Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Beautiful angels, even if they only exist in paintings, are incomparably beautiful and delicate.

Slender and beautiful frame, skin as white as porcelain.

She leaned in God's arms, clinging to him, her beguiling green eyes like gems showing rippling charm.

Like a cat, a beautiful and delicate little fox cat.

It flaps its wings gently, as if it is about to fly out of the painting.

Descend to the human world.

Advent - her blessing.

Azazel's warm eyes quietly stared at the beautiful angel on the wall.

The slender and elegant figure is covered with sacred mass clothes.

Yin Hong's lips seemed to have become a little cold in this excessively quiet and deserted environment.

Lost a little temperature.

It was as if he had been bewitched by that beautiful angel.

Can't help myself.

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Outside the church, night had fallen.

The twilight in the sky continues to spread from the sky.

As if an ink tank had been knocked over by a naughty angel, the rich black was so dark that there was no trace of light.

Faint stars, buried behind thick clouds.

The moon also disappeared, silently without a trace.

Only crows flew from nowhere, landed on the treetops, and screamed.

It sounds hoarse and harsh.

Really annoying.

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Inside the empty church.

Amidst the heavy sound of the pendulum one after another, the young man standing like a sculpture in front of the painting wall finally lowered his gaze.

The shallow eyelashes fell, casting a shadow.

The unknown look in his eyes was also hidden in it, making it difficult to detect.

The church bell rang on the hour, and the light inside the church became even darker.

It was so dark that there was no trace of light, and even the exquisite paintings on the wall were blended into the darkness and could no longer be seen clearly.

The young man who looked like a sculpture slowly tightened his hands hanging under his mass robe.

The shallow eyes were lowered, as if they were also dyed with a rich color in this dark color.

Somewhat dark.

The hourly bell finally stopped.

A new time begins again.

Soon, a gust of wind blew from nowhere in the silent church.

Gentle wind, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

It's very light, so light that it's almost impossible to catch it.

When the fragrance fell lightly like flower feathers, a clear shadow appeared silently.

Slender and delicate ankles, crystal clear bracelet.

Long hair as soft as seaweed, red lips as delicate as roses.

Like an angel, yet charming as a devil.

It makes people feel lost and confused.

When those delicate and boneless fingertips landed silently on the young man's shoulders like a cunning fox,

Almost instantly, her slender and fragile ankle bones were caught.

As if being imprisoned by a heavy iron chain, it was pulled hard.

That beautiful person was like a broken and weak butterfly with broken wings, suddenly bound in his arms.

Even the light skirt, like petals that had lost its support, fell weakly, touching the sacred mass dress, and even touching——

That man was supposed to be a warm gentleman.

The man held the woman in his arms tightly, even holding down the wings she wanted to flap.

The large mass dress is like an invisible net, tightly wrapping the beautiful angel.

It enveloped her, causing her to lose her freedom and the ability to fly.

The angel struggled and pushed him with two slender arms.