Chapter 1615 You are my belief (27)

It was raining heavily, and the well-maintained greenhouse inevitably became a little embarrassed at this moment.

When Azazel came here with an umbrella, the man in black opened the door of the greenhouse.

Inside, a low coughing sound came.

Submerged in the sound of the heavy rain, it appeared extremely weak.

Azazel did not go in immediately, but raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

It was raining heavily, splashing, and there were dazzling thunder flashes among the thick clouds from time to time.

The thunder was very loud, and it rolled among the clouds, making it even more boring.

Azazel watched quietly for a while, wondering if Cesia would be awakened by the thunder.

If she is woken up, she will leave, she will disappear.

He didn't want her to leave.

So, he should go back early and hold her tightly.

Azazel thought lightly, and slowly retracted his gaze.

Landed in the greenhouse, he stopped for a while before walking in.

Walking under the house full of flowers, he looked at the man in the wheelchair without any reaction.

The eyes are completely strange.

At this moment, the person in the wheelchair is as old as a dying tree.

Pale hair is falling out, and teeth are falling out.

Wrinkled skin, dull complexion, just like the pitted bark on an old tree, it is already out of shape.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, with a needle in his old hand and an IV drip.

He coughed twice from time to time, as if he was trying to prove that he was still alive.

Azazel was standing, looking at him with light golden eyes, completely alienated, without emotion.

On the contrary, it was the old man who was about to die. When he saw him, his cloudy eyes were full of piety.

Excited, trembling, wanting to stand up.

want to kneel reverently.

"I have been looking for you for a long time, Lord."

Because his legs were weak, he fell to the ground.

With a heavy sound, the catheter with the drip was pulled away, exposing the cold needle.

And his hands full of pinholes are shocking.

The person next to him wanted to come up to help him, but he shook his head and refused.

The cross hanging on the neck swayed, and amidst the roar of the rainstorm, it seemed that a light emerged.

He posed in a kneeling posture piously, even though he had no strength, he was doing it desperately.

As if feeling that otherwise, he would be offended and insulted.

But Azazel frowned and took a step back.

Completely indifferent to his excessively weird actions and remarks.

"Do I know you?"

In his light golden eyes, there was alienation and no warmth.

It's like looking at an insignificant ant.

The old man did not look up, but looked eagerly at his legs.

Trembling, the cross on his neck became brighter and brighter.

He said piously: "Lord, I am your most faithful believer Abraham, and I am willing to spend my life guarding your safety and happiness."

"Over the years, we have been waiting for the right time, obeying your orders, appearing at the right time, and finding you."

"Now, the time for your confession has finally come. We can finally meet and fulfill your will."

Azazel didn't speak, and he didn't know whether he believed or didn't believe his astonishing lunatic's remarks.

The light on the cross became brighter and brighter, almost dazzling.

He was indifferent, turned around and was about to leave.

The next second, the light burst out.

The whole world is shrouded in white light, and time and space are still.

Amidst the pious voices of the believers, the young man who was about to leave stopped in an instant.

(end of this chapter)