Chapter 1620 You Are My Faith (32)

He bit her in her ear and asked softly: "Do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"

Cecia was stunned.

But then, she reacted.

"Are you talking sarcastically?"

Azazel smiled and said nothing.

Cecia was silent for a moment.

As if she had thought of something, she also smiled.

Turn around, stand on tiptoes, hug him, smile.

"Azazel, this is what you said. God is a terrible person."

Azazel looked at her tenderly, "Yes, I said so."

The beautiful elf-like person blinked.

She leaned closer to him, her beautiful eyebrows were very bright, "You said that, aren't you afraid that God will come and punish you?"

"Not afraid."

Azazel picked her up easily.

Cecia wanted to say something more, but Azazel interrupted her, gently and mercilessly.

"Checia, I think we should go try on wedding dresses."

"I have selected many wedding dresses for you. If you don't try them on, it will be too late."

"..." Cecia subconsciously looked at the huge painting wall again.

After being carried away, she whispered softly and snuggled into his arms.

"Azazel, but I tried on many wedding dresses yesterday. Aren't you very satisfied with them?"

In the empty and silent church, the man's gentle voice echoed, still patiently explaining to her.

"Those are beautiful, but the designer sent me another batch that I think will suit you very well."

"You can take a look at it first, and if you don't like it, don't wear it."

"……All right."

Cecia could never defeat him.

Soon, the church door was closed.

Silence returned to the huge space.

Glass windows, dim light.

The old benches and the painted walls that have been around for thousands of years.

The cross standing under the painting wall is dark and simple, showing the texture of the passage of time.

At the bottom of the cross, a Bible that had been abandoned by someone unknown lay there quietly, lying in the darkness.

Above, under a thin layer of dust, the light of the writing slightly emerged.

As if by magic, the page slowly opened.

Turn the page, turn the page, turn the page again.

He turned to an unknown page and then stopped.

On the page, a painting appeared.

It is exactly the same as the painting on the wall, without any difference.

The merciful Lord, the devout believers, and the angel who occupies the most central position.

Behind the painting, the ancient words are slowly changing.

Like small insects with fresh life, they are twisting their little bodies and going to where they should go.

The content inside is changed again.

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Legend has it that the enchanted angel Cecia made a bet with God.

Cecia longed for freedom, so she boldly staked her freedom on it.

She bet that God is also an ordinary person and will sink into the secular world.

But God, the all-knowing God, did not agree with her view.

From this, the bet officially begins.

Unfortunately, the final ending was shockingly unexpected.

God lost.

Lost to the beautiful yet evil Charming Angel.

In full view of the believers, he was completely defeated.

However, God woke up and did not become angry.

Instead, he admitted defeat and gave freedom... back to Cecia.

From then on, from the moment the bet failed——

Cecia, free again.