Chapter 1608 You are my belief (20)
Beautiful angels, even if they only exist in the paintings, are so beautiful and so delicate.
Slender and beautiful skeleton, white as porcelain skin.
She was leaning on God's arms, snuggling up, her green pupils, which were as bewitching as jewels, were rippling with charm.
It looks like a cat, a beautiful and delicate little fox cat.
Flapping its wings, gently, as if about to fly out of the painting.
landed in the world.
Descending—her blessing.
Azazel quietly watched the beautiful angel on the wall with warm eyes.
Slender and elegant figure, wearing a sacred mass dress.
The bright red lips seemed to have become a little cold in this too quiet and deserted environment.
Lost a little temperature.
As if, already bewitched by that beautiful angel.
Can't extricate myself.
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Outside the church, night fell at some point.
The twilight that filled the sky continued to spread from the sky.
As if an ink tank was knocked over by a mischievous angel, it is so rich in black that there is no light at all.
Faint stars, buried behind thick clouds.
The moon also disappeared without a trace.
Only a crow flew from nowhere and landed on the treetops, screaming.
It sounds hoarse and harsh.
Really annoying.
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Amidst the heavy sound of the pendulum again and again, the young man standing like a sculpture in front of the painting wall finally lowered his gaze.
The shallow eyelashes fell, casting a shadow.
The unknown eye color is also hidden in it, hard to detect.
The church bell rang on the hour, and the light in the church was even more dim.
It was so dark that there was no light at all, and even the exquisitely painted wall was merged into the darkness, making it impossible to see clearly.
The sculpture-like young man slowly tightened his hands hanging under the mass uniform.
The shallow eyes are lowered, as if they are also dyed with a rich color in this dark color.
A little dark.
The hour bell finally stopped.
Start over with a new time.
Soon, a gust of wind blew from nowhere in the silent church.
Gentle wind, accompanied by a touch of fragrance.
Very light, very light, so light that it is almost impossible to catch.
When the fragrance fell like a flower feather, a light shadow appeared silently.
Slender and delicate ankle, crystal clear bracelet.
Long hair as soft as seaweed, red lips as delicate as roses.
Like an angel, but as charming as a demon.
It makes people lose their souls and don't know where to end.
When the delicate and boneless fingertips silently fell on the young man's shoulder like a cunning fox,
Almost instantly, her slender and fragile ankle was caught.
As if imprisoned by a heavy iron chain, he was pulled vigorously.
The beautiful person, like a dilapidated and weak butterfly with its wings broken, was suddenly bound in his arms.
Even the light skirt, like a petal that has lost its support, fell weakly, touched the sacred mass dress, and even touched—
The man who was supposed to be a warm gentleman.
The man tightly hugged the woman in his arms, and even firmly held down her wings that she wanted to flap.
The large mass dress is like an invisible net, tightly wrapping the beautiful angel.
enveloped her, causing her to lose her freedom and the ability to fly.
The angel struggled a bit, and pushed him with two slender arms.
(end of this chapter)