Chapter 2399 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 03

Shrouded in golden light.

Jinchen's shadow hugged Samuel and clearly felt the slight rejection and discomfort of the young man in his arms towards the majestic power of light.

This discovery made Jinchen feel proud. As expected, his Samuel was more compatible with him in soul.

He suppressed this joy, maintaining the proper posture of the "God of Light", and a deep and divine voice sounded in Samuel's ears.

"Samuel, my believer."

There was actually some affection.

Familiar breath, familiar embrace.

Samuel's heart was instantly overwhelmed with ecstasy and enveloped in warm and sacred golden light.

He tried to open his eyes wide, and Jinchen's face seemed a little clearer than last night.

It was a beauty that transcended ordinary cognition, and even the most powerful elf pen in the world could not describe even one ten-thousandth of it.

Samuel was so excited that he was almost incoherent, his voice was slightly choked and full of dependence.

"Father God, you came to see me again... I am so happy..."

The throbbing deep in his soul was so fierce that it almost tore Samuel apart, a thousand times stronger than when he faced the cold statue.

A sincere prayer came out: "I believe in you and love you..."

[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +10, and the total is 10! 】

Jinchen's heart seemed to be hit hard by these words.

He resisted the urge to rub the person into his bones and blood, but he did not forget what he had to do next.

It would be of no benefit for Samuel to go back to the prayer hall where the statue of the God of Light was, so he might as well go back and rest.

Jinchen raised his hand again, and with soothing power, he gently touched Samuel's hot eyebrows with his fingertips.

The golden light receded quickly like the tide and disappeared without a trace.

The original light was restored in the hall.

Samuel stood there, his cheeks stained with a charming blush, his thick silver eyelashes were still wet, and his eyes were sparkling with water.

"Child!" Bishop Cyril stepped forward quickly, his voice still filled with excitement, "Just now...was it the grace of God the Father that just came?"

Samuel lowered his head slightly, as if a little embarrassed to face the bishop's burning gaze, and nodded gently.

He savored the warmth and scent of that imaginary embrace, which felt a bit soft after being overly pampered.

"Father God said, let me... go and rest."

No... no, how could it be possible. Branwen screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, for fear that the God of Light would hear it.

The power of light in him is purer and stronger than that of Samuel, so why did God the Father come down... and only favor Samuel?

-

room.

Samuel did not rest immediately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his back straight, his hands clasped devoutly, resting in front of his straight nose.

His eyelashes drooped and his thin lips moved silently, and he was obviously immersed in prayer again.

Her blonde hair fell softly over her shoulders, looking particularly focused in the shadows.

Every time I silently recite a prayer, it is like offering all my piety to the supreme being.

Just when Samuel's mind was about to sink completely, the soul-trembling breath came again without warning.

Then, a slightly cool force gently pressed on his lips as he recited silently.

Samuel's body froze and he raised his eyes tremblingly.

It is God the Father.

Jinchen lowered his eyes and looked at the soft and plump lips under his fingertips, feeling the gap that was slightly opened due to surprise.

What a fanatical belief, Jinchen thought with dissatisfaction.

His believers, his Samuel, every bit of faith should belong to him.

I don't want Zephyros to get it for nothing.

"Well……"

Samuel's soul was trembling, and a very light sob escaped from his throat. He was so shocked by the sudden "divine touch" that he didn't know what to do.

Those clear silver eyes were covered with wet mist.

He didn't dare to move at all. He could only look up and stare at the god in front of him with complete trust.

Jinchen's heart tightened when he saw his fragile appearance, and he couldn't help but relax the strength of his fingertips a little, from pressing to lingering caressing.

The touch of her lips was softer than the finest elven silk, with warm body temperature, ironing his slightly cool fingertips.

Samuel had a pair of extremely beautiful hands, with well-proportioned joints and slender fingers, but at this moment he could only clasp them helplessly on his knees, with his fingertips slightly curled up, unable to make a move to refuse.

He passively accepted this gift, filled with undisguised admiration and dependence.

Jinchen felt extremely soft when he looked at her, and in the end she couldn't bear to let any grievance appear in those eyes.

Her fingertips moved away from the soft lips and gently covered Samuel's overly clear eyes.

Samuel's vision suddenly fell into a gentle darkness.

"Samuel, my believer." Jin Chen's low voice slowly flowed in his ears, "No need to pray anymore, you can rest."

As he finished speaking, an invisible force gently supported Samuel's body, as if he was wrapped in the warmest spring water, and slowly laid him backwards.

The mattress received him softly.

That power was like the closest warm current, seeping into his limbs and bones, dispelling the hidden pain caused by excessive light magic during the day.

In this peace bestowed by God himself, Samuel's thick eyelashes trembled slightly under Jinchen's palm, and finally returned to calm.

His breathing became long and even, and his tightly pursed lips relaxed, revealing an unguarded tranquility.

Jinchen leaned down and placed a very light kiss on the center of the eyebrows.

"Have a sweet dream." The whisper dissipated into the silent air.

-

The night was as thick as ink, and the moonlight was obscured by heavy clouds, with only a few faint rays of light leaking through.

Samuel, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

The pair of eyes that opened in the darkness were no longer pure and flawless white.

But it is bottomless, like the dark red of the thickest blood.

At the same time, his thick, curly golden hair that fell on the pillow like seaweed began to spread out from the roots into a pure black color at an odd speed, swallowing up all the golden color in an instant.

The holy and peaceful aura surrounding Samuel was gone, replaced by a frightening evil and perverseness.

It was as if the disguise of gentleness had finally been torn off.

He sat up silently and ran his cold fingers through his long black hair.

"...Father God." Samuel called out softly.

The excitement brought by the grand blessing during the day had not yet completely dissipated, and now that he felt the call of the raven, he was about to do something bad.

Samuel raised his hand and pressed his left chest.

His heart was beating heavily in his chest, again and again, with a dull pain and a sadness that almost tore him apart.

The god he believed in, the god who promised him... could not stop the inevitable fall in the depths of his soul.

Samuel was like a phantom blending into the night. He put on his clothes silently and walked to the window. The cold night wind instantly poured in.

The long black hair drew a smooth arc behind her, like the most agile night owl, turning over and hiding in the deep darkness outside the window, disappearing.