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Chapter 1620 You Are My Faith (32)

He was next to her ear, biting her, and asked gently: "Do you think... what I just said is the truth or a lie?"

Cecia was taken aback.

But then, she reacted.

"Are you talking ironically?"

Azazel smiled without saying a word.

Cecia was silent for a moment.

As if thinking of something, she also laughed.

Turning around, standing on tiptoe, hugging him, smiling.

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

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

The beautiful person like an elf blinked.

Leaning closer to him, her gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were very dazzling, "You say that, aren't you afraid that God will come and punish you?"

"Not afraid."

Azazel picked her up with ease.

Checia wanted to say something more, but Azazel interrupted her, gentle and merciless.

"Cesia, I think it's time for us to try on the wedding dress."

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

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

Being carried away, she muttered softly and snuggled into his arms.

"Azazel, but I tried on many wedding dresses yesterday, aren't you satisfied with those?"

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

"Those are beautiful, but the designer sent another batch, which I think would suit you."

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

"……All right."

Chesia always failed him.

Soon, the door of the church was closed.

In the huge space, silence returned.

Glass windows, dim light.

The old benches, and the wall paintings that have been passed down 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" abandoned by someone unknown lay there quietly, lying in the darkness.

On the top, under a thin layer of dust, the light of the writing appeared slightly.

As if by magic, the page was slowly opened.

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

I turned to an unknown page, and then stopped.

On the page, a picture appeared.

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

The merciful Lord, the faithful, and the angel who occupies the very center.

Behind the painting, the ancient characters are slowly changing.

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

The content inside is changed again.

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Legend has it that the charming angel Chesia made a bet with God.

Cecia longed for freedom, so she boldly bet on freedom.

She gambled that God is also an ordinary person, and would sink into the secular world.

But the all-seeing God disagrees with her.

Thus, the bet officially began.

Unfortunately, the final outcome was astonishingly unexpected.

God lost.

Lost to the beautiful yet evil Angel of Enchantment.

Under the watchful eyes of the believers, they were completely defeated.

However, God woke up and did not become angry.

On the contrary, he admitted defeat, and returned his freedom... to Cesia.

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

Cecia, free again.

(End of this chapter)