Chapter 1568 Faith (18)

Servant Abdullah exclaimed.

"Cecia, you are offending the Lord! Please stop immediately!"

"..." The annoyed black cat bared its teeth viciously.

"In that case, please punish me to hell!"

Anyway, one crime is also a sin, and several crimes are also sins.

Rather than becoming a kitten at the mercy of others, she would rather go to **** and be with demons in a dark place.

But the merciful God is always so kind, and he is always unwilling to see more believers fall because of this.

His warm and soft fingers gently caressed its taut back.

The holy and pure breath is like a tranquilizer, relieving its restless mood.

The God Lord, who is as beautiful as frost, comforts his believers lovingly.

Pinched its soft round face, and let out a loving and compassionate voice.

"Cecia, please don't complain."

"Please believe that I am doing it for your own good. May you be happy and safe, and get rid of the sins on your body."

The beautiful cat was silent.

Knowing that he couldn't break free, it kicked him viciously again.

Wanted to kick his annoying hand away.

But still can't kick it.

The cat is under the eaves and has to bow its head.

Poor Cesia, very reluctantly, but still had to put away her sharp nails.

Only yin and yang hummed strangely: "The Lord's intention, forgive Chesia, but I really can't see through it."

The warm palm gently rubbed its little head, as if it didn't catch the sarcasm in her words.

only said gently and compassionately: "Be good, please don't move around."

"..." didn't move, was he touching everywhere?

The beautiful cat has a cold face and no expression.

Outside the palace, the Metatron angel looked enviously at the black cat lying in God's arms, flapping its wings gently on its back.

"Cecia is really happy, she can have such a close distance with the Lord."

"I really want to become a cat and lie in the arms of the Lord."

"Shhhdon't say it, Cecia is accepting punishment, not receiving blessings. It will definitely be hard for her to become a black cat."

"Oh, indeed, poor Chesia. She was such a troublemaker, and she must be very upset now that she can no longer do so."

"But, what does it matter?"

Little angel Grippe hugged his harp, staring eagerly with big clean eyes, like a puppy begging for favor.

If I can always stay in the arms of the Lord, I am also willing to become a cat forever.

Then the tender hand of the Lord will lovingly caress his head.

He wished he could shake his head and ran over.

Unfortunately, Abdullah said, the Lord is untouchable.

Unless it is a blessing from the Lord, otherwise, he will suffer.

Gripe lowered his head in frustration.

The third day of becoming a cat.

Cecia has completely become numb to such a cat-like life without personal rights.

The Lord's day was boring and dull, talking with God's servants and communicating with wise men.

Need to control the newly formed world from time to time, and also need to deal with those restless demons in hell.

The black cat who chatted in every possible way and couldn't go anywhere, had nothing to do, could only lie on the lap of the god, squinted lazily, and took a nap.

Sleep overwhelmingly, day and night.

Sometimes when the consciousness is a little clearer, it will feel the warm hand of the Lord caressing it slowly.

Sometimes playing with its tail, sometimes kneading its ears.

It's like treating it like a handy toy.

(end of this chapter)