Quickly wear the heartthrob: the host was counterattacked again

Still a child.

Her unhappiness was written all over her face, and she would always tell Him all her emotions obediently, asking Him to coax her, to pamper her, and even to love her.

How could Leah be so naughty?

Following the girl's coquettish gesture, he stretched out his fingers and stroked her fair cheek.

really,

Softer than the clouds and more lovable than the most delicate flower.

"Leah just came back from the underworld yesterday, and she spent all her energy preparing a gift for me personally. She must be very tired. How can it be wrong to take a rest, dear child?"

The gentle words "good boy" immediately stirred up layers of emotions in the little angel, and she couldn't help but move closer and hug the person in front of her tightly.

"Lord, Leah is so tired."

I had a lot of weird dreams the whole night and couldn’t tell whether they were real or fake. I was really tired.

Hearing that Leah was just talking, and her tone did not indicate any intention to continue, Jehovah did not ask any more questions, but just slightly adjusted his body to let Leah stretch out.

"Since you are tired, then continue to rest. Today's prayer is to restore your energy through deep meditation, okay?"

If the angels outside knew this look and these words, they would surely lament the partiality and injustice of the impartial and selfless God.

As a father and a teacher, He even has to accommodate students in the content of daily study and discuss with them in a gentle voice, as if if the students are unwilling, He can always lower his principles and give them a solution that is more to their liking.

How can you be strict with teaching like this? How can you be a powerful angel?

Doing so will only spoil the students.

But as the God of Creation, He Himself is synonymous with all that is powerful.

If you don't have it yourself, you will place your hopes on the next generation, even if they are as strong as angels.

But He does not need to be bound by this.

He has powerful strength. As long as his Leah wants it, he can give it to her with just a wave of his hand, even if she doesn't practice hard.

As for spoiling?

His Leah is the epitome of all the good things in the world. Nothing else is half as good as her. How could such a good child be spoiled by Him?

He only wished that Leah would rely on him a little more, make more unreasonable demands on him, and make him feel that he was needed and indispensable by Leah.

what?

What kind of person does He want to be indispensable to Leah?

teacher?

Relatives?

At this moment, God was also confused.

However, it doesn’t matter if you can’t figure it out, as long as you can keep Leah.

He will find the answer sooner or later...

The sky is always bright, and the scorching sun shines on the holy land beneath our feet, and also on the world beneath the holy land.

In the lower world, almost a year has passed. Under the leadership of the two human leaders, the continent has merged into an empire and worked together for development. In less than a year, the level of development in all aspects has returned to the level before the eternal night disaster came.

What followed was the creation of statues of all sizes all over the country. Even the most skillful sculptor could not sculpt one ten-thousandth of the charm and beauty of an angel. But even so, the pure and holy appearance of an angel still makes people feel the cleansing of body, mind and even soul.

More and more believers gathered here and began to build churches and palaces independently based on a corner of the statue, replacing it with the imprints of the gods of faith such as the sun, moon and stars.

An endless supply of power of faith poured into the world above, like mushrooms after rain, and poured into the bodies of their masters.

The power of faith is invisible and colorless. Ordinary creatures, including ordinary angels, find it difficult to capture this magical phenomenon with their naked eyes. Only the god who was beside the girl and was tightly leaned against by her saw this scene.

Stretching out his slender white fingers, feeling the loyal faith contained in the pure white light, the god could not help but close his eyes, feeling what had happened in the lower world in just one day in the temple.

Every blade of grass and every tree are God's eyes and ears, and soon, Jehovah knew all the causes and beginnings of the matter.

"It really is……"

Proud but unhappy.

He is proud that his child can reach heights that no angels can reach by his own strength, and he is unhappy that his precious child is being watched by everyone.

All beings are equal before God.

But now, He just thinks those people are unworthy.

He was not worthy of seeing Leah every day, praying before her statue, and looking directly into her face without any concealment.

Even so, those inferior statues were not even one-tenth as good as Leah herself.

However, knowing that Leia wanted to be like the God of War and increase her strength through her own practice, Jehovah was just depressed and would not do anything to hinder Leia.

The improvement of the power of faith is extremely important for any angel.

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"Woo..."

The action of rubbing the eyes only lasted for a moment, and the tender little hand was gently held.

"Good boy, this is bad for your eyes. Let's not rub them, okay?"

Seeing the girl pursed her lips and look a little uncomfortable, the God Lord had no choice but to lower his head lovingly and blew into the girl's eyes which widened slightly because he came close to her.

A cool breeze.

The girl squinted her eyes in comfort, like a lazy and pretty kitten.

Very nice.

Where the girl couldn't see, the tip of the man's tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth.

Bad for the eyes?

It's just an excuse made by the lower world. For powerful angels, even if they are just young angels, their vitality is extremely strong. How could they hurt their eyes because of such a small thing?

It was just that seeing the girl's eyes turn red after rubbing, his heart felt unusually soft, and he even felt strangely excited, so he raised his hand to stop the girl's next action.

After waking up, she stayed in the man's arms and dozed off for a while, and Mianmian finally regained her energy.

But what really awakened her was the man's increasingly unbridled big hands.

Sometimes he picked up a few strands of golden hair and played with them, weaving them into various beautiful braids; sometimes he kept stroking her forehead, cheeks, and even lips.

Although the Lord God's embrace was gentle and soothing, and largely dispelled the nightmare of the previous night, while she slept comfortably, Mianmian was also disturbed by his restless hands, which made her brows slightly frown. Finally, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and her bright and watery eyes slowly opened. She was still a little sleepy, but more awake, and looked at the man in front of her who was hugging her tightly with an accusing look.

The man had no awareness of being the "culprit" at all, his bright peach blossom eyes raised up in a smile.

"Did Leah sleep well?"

Bad man, asking questions even though he knows the answer.

Mianmian held the man's hand that had been causing trouble just now, and her white and tender hands kept squeezing it, pouting and complaining in a delicate voice,

"Liya was sleeping soundly, but in her dream there was always a bad guy who kept hugging her and couldn't be pushed away. He also kept touching her hands and face. Lord, is this guy a bad guy?"

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Yu Yu: Zun Du likes to write some sweet daily life stories