Chapter 053 Famous Scene

In the afternoon, when Jophiel passed by the Vatican with his wheel-eye vision, he found Garcia strolling outside.

I paused for him for a moment:

Garcia hopped across the lawn like a rabbit, quickly running across a path covered with wildflowers and gravel, then leaned on the glass window to look inside. He had just thrown a coin into the pond, then went to the classroom to pick up a book and climbed up a tree to read it. He even untied his belt without any regard for etiquette, tied up the books he had picked up, and hung them from the treetops, then went to the glass greenhouse to spy on Amber and the snow leopard...

Garcia often does things that are beyond his expectations.

This made Jophiel feel that this tasteful, pink soul was more interesting than many lives that were born in his eyes.

The sun has not yet set, and the Western Continent has not yet been surveyed.

Jophiel had no choice but to release the monitor again and follow Garcia to record those interesting details.

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Night, temple.

Garcia was sitting cross-legged on the flower bed.

Since he was meeting guests in the morning and had free time in the afternoon, he did not have his daily prayer today.

After dinner, Damien brought a plate of tribute fruit to Garcia and asked him to go to the six-winged angel statue in the evening to make up for the day's prayers.

Damien stubbornly believed that the Archangel's love for Garcia was unique, so he never joined in Garcia's prayers, fearing that his presence would displease the Archangel.

So at this moment, in the entire hall, there was only Garcia, a little eyeball, and a plate of tribute fruit.

Garcia finally remembered what he had forgotten before going to bed last night - he forgot to ask whether the figure standing in the middle of the flower bed was the archangel who had turned back into a statue, or an illusion set up by the bishop.

But none of these affected Garcia. He treated the plate of fresh and crispy tribute fruit as after-meal fruit and ate it happily.

Anyway, gods don't care about worldly things.

Instead of letting this natural and pollution-free good thing rot, it is better to enjoy it yourself.

Daming said that this is a wild fruit that grows naturally in the forest outside the Centaur Valley.

This wild fruit was as big as a fist, red, elastic and soft. Garcia took a bite, and the sweet and sour juice immediately filled his entire mouth, making Garcia's eyes widen in surprise.

It’s cherries!

The sweet and sour juice made people happy, and Garcia happily raised her feet.

He was not wearing shoes or socks, and his white and delicate feet swept across the flowers in the pond. There was an inexplicable beauty that was beyond the scope of his little eyes.

So, the little eyeball without a brain flapped its little wings and went to touch the soles of Garcia's feet.

It tickled Garcia so much that he trembled.

A certain blonde beauty pressed the tears that oozed from the corners of her eyes due to stimulation, shook her ankles, and moved her eyeballs to the insteps of her feet. She alternated between her feet, folded her wings, and kicked her eyeballs like a furry ball as a shuttlecock.

Garcia suddenly became interested while eating fruit and kicking shuttlecock with his feet.

He once again felt the urge to find someone to talk to - Garcia was a big mouth who could not keep secrets. When he lived in the apartment, he always treated his male roommate from the sports college as a tree hole and told him about the passionate scenes he had witnessed while filming in the studio.

Thinking of this, Garcia glanced at the statue in front of him.

Well... his chest muscles are perfect, his abdominal muscles are not visible but should be good, his legs are long enough, and he looks even more handsome!

You can use it as a tree hole for your roommate who can’t speak!

After smacking his lips and thinking for a moment, Garcia began:

"Shocking! A man who hasn't married yet is reveling every night, and has developed an ambiguous relationship with his cat that transcends race. I, the Holy Son of the Vatican, Garcia, report to you..."

"...I think something shameful must have happened in the greenhouse before I passed by it. Otherwise, why would Leopard Beauty be wearing the high priest's clothes? They really love excitement!"

"Oh, and this isn't the first time I've run into them. In just a few days, they've happened so frequently. So, isn't that a thing I haven't seen before? No! It's only going to happen more often!"

"I've never seen the leopard beauty anywhere else. He must be living in the high priest's bedroom! It's like hiding a beautiful girl in a golden house! Petting the cat during the day and sleeping with the cat at night, hehe..."

After telling the gossip about the high priest, Garcia started talking nonsense again.

"That servant of mine, Daming, is no ordinary man! Absolutely no ordinary man!"

"He looks so gentle, yet he can actually carry me around! He's obviously a very manly mother and husband, but sometimes, sometimes he's just... well... let me think..."

Garcia supported his face with one hand, his green eyes rolling around, and he thought for a moment.

Then he suddenly slammed his fist into his palm and said firmly:

"Yes! I know what's wrong!"

"He and the high priest have the same personality!"

"You know what I mean? The High Priest is the type of person who's actually quite sinister and arrogant on the inside, but pretends to be gentle and down-to-earth on the outside. The persona he's trying to create for himself is a trait that Daming inherently possesses."

"That's what I was thinking! I was wondering why Daming was sneaking in some illicit goods that time and openly and secretly disliking the High Priest costume. Turns out he stole my character! If it were me, I wouldn't be happy either."

Garcia almost spilled the beans, telling everyone everything he had seen and heard in the past few days, including everything that made him feel dissatisfied.

The more I talk, the more excited I become.

Even began to fabricate——

"I think there's something fishy going on in our church!"

"I'm not kidding! There really is a ghost!"

"My Lord! You are so perceptive! The day I first got the job, I saw a super-ugly eyeball in the high priest's office! I was completely stunned!"

"Just like that opossum, with a large eyeball covered with small eyeballs!"

"You heard right! It can even give birth! It gave birth to a baby for me, and it follows me around every day. Look, that one. Even though I've tamed it, I call it 'Double Eyelids'."

Garcia put on a pitiful face and cried, "Can you please take care of this? After all, I'm the Holy Son you personally chose, right? I've been frightened time and again by indescribable fears. You really need to take care of this! You gods can't just bring trouble to me, a newcomer to the unit, with your quarrel!"

After saying that, he ate another tribute fruit to replenish water and moisten his throat.

Garcia had been chattering for quite a while, and even mustered up the courage to tell the Archangel, who might be there, a little while later.

Garcia became more and more excited as he spoke, and at the end he even used a bit of Beijing accent - he learned it from watching crosstalk while surfing the Internet.

Before he traveled through time, his agent wanted him to develop in the entertainment industry and arranged for him to be a guest in several variety shows, although he didn't end up going.

But because of this, the agent asked Garcia to watch more traditional Chinese operas such as crosstalk and Peking opera in his spare time, so that he could use traditional culture to package himself.

Garcia did so and was deeply attracted by these things.

As a result, I also learned a few half-baked singing styles.

For example, the popular song "Rap Mask" is Garcia's favorite Beijing song.

After finishing the gossip, Garcia, still in high spirits, stood up.

He made a gesture with his hands, raised his hands to his eyebrows, and then clasped his hands in front of his chest, wishing for luck.

Then he sang loudly: "The blue-faced Dou Erdun stole the imperial horse, the red-faced Guan Gong fought against the yellow-faced Dian Wei in Changsha..."

Little did he know that at this moment, Yophiel, who was sitting opposite him, could no longer bear to listen.

"Is it possible that I can hear you talking nonsense?"

The singing stopped abruptly.

Garcia seemed to be frozen in place by a spell, his body frozen in place with his body moving wildly.

The expression on his face was one of horror.

He didn't dare to move, but just looked away, slowly looking towards the source of the sound.

At some point, the six-winged angel statue with a mysterious jade texture once again possessed the texture of human skin, and every part of it looked like the silver-haired man that morning. It stood alive in the middle of the flower bed, in front of Garcia.

It can move, blink, breathe and speak.

Although his face was paralyzed, he was indeed alive.

Jophiel stretched his muscles and said expressionlessly, "I didn't mean to scare you, but I just couldn't bear it any longer. You seem to have opinions about my different forms."

As these words were spoken, a huge sound of air vibration suddenly rang out behind Garcia.

The air in the room flowed rapidly, and the wind it brought caused Garcia's loose golden hair to lift slightly.

It looked like some huge object, flapping its wings, hovering behind him.

Garcia's brain hadn't fully reacted yet and he couldn't adapt to the current situation.

I just felt as if I was locked in by that gaze.

At this moment, the little eyeballs fluttered in front of him quickly, shaking and spinning wildly, and gesturing something with their wings.

Finally, it covered its eyeball-shaped body with its small wings, and suddenly stopped flapping its wings and fell into the flowers.

It was trying to alert Garcia with its actions.

Garcia suddenly had an epiphany.

——Double eyelids, you will sleep next to my pillow tonight. Don’t fly around and scare me. If your friends or your dad come over... remember to remind me to close my eyes and don’t look.

Garcia remembered what he had said two days ago when he slept on the floor in the hall with double eyelids.

So, then, could it be that the one behind me, flapping its giant wings and "gazing" at me, is...

Garcia's teeth were chattering, his breathing was rapid, and his body was shaking like a sieve.

He had no brain to think about what the Archangel had just said.

All I knew was that the big, deadly eyeball and the small eyeballs on its wings were right behind me, probably less than a meter away.

In front of it is a statue that has become alive again, and behind it are large eyeballs.

The former is the handsome and extraordinary archangel that Daming has concluded, but no one knows what the latter is.

One in front and one behind, Garcia suddenly screamed.

He suddenly leaped forward and threw himself into the arms of the silver-haired man.

Like a koala, she hugged the man's neck tightly with her hands, wrapped her legs around his waist, and buried her face in his neck that smelled of incense.

She squeezed in desperately, sobbing softly:

“Bing!”

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