Chapter 1587 Faith (37)

Only the girl leaning on the arms of the god, silently looked at the benevolent god.

Regarding what he said, I don't know whether to believe it or not.

Soon, it was time for the Lord to meditate again.

The ten servants of God retreated quietly as usual.

Abraham, the leader, saw that Checia was still clinging to the Lord God, and couldn't help but look cold.

"Chesia, it's time for you to come out, please don't disturb the Lord's meditation."

The beautiful Chesian angel still stepped on the white robe of the Lord presumptuously with her slender feet, without any scruples.

She was like a child who couldn't be separated from the Lord, holding on to the Lord all the time, refusing to let go.

She heard what Abraham said, but it seemed like she didn't hear it.

Put out her tongue coquettishly, leaning in the arms of the Almighty, snuggling up to him.

"I won't, I'm going to make trouble with him."

People who can't leave half a step away have a strong desire for revenge.

It is to deliberately make trouble, so that he can't get things done.

Abraham frowned and was about to speak.

But the Lord shook his head slightly, indicating that he could leave.

Abraham naturally had to obey the will of the Lord.

He didn't dare to speak any more, lowered his head, and retreated quietly.

Before he left, he could still see that Chesia, who was too reckless, was playing with the Lord's fingers.

With an unscrupulous appearance, he is almost about to step on the head of the Lord.

Abraham moved his mouth soundlessly.

For some reason, the confusion in my heart that had just been answered suddenly appeared like a resurgence.

It made him feel a little strange.

Unspeakably strange.

The gate of the temple was quickly closed, and the last scene played back in Abraham's mind uncontrollably.

This made him couldn't help thinking, Lord...

Did he really love Cecia just because she was his child?

Is it really not mixed with... other feelings?

Cecia sat in the embrace of the god, rubbing her slender white feet against him, her beautiful eyeballs never blinking.

God was tolerant of her, and just gently rubbed her head.

was not offended by her rude behavior.

At this moment, there was no one in the temple, only the two of them were left.

Because it was too quiet, even the sound of the clothes being rubbed could be heard clearly.

Cesia stared at him, then suddenly raised her hand to touch his warm face.

When the Lord's gentle eyes fell, she looked at him and said softly, "You..."

Do you really love me?

She didn't say the following words.

It was just hidden between those lips and teeth, as if to ask, but also as if to swallow again.

The gentle and kind **** stared at her quietly.

As if waiting for her to finish speaking.

But Chesia didn't speak anymore.

Only grabbed his hand and put his hand on his heart.

And there, what is flowing right now is his warm blood.

The seemingly harmless blood has now become the biggest shackle that binds her.

Lock her soul completely, and never come out again.

She also... No matter how difficult it is to leave him for half a minute.

The Lord's fingers froze for a moment.

She looked at him fixedly, and seemed to be smiling.

Like, laughing at his hate.

"Lord, you are so hypocritical..."

She whispered softly in his ear.

Every word is sarcasm, with sarcasm.

"..." The benevolent **** lowered his eyes and looked calm.

(end of this chapter)