Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Abdullah, the servant of God, exclaimed.

"Chesia, you are offending the Lord! Please stop it now!"

"..." The angry black cat bared its teeth viciously.

"If that's the case, then please punish me to hell!"

Anyway, one sin is also a sin, and several sins are also sins.

She would rather go to hell and be with the devils in a dark place than to become a kitten left to be slaughtered.

But the merciful God is always so kind, and he is always unwilling to see more believers fall because of this.

His warm, gentle fingers gently caressed its tense back.

The sacred and pure breath is like a tranquilizer, easing its irritable and restless mood.

The Lord of God, who is as beautiful as frost, lovingly comforts his followers.

Squeezing its soft round face, a loving and compassionate voice came out.

"Chesia, please don't complain."

"Please believe that I am doing it for your own good. I hope you can be happy and safe, and that your sins can be washed away."

The beautiful cat was silent.

Knowing it couldn't break free, it kicked him viciously again.

I wanted to kick his annoying hand away.

But still can't kick it away.

"..."

The cat was under the eaves and had to bow its head.

Poor Cecia, reluctantly, had to put away her sharp nails.

He just snorted in a sinister tone: "Forgive Cecia, I still can't see through the Lord's intention."

Warm palms gently rubbed its little head, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in her words.

He only said gently and compassionately: "Be good, please don't move."

"..." If you don't move, will he touch you everywhere?

The beautiful cat has a cold face and no expression.

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Outside the palace, Metatron's angel looked enviously at the black cat lying in God's arms, its wings flapping gently behind its back.

"Cesia is so lucky. She can be so close to the Lord."

"I also really want to become a cat and lie in the arms of the Lord."

"Shhh - don't say it. Cecia is being punished, not receiving blessings. She will definitely feel uncomfortable when she turns into a black cat."

"Oh, indeed, poor Chessia. She was so troublesome, and it must be very sad for her now that she can no longer be so."

"But, what does it matter?"

The little angel Grippe held his harp and looked at it with big, clean eyes, like a puppy begging for pampering.

"If I could stay in the Lord's arms, I would be a cat forever."

In this way, the Lord's gentle hand will lovingly caress his head.

He wanted to shake his head and run over.

Unfortunately, Abdullah said, the Lord is untouchable.

Unless it is a blessing from the Lord, he will suffer disaster.

Grippe lowered his head in despair.

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The third day of becoming a cat.

Cecia has been completely numb to this kind of life where cats generally have no personal rights.

The Lord's day is boring and boring, talking with God's servants and communicating with wise men.

You need to control the newly formed world from time to time, and you also need to deal with the restless demons in hell.

The black cat, who was chatting away in every possible way and could not go anywhere, had nothing to do but lie on the lap of the Lord of God, lazily squinting his eyes and taking a nap.

Sleeping like crazy, day and night.

Sometimes when it wakes up a little, it will feel the warm hand of the Lord caressing it slowly.

Sometimes playing with its tail, sometimes rubbing its ears.

It's like treating it as a handy toy.