Wen Liyu felt that the Pope had been acting a little strangely since yesterday, and before she could decide whether to agree, the believers in the audience began to speak up.
"Saint, please lead us in prayer."
"Please bless us, Saint."
"Saint, I am willing to follow you forever."
More and more people in the audience responded to the Pope's words, and asked her to pray one after another, each one more pious than the other, as if they would faint from crying if Wen Liyu did not agree.
Wen Liyu was silent for a moment, and walked step by step to the high platform in the center under the Pope's kind smile.
She stretched out her hands from her black robe. Her hands were whiter and more delicate than snow. She had only consumed holy water since she was a child, and bathing in holy water made her purer and more flawless than anyone else.
The black robe concealed her graceful figure, and only a hint of her beauty could be seen from the tiny gap.
When the believers in the audience saw her, there was only amazement and respect in their eyes. However, there was one person who was different. He was the third prince, the most beloved among the royal family.
His deep green eyes were glued to Wen Liyu's heart-shaped chin and crimson lips, which were revealed when she tilted her head back. Like a wild wolf on the hunt, his eyes were full of greed and appetite for his prey.
Wen Liyu had no idea what was happening offstage. She was closing her eyes and trying hard to recite the prayer notes given to her by the system.
The process of leading believers in prayer was very tedious and lengthy. She needed to recite a long list of words praising God the Father and could only proceed to the next step after receiving a response from God the Father.
At this moment, she had just finished reciting the mantra and slowly knelt down in front of the statue, raising her arms. "Lord, please have mercy on us, please love us, please mercifully grant us the blessing of life. We love you so much and respect you. We hope you can have mercy on your believers..."
According to past experience, the next second after you finish reciting the prayer, the statue will flash slightly, indicating that the Lord approves your prayer.
After Wen Liyu finished reading, the statue suddenly emitted a pure white light that was even warmer than the sunlight outside.
This light made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes, but the believers could feel their bodies gradually becoming stronger.
Wen Liyu only felt that her whole body was wrapped in the hot spring of suitable temperature, and the power of light was like a docile lamb, constantly drilling into her body.
The power of light gathered into the shape of a man. He slowly opened his arms and hugged Wen Liyu from behind.
"Father God?" Wen Liyu felt her whole body was filled with power, her head became dizzy, and she couldn't tell east from west. It was as if she had eaten too much.
Qi held her in his arms, emotions boiling in his golden eyes, "Yeah."
The light grew dimmer and dimmer, and the believers in the audience were finally able to open their eyes. They immediately looked up at the altar, but could only see an object in the shape of a silkworm cocoon woven by the power of light.
“This is a miracle!!”
"My Lord has arrived!! The Saint is indeed the Father God's favorite."
"Father God, please look at us and have mercy..."
The believers, including the Pope and the Archbishop, knelt down in the direction of the silkworm chrysalis, folded their hands on the ground, rested their foreheads on the backs of their hands, and prayed devoutly.
Wen Liyu could hear the noises outside. She didn't know if they could see her, so she struggled shyly and panicked.
How can they be so affectionate in front of so many people? They are not reserved at all!
Qi's golden eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. He held the little believer tightly in his arms, lowered his head and gently kissed her ear. "Why are you struggling? Didn't you ask me to pamper you?"
“…I.” Wen Liyu snapped back to her senses. She blinked, her body trembling slightly. “Father God…”
The last part of her voice rose, catching Qi's attention like a small hook. "Father God, if you do this, I will be so happy that I will go crazy. I love you so much. I just hope to see you every day and pray for you under your protection. I will be satisfied."
Wen Liyu's eyes were slightly red, not sure if it was because of excitement or because of the suppressed strong love. Tears hung on her curled eyelashes, like a beautiful flower stained with dew in the morning light, pitiful and lovely.
Qi's eyes were full of smiles, and his face showed a satisfied and intoxicated expression. He seemed to have drunk a glass of wine brewed with love, and he felt slightly tipsy after just one sip.
Although he could see through the hypocritical heart of this little believer at a glance, her expression, her words, and her little temper that she only showed in front of him all deeply attracted him.
"Satisfy you, my child." The God of Light bit her earlobe, and more light power than before suddenly appeared and flowed into her body from her forehead.
Wen Liyu felt like a balloon that was inflated. She was obviously very full, but a huge amount of nitrogen was forcefully sent into her body. The comfort of the power of light entering her body and the feeling that her body was about to burst made her cry continuously.
She felt like she was thrown into the junction of magma and iceberg, half cold and half hot.
Wen Liyu raised her moist eyes and placed her hand on the arm of the God of Light. Her legs were weak and she could only lean on Qi to avoid collapsing on the ground. "Father God, there is too much power..."
There was an unmistakable cry in her voice, and her crystal tears fell to the ground. They were compressed into gems by the power of light. The gems kept falling to the ground, and the 'crackling' sound puzzled the believers praying outside.
"Father God...I really can't eat anymore." Wen Liyu lay in his arms aggrievedly, clinging to him tightly like a little animal relying on its parents.
The God of Light raised his lips to a helpless smile, and placed his hand on her thin back, stroking her beautiful butterfly bones. The originally rampant power of light was gradually tamed by him.
The pain turned into another kind of comfortable feeling that could not be described in words. Wen Liyu's skin slowly turned pink, like a beautiful and attractive pink chalcedony.
The cold image of the saint was broken, and there was a hint of unconscious charm and laziness at the corners of her eyes. Even the God of Light couldn't help but be amazed by her moving look.
It was almost noon when the cocoon disappeared. Wen Liyu knelt in the middle of the tear-shaped gem. The gem reflected the sparkle on her black robe. The magnificent light and the saint's gorgeous appearance made the believers in the audience unable to take their eyes off her.
The saint's blue eyes became clearer than in the morning, and contained infinite mercy. Everyone who saw her felt that it was God the Father who was looking at them through her.
"My child, have you seen God the Father?" the Pope could not help but ask.
"Yes." Wen Liyu hadn't recovered from the maddeningly comfortable feeling just now, and looked adorably dazed. "Father God has left."
When the believers heard the saint admit that God the Father had just come, they suddenly felt proud and at the same time respected and supported the saint even more.
They had come to the right place today, as they actually saw the Father God who had not appeared for hundreds of years!
The Pope's body was trembling with excitement. The Father's treatment of the Saint was indeed different; she was his darling, a believer blessed with mercy.
"My child, has Father God given any oracle?"
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