Chapter 1582 Faith (32)

  Angel Milton looked at the girl who was held in the arms of the God Lord, feeling a little sour and full of envy.

   "Cecia is really happy..."

   She also wanted to be in the arms of Heavenly Father.

   Unfortunately, Heavenly Father never hugged them.

  Little angel Milod flapped his wings, suddenly very proud, "That's because when you grow up, the Lord doesn't need to hug you anymore."

   "Look at me, the Lord once hugged me."

   "..." Milton glared at him unhappily, "That's not because you pestered the Lord, and the Lord had no choice but to give you a hug."

  She is not as thick-skinned as him!

  Mirod made a face for her, "That's also a hug, the Lord's embrace is so warm!"

  He is very proud of this.

"you-"

  Milton gas knot.

"Ignore you!"

   She flew away at once, not looking at him anymore.

  Milord snorted, followed the Lord contentedly, and followed him to the temple.

   "Dear Heavenly Father, what's wrong with Cecia? Is she sick?"

   He curiously flew around the gods and asked.

   An angel interrupted, "It must be sick, look at her face, it's so red."

  It must be hard to be so red.

   "Then, will Cesia die?"

  Simple Millet Rhodes didn't understand anything and asked worriedly.

  The kind and gentle God Master hugged the sleeping girl in his arms, gently rubbed her head, and smiled, "No, Mirod."

   "Cecia is just a little uncomfortable. After a nap, she will regain her vitality."

  Heavenly Father’s words have always been believed by Milod the most. He said that Chesia will not die, which means that Chesia will definitely not die.

  So, he nodded seriously.

   "Then Cecia should have a good sleep. If she doesn't have a bed, Milode is willing to give her his bed."

  The Almighty smiled slightly, and said softly, "What a good boy."

  Little angel Mirod proudly puffed out his chest.

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  …

  …

   Cecia didn't sleep for a long time.

   It was just because she was so comfortable and relaxed, so she fell asleep unconsciously.

   When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the arms of the God Lord, and everything around her looked familiar.

   Obviously, she returned to the temple again.

   And this time, he carried her back himself.

  Cecia sat up, her slender legs swaying slightly.

  Although sitting on the lap of a **** is a very intimate and ambiguous act, the servant of the **** seems to have no knowledge of this aspect, and does not think there is anything wrong with it.

   Even the angels are just envious and curious, but they don't think much about other aspects.

  Cecia turned her head, her beautiful green eyes stared at the kind and gentle God.

  He didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with such an action, he just gently rubbed her head with a soft and loving tone.

   "Poor Chesia, are you feeling better?"

   "..." The gorgeous girl whose cheeks had returned to normal ruddy blinked her eyes.

  Raised his hand to touch his normal temperature face, pursing his lips.

   "I just... what happened?"

  She didn't seem to know why her body changed like this.

  The beautiful and gentle **** stared deeply at her.

  The slender fingers pinched her cheek lightly, and said, "It's probably because I'm too tired, so I feel a little uncomfortable."

   "Cesia, you should take a good rest."

  (end of this chapter)