Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Only the girl leaning on the god's arms said nothing, quietly looking at the benevolent god.

I don't know if I believe what he said or not.

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Soon, it was time for the Lord to start meditating.

The ten servants of God quietly retreated as usual.

The leader, Abraham, couldn't help but become stern when he saw that Cecilia was still clinging to the Lord of God.

"Cesia, it's time for you to come out. Please don't disturb the Lord's meditation."

The beautiful Angel of Cecia still steps boldly on the Lord’s white robe with her slender feet without any scruples.

She is like a child who cannot live without the Lord. She clings to Him at all times and refuses to let go.

She heard Abraham's words, but it was as if she had not heard them.

Sticking out her tongue coquettishly, she leaned into the arms of the Lord of God, snuggling up to him.

"I won't, I will make trouble with him."

People who can't leave even half a step have a strong desire for revenge.

Just to deliberately cause trouble and make it impossible for him to get things done.

Abraham frowned and was about to speak.

But the Lord shook his head slightly, indicating that he could leave.

Abraham naturally wanted to obey the Lord’s will.

He didn't dare to speak anymore, lowered his head and quietly retreated.

Before leaving, he could still see the excessively wanton Cecia playing with the Lord's fingers.

He looked so unscrupulous that he was almost about to step on the Lord's head.

Abraham moved his mouth silently.

For some reason, the confusion in my heart that had just been answered suddenly resurfaced like a resurgence.

It made him feel a little strange.

Unspeakably strange.

The door of the temple quickly closed, and the last scene replayed in Abraham's mind uncontrollably.

This made him couldn't help but think, Lord...

Is it true that he only loves Cecia just because she is his child?

Is it really not mixed with... other emotions?

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Cecia sat in the god's arms, her slender white feet rubbing against him, her beautiful eyes unblinking.

God was tolerant of her and just rubbed her head gently.

He was not angry because of her rude behavior.

At this moment, there was no one in the temple except the two of them.

Because it was so quiet, even the sound of the clothes flapping could be clearly heard.

Cecia stared at him, suddenly raised her hand and touched his warm face.

When the Lord's gentle eyes fell, she looked at him and said softly, "You..."

Do you really love me?

She didn't say the next few words.

It was just hidden between those lips and teeth, as if he wanted to ask, but also as if he wanted to swallow it again.

The gentle god stared at her quietly.

As if waiting for her to finish speaking.

But Cecia said no more.

She just grabbed his hand and put it on her heart.

And what was flowing there right now was his warm blood.

The seemingly harmless blood has now become the biggest shackles that bind her.

Lock her soul completely and never come out again.

It's also... hard for her to leave him for even a moment.

The Lord's fingers paused for a moment.

She looked at him steadily and seemed to smile.

Like, laughing at his hatred.

"Lord, you are really a hypocrite..."

She covered his ear and spoke softly.

Every word is sarcastic and laced with sarcasm.

"..." The benevolent god lowered his eyes with a calm expression.