Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1571 Faith (21)

His tone was soft, obviously weightless.

But the faces of the ten servants guarding the temple turned cold in an instant.

Their respective weapons appeared, and the robes on their bodies changed instantly, turning into hard armor.

The sharp blade lights all pointed at the demon god in the middle.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to become tense at the moment when people had no time to react.

The battle seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

Lucifer only glanced coldly and snorted.

It was as if he had never paid attention to those ten servants of God.

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed the trident standing there.

Looking straight at the young man on the Holy Throne, he pulled his lips coldly, "So what about provocation?"

"Aren't you slapping me in the face by detaining Cesia?"

A fallen angel who is warlike and bloodthirsty is the most face-saving.

This made it difficult for him, of course he wanted to come to ask for an explanation.

"Where's Cecia? I'm taking her away."

His gaze was fixed directly under the young man's white robe.

It seems to already know where Cesia is at the moment.

The perfect and benevolent Lord on the Holy Throne, his brows are still so peaceful, gentle and benevolent.

Facing Lucifer's aggressiveness, he just lowered his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

With a beautiful face, pure and flawless skin, he quietly stroked the soft cat in his arms, and a faint smile seemed to overflow from his throat.

Like, laughing at his incompetence.

He stroked the cat in his arms, and said softly, "Lucifer, you know... there is a limit to everything."

Within the range of speed, he can allow him to do some extraordinary things.

But that doesn't mean...

He could ride on top of him and swagger... give him orders.

In this world, everyone should have self-knowledge.

Know what to do and what not to do.

If it exceeds this degree...

So what happens next...

I'm afraid he can't guarantee it either.

The unparalleled beauty of the divine master, those deep golden eyes seemed to contain endless power—soft, yet strong.

Just calmly looking at the belligerent and arrogant Lucifer, his brows are still gentle.

This is the last warning.

The meaning of the Almighty is already obvious.

Lucifer gripped the trident tightly.

His face gradually became gloomy.

The atmosphere became more and more tit-for-tat, ready to go.

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The cat covered in a white robe blinked its beautiful green pupils.

She heard the voices outside clearly.

He was listening with great interest, but didn't want to, the hall suddenly fell silent.

All sounds disappeared, and the air was eerily quiet.

The cat tilted its head slightly, its ears perked up even harder.

But the hand that was on it gently kneaded its ear.

The strength is neither light nor heavy, as if to appease it, but also as if it is deliberately diverting its attention.

The cat dodged unhappily, but the next second, another hand fixed its paw.

Rubbing its belly again.

"..." Poor cat, itching, but unable to escape.

He just opened his mouth and let out a whimper.

Bite the slender and beautiful hand, and bite it on his tiger's mouth.

The sharp teeth bit through his skin in an instant.

Warm blood flowed out slowly.

Cesia, who originally wanted to scare him, froze slightly.

Subconsciously let go, licked it up, not wanting him to bleed.

(End of this chapter)