I Became Cinderella’s Vicious Stepsister

Officer Kitty smiled and sent the trembling city owners away.

These power owners, who are said to be identical in major cities, are not qualified to be wiped off like ants in front of God. They did not see the great **** in their hearts, and they were persuaded by the gentle and amiable priests.

God does not want to see them.

Officer Kitty went to the Rose Garden outside the shrine.

Overnight, the blooming red roses were all ruined. They were lying in the mud crookedly, with red petals floating everywhere, and some were stained with muddy water, and they could not see the original charming appearance.

God stood by the garden.

Behind him was a vast green field, golden ears of wheat bulging heavily, next to the endless blue river, the ground was covered with cotton-like clouds, the wind blew his wide white robe, silver on the white robe Dark lines are looming in the gloomy sky.

Moriah stood silently behind the god, in a white knight costume, with a gold sword on his waist, standing straight like a gun.

No one spoke.

Morrie is silent--

And God seems to be wandering.

He doesn't seem to care about these roses, nor does he care about the world created and controlled by him.

The whole person is floating in this space, the soul cannot touch.

"Prince Kitty."

Moriah greeted her.

Priest Kitty condensed his chaotic thoughts, and placed his right hand on his left chest to salute respectfully:

"Dear God, the city masters have gone, but they..."

"Drizzle and wind, frost, rain, and snow are all gifts from the world." God looked away, and the wind blew his silver hair. "Acceptance is the right choice."

"But if this continues, floods and avalanches will occur, and many people may lose their homes or even their lives..."

"Secretary Kitty! You are overdone."

Mori Aiyang loudly reminded her.

God turned his head.

Priest Kitty could only see his indifferent and delicate profile, and he lowered his head again:

"Yes."

Kitty knew that God would not interfere.

Sometimes, she felt that God was kind and tolerant. He was so gentle and kind to believers, but sometimes, she also felt that God was too cold.

He has no temperature.

Just like a cold stone statue, always speak only with rules and order.

Human beings will have compassion for the weak and sympathy, but God does not. He could watch a human being die miserably in front of him, or calmly watch a race die in despair in front of him—

God has no extra mercy to give.

It has been raining for half a month.

Continue, I am afraid...

Moriai holds the opposite opinion with Priest Kitty. The whole world comes from the gift of God the Father. The will of the Father is the will of the world. The world runs its own rules and disturbs the Father for a small race. This is Great disrespect.

Moreover, the sorrow of the Father is too much.

"Unplug the rose."

God looked at the Rose Garden in front of him and said suddenly.

"Yes, God." Officer Kitty responded, "Yes... Would you like to replace the red rose again?"

God was silent for a long time.

Just when Kitty thought he wouldn’t answer her, God’s beautiful voice came:

"No need to."

The sound diffused into the wind.

When Officer Kitty looked up, God had already gone.

The wind blew his wide robe, and it was dark and heavy, and suddenly it rained again.

Kitty sighed and called the Son and the Virgin and the gardeners to clean up the Rose Garden together and replace it with a new flower species-

There are all kinds of flowers in the shrine. These flowers are much more precious and rare than red roses everywhere. The rare flower seeds collected by the city masters will be given priority to the shrine.

When Priest Kitty led the sons and daughters to tidy up the rose garden, Moliai followed the **** and walked in the palace.

The young teenagers on the promenade came and went, greeting each other lively and enthusiastically, but no one found them. The two walked in the rain, but they seemed to walk in another space.

Yusi fell on the god's white robe and silver hair, like a soft mist.

Morrie looked at the front, slightly fascinated.

He remembered what he saw when he went to Mel Island this time...Miss Leonard was locked in the cell next door. The one who looked good, just a little melancholy and pale... Want to chat with the Father? Maybe God the Father is not willing to listen...

Moriah had never been so tangled.

"Father."

"Yep?"

The person in front did not look back, just lifted his feet and walked to the side corridor.

Moriah recognized that it was the direction to the cellar.

He made up his mind.

"heresy……"

"For the time being... just Miss Fergus."

Moliai lowered her head:

"Yes, Moriai obeyed."

"Miss Fergus--"

"No need to mention."

Morrie was stunned, and the rest of the words were suddenly swallowed into his throat.

He lowered his head again:

"Yes."

There are fewer people on the way to the wine cellar. The large leaf trees leave layers of shadows on the silver hair of God. By the door of the cellar, neither of them said anything.

Moliai took the lead and pushed open the door of the cellar.

The wooden door made a dull "squeak" sound--

I don't know why, at this moment, Moriai remembered the heresy again.

She is different from everyone in the shrine.

The others are like a still picture, and she is fluid and unpredictable.

She is like a fire, but sometimes like a soft water-

Especially when she came to this wine cellar, the passionate blue eyes were always full of sincere feelings, as if hiding the treasure she longed for and loved so much, and she wanted to dig out this treasure and offer Give your favorite person.

God crossed the threshold.

Under the white robe, a pair of white boots were spotless.

In the package of wine, God went straight to Aino without hesitation. Moriai thought about it, or followed.

The place where the Aino wine was originally put was half empty.

Morrie opened her mouth and closed it again.

Father God must know that the original Aino that he made only by the last step was used by Miss Fergus.

Father's hand pulled out the sheepskin roll on the shelf. When opening, he suddenly asked:

"how is she?"

Moriai immediately reacted to who the "she" was in the mouth of the Father.

"Miss Fergus is still quite comfortable on Mel Island. She seems to have a new friend."

"Oh? New friend?"

Father's voice was very low, but for some reason, Morrie felt a bit cold around.

He stood upright:

"A mouse."

"A mouse..."

The Father opened the sheepskin roll, and the voice was quiet and gentle throughout.

His gaze fell on the sheepskin roll, and Moliai followed him, and then he saw a line of chubby, crooked, somewhat funny expressions, which followed the brushstrokes of the Father--

"Last time, I succeeded for you, Gaia.

It seems that your **** is not omnipotent. "

A smiley face was drawn behind.

God didn't speak, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes, which made him look sad. Moliai turned his gaze to the side, and then he saw those failed works that were additionally sealed by him.

"Miss Fergus failed many times before making the real Aino..."

Moriah did not understand why she had spoken for the heresy. It must be that her blue eyes were too sincere. He thought, "Did you drink the real Aino? It is delicious."

The Father did not answer him.

He raised his hand and tucked the sheepskin roll back, and then looked at the wine cans in the top row for a long time. With a wave of his sleeves, the wine cans disappeared.

"Go."

God turned around.

At the same time as the words fell, the man had reached the mouth of the wine cellar.

Moliai followed up hurriedly, only to see a disappeared piece of clothing.

God disappeared.

Moliai stood there for a while, and a kind "old" knight passed by and looked at him in surprise: "Moliai, what are you dazed? We are all looking for you!"

"Oh, oh, okay, wait a minute."

Moriah recovered, locked the door of the cellar, and went with the knight.

God returned to the shrine.

The chubby gray bird squatted on the table in his room, squatting with legs, and put on a posture of "hatching". When he came in, his eyelids didn't lift: "Spot..."

[Good afternoon, my god. ]

God did not answer it.

He walked over to the table and got into the gilt curved chair he usually sits on, with his hands on the gorgeous gold armrests, and then looked out the window motionlessly.

The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger.

Both the promenade and the eaves were beaten with "ding ding dong dong", to be honest, Bantan didn't like rain.

No bird likes rainy days.

Humid rain will wet their dense feathers, and will make the wings heavy enough to carry the body.

A pair of black bean eyes slanted sideways, looking at the sky first, then looking at God, just want to talk, but when God's fingers flicked, there was an exquisite silver wine can on the table.

A word was posted on the wine can.

God also took out a pair of matching silver wine glasses, which were inlaid with their favorite emeralds...

[God, did you come back so early today, was it to invite you to drink? Oh, sorry, Banban doesn’t like drinking, but if God insists, Banban is still willing to drink a little with you ——]

God glanced at it, and the noisy noise subsided automatically.

It covered its bird's beak with its wings and dared not make a sound.

God took the silver wine pot and poured a glass, drank on his neck.

Halfway through drinking, he choked and coughed.

After coughing, Yu Bai's face was already a faint blush, and there was water in the green eyes:

"...Bitter."

Bianban sneaked a glance, and his head was stuffed into his wings in a fright.