"She is my goddess."

"Even if she let me die, I won't frown."

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Chrys' cold sweat on his forehead did not tell them about Xia Hua's identity, but only said that she was a noble chanter.

After sending everyone away, Chrys ran to Ziyun's room.

Pushing the door and approaching Ziyun lying on Xia Hua's legs, enjoying the fruits in Xia Hua's hands.

Seeing Chrys come in, Shuinu looked cold and Ziyun hurriedly asked, "Brother Chrys, what's wrong?"

"Good, my good brother, how do you know the song of God's Battle?" Chrys asked with Ziyun's hands.

Ziyun asked in surprise: "How can I understand the Gods' Battle Song?"

"So, Miss Xiahua, where did you learn your God's Battle Song?" Chrys asked Hurry.

Xia Hua shook her head in panic and said, "I, I don't know."

Ziyun hurriedly hugged Xia Hua's body and asked to Chrys: "What are you saying? I don't understand. Don't scare Xia Hua."

Chrys smiled bitterly and said to Ziyun: "The song that Miss Xiahua sang just now is the song of the Gods, and it has disappeared for a long time. Even if it is our Sun Temple, there are not many people who can do it."

Ziyun said with a look of surprise: "You don't know how Xia Hua sang the Gods' Battle Song."

"Although I can't understand what is singing, the language inside is indeed the language of God." Krys said with certainty.

Ziyun almost laughed, it was Chinese.

Why did it become the language of God? I could only laugh dryly and said, "That was what I taught Xia Hua."

"You know the language of God?" Chrys asked in surprise.

"I dreamed that someone sang like this, so I taught Xia Hua. You also know that it is very ugly for us men to sing." Ziyun said with her head scratching her head, as if she was very confused.

Seeing Chrys's disbelief look, Ziyun said to herself: "How could I dream of the Gods' Battle Song? It's so surprising."

"Brother Ziyun, look, can you write down the lyrics you dreamed of?" Krys said hurriedly.

Ziyun smiled and said, "Of course, I'll write it down for you now."

Chrys hurriedly prepared the paper and pen and ink, so Ziyun had to bite the bullet and write down the poems.

Looking at the crooked fonts on the paper, Ziyun blushed and wanted to find a tofu to kill him.

"The words of God, the words of God." Crys looked excited and shocked, and said with a full look of God looking at Ziyun.

Ziyun smiled and looked at the words that were climbing like earthworms and said, "Is it really the words of God?"

"Of course, that's not wrong." Chrys said with certainty.

"Then this thing will definitely be very valuable." Ziyun thought excitedly.

"This is God's words, which cannot be sold." Krys hurriedly said, "I need money to ask me for it, and this thing must not be passed down in the world."
Chapter completed!