071: The Father's Favor

Suddenly, Huaiyan's body trembled.

He sensed that the remnants of the Messiah's consciousness within him were resisting the touch of the Father.

Perhaps it is the Messiah of today, whose magic has dissipated and cannot be perceived; this is the hand of the Father.

That's why they resisted so much.

Just as Huaiyan was about to do something, she suddenly felt cold and grabbed the shoulders of the Father God statue.

……Can't.

The messiah within her body was frantically resisting the unfamiliar touch.

He is the Holy Son.

The Son belongs to God the Father and is the most faithful believer.

No one other than the Father God may touch Him.

Not even once!

Suddenly, the boy felt a surge of inexplicable power, a desire to resist those large, unruly hands.

This is a temple, a sacred place used to worship the Father God.

How can we tolerate such a vile thing happening!

But the boy only resisted for a moment before being firmly grasped by those unseen large hands.

"What are you shaking for?"

A deep, pleasant voice, tinged with amusement, rang in the boy's ears.

Huai Yan was startled.

This time, even the Messiah within her froze, no longer making any resistance.

In the Messiah's previous life, before the Father God brought down punishment upon him.

He had seen the Father God with his own eyes and heard the Father God's voice.

She had long ago engraved the man's voice in her heart.

Over the years, I have never forgotten it.

Nature can easily distinguish them.

Who exactly is the owner of this voice?

Next, Huaiyan suffered the consequences.

At that moment, even if he wanted to resist, it was too late.

The Messiah himself has a pure yet incredibly strong affection for God the Father.

In the original storyline, when Hakurei established a new church, Messiah could have rebelled.

But when he saw that Hakurei was about to move the statue of the Father God out of the temple, he stopped his attack.

That statue is the object of his prayers day and night since he was elected Son of God, rain or shine.

The Father has long been an unbreakable faith in the Messiah's heart.

When the church was selecting the Son of God, it was the Messiah’s intense love for God the Father that it was looking for.

Among the many candidates, it would be difficult to find one who could compare to the Messiah.

Therefore, Messiah abandoned his retaliation against Bai Li and his group, and stayed day and night in front of the statue of the Father.

So later, even though there were many times when he could kill that group of people with a single blow.

Messiah also gave up.

He feared that God the Father would punish him for this and stop loving him.

Including the final punishment bestowed by the Father, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a punishment for the Messiah.

But the Messiah firmly and persistently believed that this was a gift from God the Father to help him be freed.

Huai Yan was somewhat confused.

The boy just stared blankly at a point in the void, feeling a strange pang of sadness.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The young believer was surprisingly intelligent.

However, the Father God did not intend to tell the boy directly.

Instead, he pinched the boy's delicate chin, which was so close to his.

"What?" the man asked casually, "If it weren't for that, would you let me touch you?"

The man was intentionally or unintentionally trying to flirt with the boy.

The ending sound of "touching" in particular evokes a lot of thoughts.

"Father, Father God..."

Upon hearing the man's reply, Huaiyan blinked and tears welled up in her eyes.

Huaiyan is gambling.

I swear that the audacious man who dared to blaspheme the Messiah is God the Father.

Otherwise, if this gets out...

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the Messiah's reputation.

The man raised an eyebrow, surprised by the boy's initiative and obedience.

Suddenly, outside the temple, the sound of footsteps could not be ignored.

The voice was urgent, as if it would push open the temple doors in the next second.

Huai Yan was also suddenly startled.

It happened almost instantly.

They've all disappeared.

Huaiyan also successfully escaped from the embrace of the Father God statue.

Inside the temple, the statue of the Father God still maintained its solemn and dignified appearance.

It's as if nothing happened.

Before he could think any further, the heavy doors of the temple were knocked on.

"Your Excellency, Holy Son."

A guard's anxious voice and heavy breathing came from outside the door, "Are you in there?!"

Huaiyan subconsciously looked up at the huge clock hanging on the wall.

Only then did they realize that he had been in the temple for five hours.

It was two hours later than usual for my prayer.

Huai Yan broke out in a cold sweat, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm here, come in."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the temple doors were hurriedly pushed open by the guards.

"Your Holiness!" The guard was covered in sweat, his eyes bloodshot. "I...I couldn't find you..."

Just now, I realized that two hours had passed and His Highness the Holy Son still hadn't appeared.

In the past, he would have seen the boy's busy figure two hours earlier.

This also reminds me of how various races have become unstable and restless today, for some reason.

Conflicts frequently broke out, both large and small, causing quite a stir among the people.

The guards were terrified and sent men scattered throughout the vast palace to search for the boy.

He himself went to the temple.

Unexpectedly, the boy was indeed in the temple, his expression gentle and his eyes tender.

only……

The guard's eyes unconsciously darkened.

At the corner of His Highness's eye was a vibrant red, tinged with an endless dampness.

So alluring.

The guard swallowed hard, his eyes darting around, trying his best to hide his filthy thoughts.

Fortunately, the boy didn't notice.

"Don't worry about me."

Huai Yan smiled and chuckled softly, "It's you who looks like you need some rest."

The guard was taken aback.

When he realized what had happened, his cheeks turned bright red, and his neck was almost dripping red.

He was indeed a bit too eager in his search for the boy.

The thought of what might happen to His Highness the Holy Son was unbearable.

The guards couldn't stop worrying.

Even knowing that His Highness the Holy Son would not be harmed in the slightest by anyone, they were still aware of his abilities.

"N-nothing..." The guard scratched his head sheepishly.

Perhaps they were afraid that if the boy saw him like this, they wouldn't let him leave the palace with them.

The guard quickly added, "I can manage, Your Highness. Please allow me to accompany you."

The guards did not want to leave His Holiness the Holy Son.

Not even one step.

The boy nodded, about to reply.

I looked up and saw the person standing at the door, and I stopped in my tracks.

"Xiuyi?" The boy lifted his pure white holy robe and stepped down from the prayer platform.

Upon hearing this, the guard turned his head and glanced at it.

He then respectfully bowed to the person at the door.

"Your Excellency, Great Mage." The guard bowed, but his back remained ramrod straight.

The handsome young man, dressed in a dark blue-black magician's outfit, nodded in response.

For some reason, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Then, Xiuyi's gaze shifted to the boy.

"Why are you all here?" Huaiyan, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, simply asked, "Is there something you need?"

Xiuyi took a few steps forward very naturally, staring intently at the boy.

He whispered, "Your Holiness, please take me with you on today's procession."

Huai Yan was stunned.

Why do so many of them want to go on the tour with him?

Are you all so kind-hearted and eager to help others?

Nevertheless, Huaiyan agreed.

Although I don't know why, having another assistant for Xiuyi isn't a bad thing.

At the same time, 073 in my mind finally came online.

"Damn! I give up!"

As soon as 073 logged on, he started cursing, "I almost couldn't log on again! Begging and pleading in the AI ​​world was no use!"

As a result, he went through the system and came back, and was able to access the backend again.

"Maybe it's malfunctioning?" the boy asked doubtfully. "Could we get it fixed?"

073 sighed and gave a negative answer.

This doesn't seem like a problem with the backend or the system at all.

If he were to say it, it would seem like it was done by someone.

“Oh, right.” 073 thought of something and his tone turned serious. “Bai Li is about to appear.”

-

"Father, Father God..."

The angel, trembling, knelt on the ground and bowed his head in confession.

"I was wrong, I was wrong..." The frail angel kept wiping away her tears.

The angel knelt at the entrance to the Father's temple, kowtowing repeatedly.

The angels guarding the temple on either side of the gate did not dare to help him at all.

For once the Father God is angry.

They didn't even have a chance to resist.