Chapter 1576 Faith (26)

After waiting patiently for a while, the bad angel, full of bad water, flapped his wings and flew up.

Like a magic spell, she took out a bundle of ropes from behind.

Pulled it hard, as if to check its strength.

The beautiful charming angel flapped its wings and landed in the temple silently.

When the toes landed, the ground felt cold, like a cold cellar.

She put the rope behind her, her beautiful green eyes stared straight at the **** on the holy seat, and approached little by little with light steps.

At this moment, the **** has fallen into a quiet meditation, with his eyes closed and his silver hair shining.

Flawless face like frost and snow, in the silent temple, like the most perfect porcelain, beautiful, delicate and fragile.

His appearance is very deceptive.

The beautiful and weak face is the best weapon to confuse people, luring the prey forward step by step.

Evil Angel of Charm, barefoot, stepping up the ladder step by step.

On the slender and white wrist, the crystal chain refracted the bright light, making her look as gorgeous as poppies.

The appearance is as hot as fire.

She stood in front of the seemingly fragile and beautiful young man, her beautiful eyes staring quietly.

It seems to be thinking about the possibility of getting out unscathed.

She is not a fool, so she naturally knows that if she binds him, she will receive extremely severe revenge.

Tied up on the undead mountain, being pecked off by eagles every day?

Have his limbs cut off and suffer the pain of being whipped every day?

Or let her lose her power and become the most humble slave forever?

Cecia thought through all the possible consequences.

Before she started, she had already thought about her future.

She looked down at her rope.

Suddenly hesitated.

Tied...equal to death.

Not tied... She couldn't swallow this breath.

Being turned into a cat for no reason, bullied for such a long time, everyone will feel wronged.

Cecia quietly stared at the beautiful young man with his eyes closed, the bundle of nerves in his hand remained still.

Obviously a plan has been made, but they have been standing there without putting it into action.

He only bowed his head and curled his lips.

...Forget it, what if you tie him up?

At most, it's just two slaps to vent your anger.

Still going to let him go?

At the last moment, the man who returned to his senses put away the rope.

Still did not choose to make a big mistake.

But the devil angel who has revenge must vent his anger.

She looked at the snow-like god, and slowly bent down.

reached out and gently covered his face.

He is warm, whether it's hands or cheeks.

The tentacles feel warm and soft. Looking closely, Chesia can even see his curly eyelashes, with distinct roots.

He closed his eyes and closed his five senses, like a beautiful **** who had no desires, desires, joy or anger.

Snow-colored skin, compassionate eyebrows, and those extremely soft lips.

The seductive angel, who was used to wantonly, seemed to be bewitched at this time, staring at his flawless appearance, unmoved.

Gently, for fear of accidentally touching such a pure and flawless person.

Looking at his face up close, Cesia suddenly felt that she wasn't that angry anymore.

At least, he didn't do anything to her, and the punishment wasn't too severe.

While comforting himself like this, he stroked his extremely beautiful face like a gangster.

(end of this chapter)