Chu Ci blinked.
Raise your hand suddenly.
The white fingertips slid across his chest and gently skipped his neck.
Jiang Misen's Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably.
Then the chin was slightly lifted by the thin white finger.
Chu Ci leaned on his body, her small face slightly moved closer, and her big green eyes narrowed slightly.
In an instant, there was an aura of bewitching and enchanting evildoers.
Such an aura, with a hint of gloom in the holiness, would almost shatter all the rationality in one's heart.
He hasn't gotten over that emotion yet.
I heard Chu Ci speak slowly.
"Help me get the power of faith...? Do you believe in me?"
The voice is still soft, but this sentence has a little divine power, but because the divine power of the God of Love is gentle and tolerant, it will not make people feel uncomfortable, and even make people want to get close, and it is a bit holy, so I dare not take it lightly. Get involved.
And the ungodly human beings who have never had faith raised their hands at this moment, ruthlessly pulling down the trace of holiness, and pulling them into their arms.
Like a god of death from hell, the atmosphere around him to prevent others from prying eyes was like a sharp sickle. With a little force on his long fingers, he held the little girl in his arms, almost wanting to completely cover her with a huge black cloak.
Bad and selfish, wanting to monopolize the beauty that seems to belong to this world.
His voice was a little viciously hoarse.
"No."
He doesn't believe in it.
He also has no faith.
If he believed in, he wouldn't want to break her wings and trap her in his arms; if he believed in, he wouldn't want to get rid of all the gods who knew her existence, leaving him alone to enjoy the last Lonely God; if he believed in it—there would not be so many thoughts to pull her down from the altar, and from then on, he would be with him.
He never had faith, he just wanted—to have her.
Bad and true.
Chu Ci was suddenly pressed into her arms.
The vestment on his body was soft and had a cool breath.
The hand on the back of the head used a little force, trapping her tightly in his arms.
How do you feel—a bit about to blacken
Chu Ci turned her head sideways.
What did she do, he was going to be blackened
No matter how wild your thoughts, I will let you feel how strong her power really is.
"so-"
The little girl was stuffed in his arms, and the trace of divine power disappeared completely, and then she spoke.
"That was all a long time ago."
Jiang Misen paused, his eyes were a little dazed, and he slowly relaxed his strength.
Chu Ci propped herself up again, tilted her head to look at him, and smiled.
"Haven't you heard that the god of love has already fallen? I have already disappeared in the concept of those gods. I am different from them. I don't need to use the power of faith. The power of faith is at most for me Play an auxiliary role, and this auxiliary role, even a human being with a lot of power of faith, will feel this way."
"you-"
Jiang Misen frowned, apparently recalling the few records in books about Cupid, but because this person was actually standing in front of him, he didn't realize that it was probably true.
If it is true—then the various things that Chu Ci has encountered for thousands of years—
The young magician clenched his hands.
But he heard the black-haired and green-eyed god chuckle and speak.
"So, I won't leave you."
'Jiang Misen's love value is +5, currently 91. '