I'm Not Really a Gold Saint

The air freezes.

Three seconds later, a dazzling golden light appeared on the big hand, and the fluctuations in the small universe soared.

"The Cyclops you killed, the spoils are naturally yours to deal with."

Shura immediately handed over the bottle with both hands without any hesitation.

Ding Li took the bottle and lamented that the other person who knows current affairs is a hero, not a dead-headed person.

If Shura doesn't want to, I don't mind giving him a Titan Starburst...

Speaking of which, the Golden Saint Seiya can use his own blood to turn the Bronze Saint Cloth into a Gold Saint Cloth, and Athena can activate the Saint Cloth with his own blood.

So poured the blood of this god on the tombstone?

So he is bound to get the blood of God.

###Chapter 53 The large-scale social death scene of the magic bell###

After collecting the blood of God, Ding Li sensed that the small universe of the Silver Saints was approaching, turned around and left.

"Please... Excuse me, what should I call you?"

Shura still wanted to catch up and ask.

whoosh...

Without any nonsense, Ding Li turned into a golden light and disappeared in place.

It was so fast that people couldn't react in time. Shura wanted to ask for his name, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and came to a deep hidden merit and fame.

"Ma Ling, you stay here to deal with the aftermath."

Shura dropped a word, followed and left the scene, moving like lightning.

He didn't want to chase the mysterious man, but rushed to report to the Pope. The blood of God was what His Majesty asked for by name, so he had to apologize and report the mysterious man's information to the Pope.

The Silver Saints rushed to the scene one after another at this time, seeing the wreckage of the Cyclops lying in the magma, and the scene where the ground was pierced, they couldn't help being amazed, and everyone was terrified.

Especially Seiya, his curiosity was even more bursting: "Moling, have you seen that person's appearance clearly? What does he look like?"

"Don't ask me who he is, I don't know."

Mo Ling silently shook his head.

Mesti the Lizard: "This mysterious man is probably a legendary golden saint."

Moses Moby-Dick: "But he didn't wear the golden vestment."

Hercules Allugidi: "That's right, he didn't wear the golden holy clothes at all, so he shouldn't be a golden saint."

Derry of the Arrow: "Who else has such a powerful small universe besides the Golden Saint Seiya?"

Seiya was about to speak when a familiar voice came from behind:

"Wow, it was really exciting just now, the Cyclops was slapped down just like that."

Yes, it was Ding Li who came.

I saw him panting, with a long-delayed appearance and an extremely curious look, asking left and right.

"The one who killed the Cyclops must be the legendary Golden Saint."

"No, maybe even stronger than the Gold Saint Seiya."

Ding Li hit his left palm with his right fist, looking eager to discuss.

He moved at the speed of light, hid the blood in a very short time, changed his clothes, and rushed over slowly.

The acting skills are online, no one doubts.

Just when Ding Li felt that he had gotten away with it.

A small hand pressed on his chest without warning, and squeezed it hard, making the pores of his body stand upright.

"Ma Ling, what are you doing? Are you harassing me?"

Ding Li yelled loudly, and pushed the opponent's little hand away.

Hey, hey, sister Moling, you are too impatient.

In broad daylight, bright and bright, you actually covet my beauty.

Can't you wait until the dead of night, when no one is around?

Of course, Ding Li had guessed the other party's intentions long ago, and he doubted himself. I have to say that a woman's intuition is terrifying.

The magic bell muttered, "Although it's big, it's not enough."

She looked at Ding Li, and suddenly shouted coldly: "Ding Li, I want to fight you now!"

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads.

what's going on?

Seiya was taken aback, what's going on?

He thought that Moling and Xingya had a good relationship, but he turned his back when he said they turned their faces.

Sharna came over immediately after hearing this: "Mo Ling, don't make trouble for nothing, try to touch my people."

Mesti was a little strange: "Moling, why do you want to fight a grave guard?"

"He took off my mask and saw my face."

Mo Ling's words shocked everyone, and made everyone suddenly realize.

No wonder they thought the relationship between the two was weird before. It turned out that Mo Ling's face was seen by the grave keeper.

Why is this kid peeping at the female saint?

Sure enough, is the brain broken?

According to the rules of the sanctuary for thousands of years, the following may be a life-and-death battle.

"Hey……"

Sharna sighed.

Knowing this, Ding Li couldn't avoid it.

With Ding Li's attributes as a mental patient, there is no way for Mo Ling to fall in love with him.

Mesti said lightly: "Since the age of mythology, women cannot be saints. If you want to be a saint, you must wear a mask. From then on, you forget that you are a woman. If a man sees his true colors, he can only kill him or fall in love with him." He has two choices."

He turned to Sharna and said, "You can't interfere in the duel below."

"Yes, no one should interfere in this duel, you should be witnesses."

The voice of the magic bell was cold, and she slowly assumed an attacking posture.

Ding Li spread his hands innocently: "Hey, is there a third option?"

"No, you are ready to die."

The small universe in Mo Ling's body is climbing up and down, and he is concentrating on it. This is going to be serious.

"Why can't you love me? Don't you like people with muscles?"

Ding Li bent his arms in a pose to show off his muscles.

Magic Bell is wearing the Aquila Silver Saint Cloth, and her combat power is considered to be the peak silver. Except for Olufi of the Lyra, she may be able to rank among the top five or six silver.

If you are just in normal form, without the blessing of the holy clothes, you need to quickly crush the opponent, and you need to open a gear.

But that shows strength.

Maybe... this is exactly the purpose of the magic bell looking for a duel with herself now.

Saint fighters can identify people through the microcosm.

"Everyone who sees your face will be killed? Then come..."

Ding Li raised his chest and raised his head, assumed an attack posture, and suddenly rushed towards the magic bell.

Reckless!

Sharna shook her head, anticipating that Ding Li would suffer.

The magic bell immediately launched a supersonic attack, jumped forward and kicked it.

The fists and feet of both sides staggered together, making a violent collision.

Ding Li seemed to have suffered. The moment his fists and feet intersected, he backed away, clutching his arms and screaming.

"You don't even have the holy clothes, so how do you fight? It's better to commit suicide."

Seeing this, Mesti shrugged her shoulders, as if she had already expected the ending.

The rest of the Silver Saints were also bored.

The Saint Cloth can not only improve the defense of the Saint Warrior, but also cause a qualitative change in his own small universe because of the resonance with the small universe, improving the overall combat power.

There is no suspense in this battle.

Unless... the magic bell releases water.

The small universe of the magic bell was rising and burning, and it was promoted to the peak, and then it performed its unique trick: eagle claw flashing.

She was using her legs hard and was about to end the battle when an accident happened.

Click!

The mask on Mo Ling's face suddenly cracked, and then became countless fragments, scattered on the ground.

Big eyes, long eyelashes, a small nose, red lips, a small face, and obvious baby fat on the cheeks, telling everyone at the scene all the time that Magic Bell has a cute baby face.

Mo Ling's body was stiff and she was at a loss.

A group of Silver Saints were collectively demented, Seiya also opened his mouth, and Sharna was speechless.

Everyone saw Mo Ling's little face.

For a while, the cold wind was blowing, and the scene was quiet except for the bleak wind.

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