon as Helena looked up, she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.
The statue of the god of music and poetry played the god's birthday song, the god of hunting raised his bow and arrow, the god of life and growth hummed softly, and the god of war drew his sword.
The night sky above the dome was illuminated, and the light from the statues of the subordinate gods gathered at the center, and the starlight wrapped around the statue of the Supreme God like the Milky Way.
"No, that can't be." The cardinal stared blankly at Jing Qiang in front of him, with a guess in his mind that he thought was absurd, but made his blood boil.
"She wants to awaken the God of Light!"
In an instant, the statue in the center seemed to respond to the girl's blessing. Its golden eyes opened, and a strong aura of light filled the entire church as it awakened.
In such a situation, no one dared to speak, and even breathing stopped subconsciously.
The instigator of all this was still kneeling on the ground, praying with his eyes closed.
Golden light enveloped her, as if the God of Light was covering His devout believers under His wings.
And all these miracles disappeared as the girl opened her eyes.
The only thing left in her sight was the golden statue in the center.
So warm.
So kind.
As if bewitched, Jiang Jiang stood up and walked forward step by step.
As the others stared in astonishment, she smiled faintly and placed her hand in the palm of the statue of the God of Light.
In an instant, a golden contract rose from the ground, turned into golden light and entered Jiang Jiang's body.
Helena looked at the slender figure and could hardly hold back her excitement as she whispered, "God of Light! She signed a contract with the Supreme God!"
No one present, except Jiang Jiang, could look at the figure of the god.
Of course, apart from Him, no other god dares to covet the person He chooses.
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