Chapter 373: The Fall of God (49)
Chapter 373 The Fall of God (49)
Engels gave a wry smile, but he also hoped that the lord could look at him more.
As for getting married... These days, he has already figured it out.
The lord has no intention of him, he should have let go.
As for what he is still looking forward to...
Probably, is the last scene that quenches all hope.
Temple.
The moment the fragrance of roses completely left, God felt it.
Bia, who was discussing the scriptures with Bishop Sauron, raised her ice blue eyes.
The sound stopped abruptly.
Bishop Sauron: "What's the matter? Lord Angel."
Bia: "Sorry, Bishop, excuse me."
Bishop Sauron nodded, even though he was puzzled.
The silver-haired boy quickly disappeared from the temple and left as if smeared with oil on the soles of his feet.
The bishop did not return to his senses for a long time.
What is the urgency to make the envoy so anxious?
Canteen, no.
Garden, no.
Female dormitory, no.
Xingyue Lake, no.
Red house, no.
…The familiar rose scent is nowhere to be found.
The temple was completely shrouded by the power of light, and there was no dark aura of foreign intrusion.
Bia returned to the red house and went into the bedroom.
He sat on the rattan chair, and after a while, lay down on the bed again.
The boy held the quilt with his fingertips and covered him.
A word hovered in his mind - she left.
left him without saying goodbye.
For God, this is a good thing, getting rid of the entanglement of the dark family.
But…
My heart was so panicked, it was empty, as if a piece of my heart had been dug out with blood.
He closed his eyes, and the face of a vampire girl appeared in front of him.
Her eyebrows, her breath, her gnawing, the numb tremors she brought...
God blinked in confusion.
Where did she go?
An answer came to mind—she returned to the vampire.
left.
Bia didn't know if this was leaving forever.
But when she disappeared from the field of vision, she could only rely on the residual rose fragrance on the quilt to get a little comfort...
God, like falling into darkness.
Weak helplessness, like a spark, slowly spread in the depths of the soul.
The prairie fire has become a matter of time.
The boy's red lips were slightly pale, and his eyelids drooped.
The silver hair also seemed to have lost its luster, dull and covered with a layer of shady gray.
Canteen.
"Sir, your plate."
"grown ups?"
"God?"
Andy, who was at the dining window, asked three questions in a row, but he still hadn't awakened the wandering angel.
It’s really… weird!
Lord God Envoy would never be so distracted.
At this time, Andy noticed that compared to before, the Lord God Envoy lacked the company of his lover, oh, the beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes who could be recognized at a glance in the crowd.
Maybe he had a conflict with his lover?
It is no wonder that the envoys of the gods are not in the right mind today, as if they have lost their souls.
Finally, after the fourth and fifth sound, Biya slowly took the plate from Andy's hand.
Shen Mumu walked back to the window seat where he and Yun Chu often sat.
When eating, I subconsciously raised my eyes and looked at the opposite side.
Empty.
She left.
The mark of leaving and being thrown off hit God once again.
After being stunned, the silver-haired boy stood up and left the cafeteria.
The meal that had just arrived, he didn't move a single bite, and left it on the plate intact.
Going to the blood clan to find Yunchu, Biya didn't think about it.
But…
Why are you looking for her?
God was confused.
just desperate to see her, he thought, must be because he was used to watching her.
Later, the **** curled himself up on the bed, covering his whole body with a thin blanket.
The scent of roses is almost gone.
In the darkness, the gods who are high above also appear isolated and helpless.
(end of this chapter)