Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship: Chapter 581 Hyperion\'s answer is
Chapter 581 Hyperion’s answer is
Lan Qi still leaned back on the seat calmly, looking at the bright light and shadow that burst out from time to time, then went out, until it burst out again.
The palace was boiling in an instant, and the high-hanging hearts of all the demon clan dignitaries finally relaxed.
They were all cries of victory, recovery, and hope.
This almost lost game has been counterattacked, and their hearts are filled with excitement.
The great demons are all glad that there is such an epic painter in the demon world who can compete with the tenth ancestor of the blood race.
Unexpectedly, the painting at the bottom of the box by the demons was even better!
"oh."
The originally calm gaze of Ulises, the tenth ancestor, was also briefly attracted by this painting.
He didn't feel too much disappointed or frustrated, but rather a little more interested.
Following the gaze of the demons, he looked at the glowing demon with emerald green eyes and spark-like patterns.
“Lord Ulises, this demon only has home field advantage.”
The accompanying Vampire Viscount Giovanni said sarcastically with disdain.
Even if the painting of the tenth ancestor Ulisses is better, the princess will definitely choose the painting of their demon clan.
Again.
If their vampires hadn't spent a lot of time on the road and didn't have normal painting conditions, the tenth ancestor Ulises would have finished it faster.
With works of the same quality, it only shows that Ulisses himself has a stronger foundation.
What's more, Marquis Ulisses didn't use all his strength. For him, the only opponent he planned was Maya, which was just a game at best.
“What do you think of this painting?”
The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, asked in a deep voice.
He does not blame Ulises, because whether it is magic or a product of magic, the epic is almost at its peak level.
“Not bad. Among ordinary people, it is considered outstanding.”
The tenth ancestor Ulises tilted his head and commented to the fourth ancestor Duke Eduardo in the back row.
“Is that so?”
Eduardo, the fourth ancestor, snorted coldly, clasped his palms and said nothing.
But his eyes did not change.
There will be no change in today’s outcome.
Lissandra, who was sitting on the left side of the seats in the Regency Hall, next to the palace members, stroked her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
Until the last moment when Qing Luo unsealed the painting, she had no extravagant hope that their demon clan would suddenly have a painter who could create epic paintings.
And that demon happened to be her neighbor McCarthy.
At this moment, she completely understood why Her Royal Highness the Princess chose the painting from a competition full of possibilities—
The princess knows better than anyone else that no matter what the obstacles are, as long as she passes this signal to McCarthy, he will definitely win everything for her.
Time seemed to go very fast, but also seemed to go very slowly. The praises of the demon celebrities were like rain after a long drought, with endless enthusiasm and release, wanting to vent all the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.
Lissandra had no intention of admiring Mr. McCarthy's masterpiece, because the girl shining in the sunset in the painting was the most real and beautiful princess she had ever seen.
The moment the demons exclaimed, she had already seen McCarthy. He was sitting on the steps and looking at the princess with approval.
As if asking the princess: Did I do a good job?
Lissandra couldn't see any pride in him. The more the demon dignitaries cheered, the calmer he seemed.
The princess is also calmer than expected.
Things that must be said.
The expression of the princess at this moment is similar to that of the girl in the painting.
That is the look you show when you look at a man you like.
But without a mirror, she wouldn't be able to see the look in her eyes at this moment.
After looking at Lanqi for a long time, Hyperion seemed to be awakened by the noisy sound in the throne room, and looked away as if she had just woken up from a dream.
When she looked at the painting in confusion again and caught a glimpse of Lan Qi's gaze, she felt her heart beating so fast that she couldn't control it. Hyperion lowered her head in panic and tried hard to adjust her breathing, but she felt completely unable to breathe, as if she had forgotten how to exhale.
“Your Highness, which painting do you want to choose?”
Falling Lord Kaliera couldn't help but smile when she saw the princess's cheeks turning red.
Just now all the demons were panicking, but she did not panic and maintained the absolutely dignified demeanor of a princess.
Now all the demons are celebrating, but the princess is timid and no longer looks like a demon princess.
Although Kaliera knew exactly how the princess would choose, she still had to go through the process.
More importantly, she was interested in hearing the princess muster up the courage to publicly declare her answer.
“This picture.”
Hyperion spoke like a gnat, raised her slender arms and pointed at the painting.
"can not hear."
Falling Lord Kaliera put her hand to her ear and turned her head slightly. It seemed that the hall was too noisy for her to hear the princess's words clearly.
The moment Kaliela raised his hand, the noise of the demons sitting in the hall began to gradually subside.
They understood that it was time for the Fallen Lord to continue presiding over the ceremony, and turned their attention to the high platform at the end of the throne room again. They sat back on their seats politely, maintaining the calmness of the famous nobles in the demon world.
“Well, Your Highness, please tell me seriously which painting’s author you want to become your husband.”
The fallen minister Kaliela asked with great seriousness and solemnity.
The quiet air made Hyperion more and more aware of what kind of scene this was. She even subconsciously exerted force on her steps, trying to stand up and run away invisibly.
But Mr. Falling is right next to you.
In front of this ninth-level demon, he had no hope of escaping.
She felt dizzy in extreme embarrassment.
Hyperion knew that Lan Qi was looking at her, waiting for her answer.
Even though she knew it might just be a show at the moment.
But who can tell how much is true and how much is false.
They have obviously been accompanying each other like that. From the moment they met, they have been classmates, companions, and close friends. They have the purest friendship, which is her most precious treasure.
She was afraid that when she gave her answer, everything would change.
She has only brought misfortune to those around her since she was a child. She knows how not to be greedy, dare not cross the line, and do not ask for more from Lan Qi.
However, when she was now somewhat convinced of Lan Qi's intentions, she just wanted to agree to him impulsively.
She kept telling herself that it was just a small thing, but when it came to her throat, she couldn't spit it out. She just felt that she was about to explode with shyness. She had never experienced the need to say something similar to "like" to someone since she was a child.
The next second, the next second, it will be spoken.
Hyperion clenched her fists and forced herself to go faster.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion could hardly bear the gaze of the Fallen Lord.
The demons present are becoming more and more impatient in their waiting state, and slight bumps are becoming more frequent.
“Your Highness…”
The voice of disappointment came from Mr. Luo.
Her patience seemed to be running out.
"If the princess doesn't tell me the answer, I will help the princess choose whatever she wants."
“This picture!”
Hyperion raised her head, her stern and determined eyes unable to hide the shyness that almost made her cry.
“I’ll marry him!”
Hyperion pointed to [Portrait·Her Golden Moment], as if she had used up all the breath in her Dantian to shout out.
At this moment, all the demons in the Regency Hall stood up from their seats with joy, bowed and clenched their fists and shouted angrily.
(End of this chapter)