Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1622 You Are My Faith (34)

"what?"

"Chesia, how could you do this?"

Angels are disappointed.

"Did the Lord tell you to keep it a secret?"

"Why keep it secret? Is it because the game is not fun?"

Checia raised her chin and said lazily, "You should ask the Lord this question."

"I think he will answer for you."

The innocent angels drooped together.

"The Lord is meditating, we cannot interrupt."

"Then you can go later."

Cecilia showed a rare look of empathy.

But the angels still broke up unhappy.

They didn't get the news they wanted to know, and they looked very depressed.

Chesia, on the other hand, was heartless and stretched comfortably.

I am very satisfied with the matter of regaining my freedom.

When she wanted to leave, she still subconsciously glanced in the direction of the temple.

Although the physical constraints were gone, she still felt a connection to him.

Inextricably linked.

Cecia lowered her eyes, as if thinking of something.

He hooked his lips, turned and left.

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God's meditation time this time was unexpectedly long.

In order not to disturb the Lord, the servants of the gods quietly retreated from the temple after Chesia left.

Allow a long time for the Lord to meditate to his heart's content without any scruples.

It's just that the meditation time is too long, so long that the servants of the gods are even worried about whether the Lord has encountered any difficult problems.

He needs to think quietly, and the time is endless.

Just as the servants of the gods were waiting outside the temple, thinking heavily, Checia came back.

A thick branch was carried on his shoulders, and a large bundle was tied to the end of the branch.

It looked nondescript, as if it had snatched something back from somewhere.

The servants of the gods saw Checia wanting to go in, and immediately stopped her.

Carefully, for fear that she might break in by mistake.

"Cesia, now is the Lord's meditation time, no one can go in and disturb."

"..." Chesia, who was carrying a big burden, glanced at the closed temple door strangely.

"The Lord is still meditating?"

How long has it been since?
Servant Abraham warned: "The Lord will consider the length of time, Chesia, please be careful with your words."

"..." Chesia, who was planning to go in, raised her eyebrows, and swept around the servants of the gods guarding the door.

Nodding his head, he understood.

So, under the watchful eyes of the servants of God, Chesia left.

Carrying her nondescript big baggage, she disappeared into the clouds.

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A quarter of an hour later, outside the side window of the temple.

A figure as light as a cat jumped up.

Dragging the big burden, I jumped from the window.

Enter the temple smoothly without anyone noticing.

Chesia casually threw the thick branches aside, then carried the big burden and walked towards the steps.

Going up step by step, standing in front of the sculpture-like god at the moment, staring at it for a long time.

Afterwards, he gently placed the heavy burden under his scepter.

He squatted down and unwrapped the big package.

Inside, watery, ripe fruits of good and evil appeared in front of my eyes.

Wang Chengcheng's, I don't know how many have been picked.

It piled up into a hill and bulged into one piece, and the poor thin cloth could hardly cover it.

As soon as it was opened, Xiaoshan coaxed it to disperse.

Chesia had quick eyesight, took two from inside, and wrapped them up again.

Fasten and set aside.

(End of this chapter)