Chapter 1615 You Are My Faith (27)

It was raining heavily, and the well-maintained greenhouse inevitably became a little embarrassed at this moment.

When Azazel came here holding an umbrella, the man in black opened the door of the greenhouse.

Inside, a low cough could be heard.

Submerged in the loud sound of rain, it seemed extremely weak.

Azazel did not walk in immediately, but raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

It was raining heavily, and the heavy clouds were flashing with dazzling thunder from time to time.

The thunder was loud, rolling among the clouds, and even more muffled.

Azazel watched quietly for a while, wondering if Cecia would be awakened by the thunder.

If she is woken up, she will leave and disappear.

He doesn't want her to leave.

Therefore, he should go back as soon as possible and hold her tightly.

Azazel thought lightly and slowly looked away.

Landing in the flower room, he paused for a while before walking in.

He walked under the flower-bedecked house and looked at the man in the wheelchair without any reaction.

The look in his eyes was completely unfamiliar.

At this moment, the man in the wheelchair was as old as a dying tree.

His pale hair was falling out and his teeth were almost gone.

The wrinkled skin and dull complexion are like the pitted bark on an old tree, which has become extremely old.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, with a needle inserted into his old hand and an intravenous drip attached.

He coughed from time to time, as if trying to prove that he was still alive.

Azazel stood, looking at him with light golden eyes, completely alienated, without emotion or anger.

On the contrary, the old man who was about to die saw his cloudy eyes filled with piety.

I was so excited that I wanted to stand up tremblingly.

I want to kneel down in piety.

"I have been looking for you for a long time, Lord."

Because his legs had no strength, he fell to the ground.

With a heavy sound, the catheter holding the IV drip was torn open, revealing the cold needle.

And his hands full of pinholes were shocking.

The people next to him wanted to help him, but he shook his head and refused.

The cross hanging from his neck swayed, as if there was a light emerging amidst the roar of the rainstorm.

He devoutly assumed a kneeling posture, and even though he had no strength, he did it with all his strength.

It seems that if you don't do this, you will offend him and insult him.

But Azazel frowned and took a step back.

Completely indifferent to his excessively weird actions and remarks.

"Do I know you?"

His light golden eyes were distant and unfamiliar, without any warmth.

It's like looking at an insignificant ant.

The old man did not raise his head, but looked at his legs eagerly.

Trembling, the cross on his neck became brighter and brighter.

He said devoutly: "Lord, I am your most loyal believer Abraham, and I am willing to protect your safety and happiness throughout my life."

"Over the years, we have been waiting for the opportunity, obeying your instructions, appearing at the right time to find you."

"Now, the time for you to give your instructions has finally arrived. We can finally meet each other and fulfill your will."

Azazel didn't speak, and he didn't know whether he believed or not believed his shocking lunatic remarks.

Seeing the light on the cross getting brighter and brighter, it was almost blinding.

He was indifferent, turned around and left.

The next second, light burst out.

The entire world was shrouded in white light, and time and space stood still.

Amidst the devout voices of the believers, the young man who was about to leave stopped for an instant.