After cleaning the statue, Wen Liyu was taken to the church to pray. The evening prayer was to tell Father God: Believers have worked hard today! After a hard day, it's time to rest!
Her prayer posture and expression became more and more skillful. She finished her prayer calmly and returned to her room.
Usually after dinner, the saint would reflect on herself and praise God the Father in her room, but now it was Wen Liyu who was here.
After she cleaned herself up, she lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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Wen Liyu opened her eyes and saw a white palace surrounded by wisps of mist.
She stepped forward puzzledly, "Where is this?"
Wen Liyu walked to the end and pushed open a gold-plated white door. As soon as it opened, the dazzling platinum light illuminated her eyes.
"Hmm..." She closed her eyes, frowned, and a layer of hazy veil floated in her beautiful and gorgeous blue eyes.
The God of Light sat on the throne, holding a scepter that was larger than the Pope's, and the scepter was surrounded by a halo of light power.
His eyes were bright golden, gleaming like the most precious treasure in the world. He wore a black robe of the same style and sat on a high platform, looking down at his believers, majestic and powerful.
With a stern face, he slammed his staff down on the ground. His voice was filled with anger, and even the temple was trembling in fear of his wrath. "You...!"
Wen Liyu was completely attracted by his handsome appearance. In the blink of an eye, tears kept falling from her eyes.
"Woo...Peony!" Wen Liyu grabbed the hem of her black robe and rushed to the altar regardless of everything, with a very aggrieved expression on her face.
She hugged the man's arms tightly, rubbing her cheek against his neck, tears rushing out of her eyes, washing her blue eyes even clearer and more transparent.
Wen Liyu looked at him steadily. After a long moment, she reached out and pressed her soft fingertips against the corners of his cold eyes. "Your eyes are so beautiful."
She lost her composure for only a moment before coming to her senses. He was not Shaoyao, only his eyes looked alike.
The man frowned slightly. The fragrance emanating from the woman's body was like a big net that wrapped him up completely, making him very uncomfortable and stiff.
He should have been angry, because he had entered her dream to punish her for her disrespect.
But when he saw her eyes, which were as clear as the sky without any haze, his anger subsided easily.
The God of Light had a cold face. He reached out and pinched her small chin. The look he gave her was as ruthless and desireless as the look he gave the flowers and grass by the roadside. There was no difference.
He asked, "Why are you crying?"
"I didn't cry." Wen Liyu pursed her lips, tugging at his arm, her voice soft and tender, "Hold me."
The statue of the God of Light was struck by the Demon God's immobilization magic, and his entire body was as stiff as a stone. After a while, he sneered and scolded, "Nonsense!"
"I didn't." Wen Liyu stared into his eyes, and seeing that he really had no intention of hugging her, she moved on her own.
Bending down, she slipped under his arms, tucked herself into his embrace, and looked up at him, "Are you my Father God?"
"No." The God of Light did not move, letting her rub against his arms.
He didn't remember creating this child, had no respect for himself, behaved strangely, and seemed to have mistaken him for someone else at first.
Oh, this kid who's full of lies.
"Hold me." Wen Liyu raised her eyes and looked at him dependently. Being looked at by her like this, even a statue made of the hardest metal in the Demon Realm would melt in her charming eyes.
The God of Light didn't know what he was doing. When he came to his senses, his hands were already on the shoulders and waist of this little liar, hugging him in an intimate posture.
His body suddenly stiffened. Wen Liyu was about to ask him something when she closed her eyes in his arms and fell asleep again.
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"Host! Host!" The system's voice is getting louder and louder. It is almost time to pray. If the host doesn't wake up, his character will be ruined.
This time is different from the first world. Because of a bug in the first world, the host can do whatever he wants.
This is a world of soul transmigration. If too many people suspect the host, the host will be regarded as a fallen saint seduced by the devil and burned to death on a flame.
"Hmm?" Wen Liyu rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed. The thin white quilt slipped off her body, revealing some of her skin that was so white that it was almost transparent.
"Host, you're finally awake." The system breathed a sigh of relief. "It's almost time."
Wen Liyu blinked and said, "I understand."
She got up and went to the shower room, stepped into the pool filled with holy water, and immersed herself in the holy water. "I seemed to have dreamed of Shaoyao yesterday, but it wasn't him."
"Hmm?" The system checked the background after hearing this and found traces of the passive skill [Dream Entering] being used. "It should be the male protagonist of this world."
"I think so too." Wen Liyu remained calm and rose from the water calmly, with crystal clear water droplets rolling down her body.
Her pajamas were soaked and clung tightly to her body, exposing her perfect and slender figure to the sight of the God of Light.
The God of Light sent a projection to follow her. The projection had only 5% of his power and could not hear her conversation with the system. It only saw her undergoing the cleansing in a depressed mood.
"Host, what did you say to the male protagonist when you saw him?" The system couldn't enter the host's dream, so it knew nothing about what happened last night and was a little curious.
Wen Liyu recalled, "At first I thought he was Shaoyao, and then I cried, and I think I wiped my tears on him."
System: ...This world is really going to end.
"Later I realized he was not Shaoyao, and he seemed very angry, so I had to act coquettishly and asked him to hug me, hoping to calm him down." Wen Liyu came up with this idea because of the previous world.
Whenever she quarreled with Chu Shaoyao and asked for a hug out of grievance, Chu Shaoyao would sigh, hug her, and forgive her at the same time.
Wen Liyu felt that this method would definitely be useful, so she also used it on the male protagonist in this world. It seemed that it really worked?
The system quickly asked, "Has he calmed down?"
"I think so?" Wen Liyu changed into new clothes and a black robe, and after dinner, she followed the servants to the church.
She was multitasking, opening her mouth and pretending to pray, but in fact she was discussing with the system in her head how to win over the male protagonist.
The God of Light, who had been following behind her, was amused by her perfunctory lip syncing and simply used the statue to flick her on the forehead.
Wen Liyu, who was suddenly hit on the head:???
But in the eyes of others, the statue suddenly bestowed its blessing, and only gave it to the saint.
The Pope and the Archbishop all showed expressions of surprise and admiration, "My child, the power of light in you has grown stronger."
The believers in the audience said: "As expected of a Saint, she is truly the Father's favorite!"
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