Chapter 1608 You are my faith (20)

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 bewitching green eyes like gems gleaming with 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.

She has a slender and elegant figure, wearing a sacred mass robe.

The red lips seemed to have become a little cold in this excessively quiet and deserted environment.

Lost a little bit of temperature.

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

Can't extricate myself.

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Outside the church, night had fallen at some point.

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

It was as if the ink tank had been knocked over by a naughty angel, it was so rich and dark that there was no trace of light.

The faint stars are buried behind thick clouds.

The moon has also disappeared, quietly and without a trace.

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

It sounds hoarse and harsh.

It's 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 is 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, and red lips as delicate as roses.

Like an angel, yet charming as a devil.

It makes people lose their soul and not know where to end up.

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, 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 wide mass robe is like a large invisible net, wrapping the beautiful angel airtightly.

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

The angel struggled for a moment and pushed him with two slender arms.
Chapter completed!