Chapter 1620 You are my belief (32)

He was next to her ear, biting her, and asked gently: "Do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"

Cecia was taken aback.

But immediately, she reacted.

"Are you talking ironic?"

Azazel smiled and said nothing.

Chesia was silent for a moment.

She seemed to think of something, and she also laughed.

Turning around, standing on tiptoe, hugging him, smiling.

"Azazel, this is what you said, God is such a bad person."

Azazel looked at her tenderly, "Well, I said so."

The pretty elf-like person blinked.

Closed close to him, her gorgeous eyebrows were dazzling, "Are you saying that, aren't you afraid that God will come and punish you?"

"Not afraid."

Azazel picked her up easily.

Cecia wanted to say something more, but Azazel interrupted her, gentle and merciless.

"Chesia, I think it's time for us to try on wedding dresses."

"I have selected many wedding dresses for you, if you don't try again, it will be too late."

"..." Cecia subconsciously looked at the huge painting wall again.

Being carried away, she muttered softly and snuggled into his arms.

"Azazel, but I tried on many wedding dresses yesterday, aren't you satisfied with those?"

In the empty and silent church, the gentle voice of the man echoed, still patiently explaining to her.

"Those are beautiful, but the designer sent another batch, which I think would suit you."

"You can have a look first, if you don't like it, don't wear it."

"All right."

Cecia always failed him.

Soon, the door of the church was closed.

In the huge space, silence returned.

Glass windows, dim light.

Old benches, and the wall paintings that have been passed down for thousands of years.

The cross standing under the painting wall is dark and simple, showing the texture of the passage of time.

At the bottom of the cross, a "Bible" abandoned by someone unknown lay there quietly, lying in the darkness.

Above, under a thin layer of dust, the light of the writing appeared slightly.

Like magic, the page was slowly opened.

Turn the page, turn the page, turn the page again.

Turned to an unknown page, and then stopped.

On the page, a painting appeared.

It is exactly the same as the painting on the wall, without the slightest difference.

The merciful Lord, the devout believer, and the angel who occupies the most central place.

Behind the painting, the ancient characters are slowly changing.

Like little insects with fresh life, they are twisting their small bodies and going where they should go.

The content inside is changed again.

According to legend, the charming angel Chesia made a bet with God.

Cecia longed for freedom, so she boldly bet on freedom.

She bet that God is also an ordinary person, and he will also sink into the secular world.

But the all-seeing God disagrees with her.

Thus, the bet officially began.

It's a pity that the final ending is surprisingly unexpected.

God lost.

Lost to the beautiful yet evil Angel of Enchantment.

Under the watchful eyes of the believers, they lost a complete defeat.

But God woke up and was not angry.

On the contrary, he admitted defeat, and returned his freedom...to Cesia.

From then on, from the moment the bet failed

Chesia, return to freedom.

(end of this chapter)