Activate the magic to put the little believer into a coma.
If he hadn't done that, he would have almost held her in his arms and doted on her.
He is a God and should not have such thoughts. Lust is a sin that only demons possess.
The seven deadly sins had clearly been sleeping in his body, but now, the seal seemed to have loosened.
He has to go back to the Ninth Heaven.
These thoughts flashed through the mind of the God of Light. He used levitation to put the little believer on the bed and covered her with a quilt before leaving.
Wen Liyu knew that she was sleeping. She was happily jumping over the Dragon Gate. She jumped over the gate and turned into a golden dragon.
She felt dissatisfied, so she jumped back and turned into a koi. After turning into a koi, she jumped over the Dragon Gate again, this time turning into a little white dragon.
"I want to turn into a colorful black dragon!" Wen Liyu shouted at the dragon gate, then jumped back.
Longmen: ...Are you sick?
When Wen Liyu flew again, the scene suddenly changed and she dreamed of the entrance of the pure white temple last night.
"...Fuck." Her dream of turning into a dragon was shattered. She took a step forward crying, pushed open the door and walked into the temple as if she was familiar with the place.
Wen Liyu started shouting as soon as she entered, "Oh~ My dear Father God~~ What do you want to talk to me about?"
The God of Light frowned, "Why are you here?"
"Hmm?" Wen Liyu blinked blankly, her blue eyes full of innocence. "Didn't you summon me here?"
The back of the God of Light was stiff, and the corners of his lips were straight, like a tsundere boy whose secret crush had been exposed. "Nonsense!"
"Father God, please admit it. It was you who summoned me to come to you." Wen Liyu walked to his side and stretched out her fingers to hook the hem of his robe woven with the power of light.
She leaned close to his ear, her eyes shining so brightly that even gods accustomed to light could not look directly into her pure and clear eyes.
Wen Liyu's voice was soft and pleasant, like a gentle breeze, blowing all the way into the heart sealed by ice.
"You need me."
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Wen Liyu woke up in a very unhappy mood. She sat on the bed with a gloomy face and snorted at the wooden statue on the table.
"What's wrong with the host?" the system asked in confusion. It couldn't enter the host's dreams, so it had no idea what was going on in the dream.
Wen Liyu quickly recovered and shook her head. "It's okay. It's just that Father God doesn't seem to be the mature, steady, and majestic Father God that everyone imagines."
"Alas...what happened to my Father God?" Wen Liyu sighed deliberately, "I love the Father God so much, but the Father God doesn't seem to like me. Without the Father God's favor, I feel like I can't survive."
As she spoke, her eyes began to moisten. She turned her head to face the statue on the table, and a tear slowly flowed down her cheek, falling into the white quilt and disappearing.
The wooden statue moved when she couldn't see it, but quickly stopped.
Wen Liyu deliberately dug out some particularly corny words from her memories and read them to the God of Light hiding in the wood carving.
After saying that, she stood up and went to the cubicle to start her bath for the day, washing away all the dirt on her body with holy water.
A glowing man slowly walked out of the wood carving. He walked gracefully to the bedside and spread his hands above the quilt.
Soon, a tear was gathered into its original shape by the force, rising from the quilt to the center and was grasped by Qi.
The tears in the palm of his hand were compressed by the power of light and solidified into a teardrop-shaped gem, sparkling.
Qi held the gem and looked at it for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, just looking at it.
The holy water pool in the bathing room is filled with living water and is managed by special attendants. The content of the holy water is updated every day to ensure that the power of light in the holy water is always in the best condition.
Wen Liyu put on her new black robe with ease and tugged at the hem with her fingers. "Why do you have to wear a black robe? It's like wearing a black garbage bag."
As someone who likes bright colors and is very satisfied with the color of her original body (red and gold koi), Wen Liyu really wants to wear red clothes!
"Host, forget it." The system suddenly said, "All clergy must wear black robes. This is written on the first page of the doctrine."
"Then should I wear it inside the black robe?" Wen Liyu pulled the collar of the robe and looked inside. The collar was very small, so no one could see the clothes she was wearing underneath.
"It doesn't seem to work either." The system said as the sound of pages turning could be heard. "The Holy Son and Holy Daughter must wear pure white robes underneath."
Wen Liyu pouted. She was always getting dressed and going out. When she saw the wooden statue, her eyes flashed. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and ran over. She picked up the statue and called out pitifully, "Father God..."
The wooden statue's entire body flashed with light, as if asking her, "What's the matter?"
"Father God, can I wear clothes of other colors? I'm tired of wearing these two colors every day." Wen Liyuba blinked, her eyes moist and shining with anticipation.
The beautiful face and aggrieved expression were so beautiful that Qi couldn't take his eyes off her. He felt like not wanting to refuse any of her requests.
This was the first time in thousands of years that he felt hesitant.
Even the little believer in a tight black robe attracted everyone's coveted and ugly gazes. If he changed into a more colorful robe...
"no."
Wen Liyu talked for a long time and became thirsty. In the end, she only saw two words written with the power of light appearing in the air. She was so angry that she put the wooden carving back on the table and went out to pray in a sullen mood.
The abandoned wooden statue:
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"My child, have you rested well?" The Pope was the first to notice her. "You can rest in your room for a while. Yesterday's blessing must have exhausted your strength."
The number of believers who came to pray today was several times greater than in previous years. Almost everyone in the city came, including some royal family members.
The moment they saw Wen Liyu, their eyes became extremely passionate and full of reverence.
"It's the Saint!"
"Saint, please bless my family..."
"Thank you for the blessing from the Saint yesterday. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life..."
"Oh, the scent of the Saint..."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Holiness." Wen Liyu ignored the whispers of the people in the audience and bowed to the Pope.
Before she could continue with the greetings and compliments, the Pope suddenly bowed even more sharply to her.
Wen Liyu was performing a daily greeting, but the Pope actually performed a solemn greeting towards her that he would only perform when treating someone of higher status than himself.
"...Your Holiness?" Wen Liyu looked bewildered and reached out to help him up.
The Pope can be considered the saint's adoptive father, so how could she remain indifferent when he saluted her?
The Pope subtly avoided her touch, his kind smile a little stiff. "My child, today you will lead us in prayer."
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