Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His tone was soft, obviously without any weight.

But the expressions of the ten divine servants guarding the temple turned cold and serious in an instant.

Their respective weapons appeared, and the robes on their bodies also changed in an instant, turning into hard armor.

The sharp blades all pointed at the demon god in the center.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to become tense at a moment when no one had time to react.

The battle seemed to be about to break out.

Lucifer only glanced at it coldly and snorted.

It was as if he had never taken the top ten servants of God into consideration.

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the trident standing there.

He looked directly at the young man on the holy throne, and twitched his lips coldly, "So what if you are provocative?"

"Aren't you slapping me in the face by holding Cecia captive?"

Fallen angels who are warlike and bloodthirsty are the best at saving face.

This made it difficult for him, so of course he wanted to ask for an explanation.

"Where's Cecia? I'm going to take her away."

His gaze was directed towards the young man's white robe.

It seems that he already knows where Cecia is at the moment.

The eyes of the perfect and merciful Lord sitting on the Holy Throne are still so peaceful, gentle and charitable.

Facing Lucifer's aggressive approach, he just lowered his eyes, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

With a beautiful face and pure and flawless skin, he quietly stroked the soft cat in his arms, and a faint smile seemed to escape from his throat.

As if laughing at his overestimation.

He stroked the cat in his arms and said softly: "Lucifer, do you know... there is a mode for everything."

Within the scope of the degree, he can allow him to do some extraordinary things.

But that doesn't mean...

He could ride on his head and arrogantly...give orders to him.

In this world, everyone should be self-aware.

Know what you should and shouldn't do.

If it exceeds this degree...

So what happens next...

I'm afraid, he can't guarantee it.

The unparalleled beauty of the God Lord, those deep pale golden eyes seemed to contain endless power - soft, yet strong.

Just looking at the belligerent and arrogant Lucifer calmly, his eyebrows were still kind and gentle.

This is the last warning.

The Lord’s meaning is already obvious.

Lucifer tightened his grip on the trident.

His face gradually became gloomy.

The atmosphere became more tit-for-tat and ready to go.

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The cat, covered in a white robe, blinked its beautiful green eyes.

She heard the sounds from outside clearly.

He was listening with great interest, but unexpectedly, there was suddenly silence in the hall.

All sounds disappeared, and the air was eerily silent.

The cat tilted its head slightly and raised its ears harder.

But the hand that was placed on it gently squeezed its ears.

The intensity is neither light nor heavy, as if to appease it, but also as if to deliberately divert its attention.

The cat ducked away unhappily, but the next second, another hand fixed its paw.

Rubbing its belly again.

"..." The poor cat was so itchy that it couldn't hide away.

He just opened his mouth and let out a moan.

He bit the slender and beautiful hand and bit into his tiger's mouth.

The sharp teeth bit through his skin in an instant.

Warm blood slowly flowed out.

Cecia, who originally just wanted to scare him, froze slightly.

Subconsciously, he opened his mouth and licked it, not wanting him to bleed.