The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

When resting at night, Angelus held the little devil in his arms, and the huge white wings enveloped the two of them, like a cocoon, tightly covering them, blocking out the chill of the night.

They stopped and went, and it took several days to reach the holy city.

Because the people in the temple were already thinking about the angels, Angelus made a more powerful magic potion.

They changed into simple and plain clothes, and their appearance changed a lot, even the hair and eye color changed significantly.

Outsiders may think that this is a father and daughter.

The holy city is constantly pouring in people who come to worship, with piety on their faces, and the Pope of the temple is their belief.

Even some people have reached the point of blindness.

They rushed towards the Temple Square in a hurry, with anxiety and joy on their faces, for fear that they would not see His Excellency the Pope if they were a step too late.

Among them was an adult with a child, holding the child with one hand and running inside, completely ignoring whether the child was able to follow behind. Even the child was accidentally thrown behind. Compared with other adults, the child is very short and cannot be seen in the crowd.

Some people jostled and knocked the child to the ground. He kept being bumped and could only hug himself helplessly to relieve the pain, but more people stepped on him.

At first, Angelus led the little devil on the street. Later, he noticed that there were more and more people, and worried that the little devil would be hurt, so he picked her up with one hand.

Luo Ci was carried to the height of his eyes, with her little hands resting on his shoulders, watching the people coming and going.

Immediately, I felt that my vision was much wider than before, and the scenery I saw was also very different...

She lay slightly on Shard's body, her head was looking back, her gaze was fixed, and she couldn't help tugging at his clothes, and said in a clear and anxious voice, "A child fell down!"

A stampede can kill people.

Children's bodies are more fragile than adults.

Angelus paused, "Which direction?"

He followed the direction pointed by the little devil, walked against the flow of people, surrounded by a transparent film of light, isolating the touch of others, and came to the child. His immature face was full of tears, and his eyes were filled with horror. At a loss.

Angelus stood in front of the child, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulders, and helped him up, his voice could not hear the ups and downs, "Where are your relatives?"

The child sobbed, crying and replied, "He is, in front."

"Follow us." He said flatly.

The child was still in great fear at first, but when he saw Angelus going against the flow of people, pushing aside the crowd, and standing in front of him to help him up, the fear in his heart gradually subsided, and an inexplicable thought arose.

He felt that this big brother was better than the Pope.

He originally stretched out his hand to grab Angelus, trying to gain a little sense of security, but he was a little scared, so he could only try his best to take steps to avoid falling down again.

After not walking for a long time, I saw a middle-aged man hurrying back. He was obviously a little happy after seeing the child next to Angelus.

Angelus guessed that the middle-aged man was a relative of the child. Seeing him holding the child again, he glanced at him coldly, "Is it so important to see the Pope?"

The middle-aged man was originally thankful, but looked at him with an unfriendly expression after hearing this, and said with piety, "His Holiness drove away demons and blood races for us, guaranteed our safety, and received the care of angels, It is an honor for us to come to the Holy City to witness the adults with our own eyes!"

Soon his words became fierce, "Of course the Pope is very important. This time, for the sake of saving my son, I don't care about you!"

The little devil turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man quietly, "The pope is more important than your child? In order to see the pope, can he be trampled by the crowd regardless of his safety?"

She didn't want to get involved too much at first, but she just watched the middle-aged man express his admiration and love for the Pope eloquently, completely ignoring her own child, and it was a bit embarrassing.

The middle-aged man was at a loss for words for a while, and he couldn't refute. He looked down at his son.

He almost blurted out as usual: Of course the Pope is more important. But if it stopped, the safety of the son must be more important.

After being awakened, his somewhat blindly worshiping thoughts cooled down, and he suddenly felt a little guilty when he saw the person who had saved his son leave with the little girl in his arms.

He bent down, wanting to hug his son so that he would not be left behind again, during which someone bumped into him, but this time he knew to protect the child.

The middle-aged man was a little sorry, "I didn't protect you well."

...

After some difficulty, Angelus brought the little devil to Temple Square. They stood in a corner and watched quietly.

The square was overcrowded and noisy, but when they saw the Pope wearing a golden robe, they seemed to have been pressed the pause button. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the Pope intently, with fiery eyes in their eyes. with worship.

The pope looked to be in his thirties, and his appearance was not amazing, but he was elegant and easy-going, giving people a sense of intimacy like a spring breeze. His pale golden eyes seemed to be able to tolerate everything. He walked to the middle of the square platform, looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, and slowly said some polite words.

But it was these polite words that made the people present almost boil.

The little devil frowned, leaned on Angelus, and whispered in his ear, "Have you seen him before?"

He shook his head.

"I think he's a bit hypocritical." Just talking empty words and doing nothing, won the love of a group of people. What the middle-aged man said before drove away the blood race and the demon, but there has never been such a thing recorded in the history of the two races.

Moreover, the relationship between the two clans is very good due to their long-term marriage, and they are both dark-type creatures. The interests of the two do not conflict. The combined strength of the two clans is stronger than that of the temple. How could they be driven away so easily.

The northern part of the mainland is not suitable for demons and blood races to survive.

Where did the rumors come from?

Luo Ci also felt that golden light spots were slowly overflowing from all the people present, flying towards the Pope in the center of the platform. I don't know if it was her illusion, but she seemed to see the corners of the Pope's mouth getting bigger and bigger, faintly A sense of arrogance.

Moreover, the pope seemed to be a few years younger suddenly, but few people noticed that they had completely lost the spirit of exploring the changes of the pope, and they listened to whatever he said.

After finishing his speech, the Pope went to the topic, "Today I will bless everyone and give everyone the opportunity to bathe in the Holy Light. Among them, those who are selected can stay in the church as the sons and daughters of the Holy Spirit."

Almost everyone was pleasantly surprised, wishing that they would be the chosen one.