Fast Travel: The heartthrob villain overturned after committing evil acts

The girl was not as beautiful as a real person. Her thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, and her whole body was cold and uncontaminated. She was holy and noble, like an angel.

Vera made it all the way to the church.

It is a Gothic-style building with a statue of the God of Light standing high in the center, looking down at the world.

As a loyal believer of the God of Light, the original owner never fails to express his most sincere wishes to the God of Light every day.

But, ask her to kiss God’s jio! ?

Although there was a sincere expression of admiration on his face, Jiang Misheng's heart was broken.

"My beloved God, you have mighty power and boundless benevolence. Everything about you makes me fascinated. I wish you a good day."

After finishing his words of praise, Jiang Mi Sheng slowly bent down, holding back his laughter, and symbolically kissed the statue's jio.

Help.

This task is really not something that humans can do.

Fortunately, it is just a statue of a god and has no flavor.

(=^▽^=)

Jiang Mi's voice just passed by lightly.

I can't bear it anymore!

No, I'm professionally trained.

But when he thought about his plot, which was to perform in front of the hero's statue, Jiang Misheng suddenly felt that it was okay.

Anyway, it is impossible for the male protagonist to appear before the female protagonist appears.

The high-altitude statue of the God of Light seemed to light up.

In the palace of Guangming Palace, the God of Guangming suddenly felt as if something had gently touched his penis.

To be honest, there are too many people praying to him every day, and he cannot capture everyone's wishes, but he can clearly see and hear them.

He himself was a believer worshiping himself, and he usually didn't pay attention to it. Even the statue of the god was just a ray of his divine power.

However, his saint feels a little different today.

The God of Light could clearly see a slender figure kneeling on the ground in the huge temple, and heard countless beautiful praises and worship from her mouth.

He was so bored that he took a few more glances.

Each generation of the saint needs to be decided by his final nod, but in fact the God of Light does not care about this very much.

As for why a saint?

Looking at the girl in front of him, the God of Light vaguely remembered the girl who was sacrificed tens of thousands of years ago.

From then on, the saints around the God of Light were selected from the Castleman family.

He watched the girl slowly stand up, her swaying skirt looking like pear blossoms blooming in spring.

The few words of praise slowly came out of his lips, and the God of Light looked away boredly, and it was the same kind of praise again.

Humans are just as boring as ever.

"My God, may you be well!"

The soft voice echoed in his ears, and the God of Light gently raised his eyelids, and his pale golden eyes took another look involuntarily.

The girl's platinum-blond hair hangs down around her waist, her skin is as white as snow, and her exquisite facial features are beautiful and gorgeous. The morning sun that falls on the side of her face smudges her overly beautiful profile.

Even the angels are inferior.

The God of Light's eyes dimmed, boring humans just have a good skin.

After going through a set of procedures, Jiang Mi Sheng was already numb to herself. Fortunately, no one knew her greasy words.

If the believers knew what the usually elegant and holy saint said to the God of Light from the bottom of her heart, Jiang Misheng felt that he would have died in advance.

Seven o'clock is the time for believers to go to the church to pray together.

Jiang Misheng went back to eat first and was starving to death.

Even if you are a saint, you have to eat.

The maid was a little surprised, because the saint had strict requirements on herself. She would only eat after praying and distributing holy water to believers.

Although I was surprised, I still served breakfast.

Jiang Mi Sheng secretly complained that the original owner didn't eat breakfast every day, no wonder he had stomach problems.

No wonder every generation of saints does not live long.

I asked you to be a saint, but I didn’t ask you not to eat!

Can’t a fat person be a saint?

[Randomly dropped small benefits]

[Ask the host to take a photo with the statue and you will be able to use magic]

Jiang Mi Sheng was eating.

What is magic?

[White magic is scarce in this plane, so humans cannot use magic and can only seek the blessing of the God of Light. 】

I get it.

It’s not bad to have a skill.

The big clock in the attic struck seven o'clock sharply.

Believers filed into the church and sat neatly in the church.

After a beautiful meal, Jiang Misheng went to lead everyone in prayer.

In such a big scene, being watched by countless people is a bit exciting just thinking about it.

Jiang Misheng walked in hesitantly, and for a moment, the eyes of the believers were fixed on her, with admiration, amazement, and respect.

She swallowed silently.

The early morning sun falls at the door of the church. Under this holy light, a steady stream of faith flows.

All flow into the statue of light.

Xiaobai looked envious, but he didn't tell Jiang Mi.

Belief is such a futile thing, but it has great power.

Two hours of prayer passed successfully.

The statue of the God of Light is high up in the sky, looking down at all living beings.

Everyone puts their unsatisfactory life on God.

Jiang Misheng feels that it is better to rely on God than to rely on one's own efforts.

But this plane god does exist.

She cannot measure it by her own ideas.

But now she just wanted to pray that it would end soon, her legs were so sore.

For some reason, she felt someone was looking at her again.

There were so many people here, she couldn't find them.

"Xiaobai signs in."

【oh oh. 】

Xiaobai took a photo for her, [check-in successful]

[Host, you can now use Holy Magic Level [-]]

By the way, Xiaobai popularized the magic of this world.

Because of the existence of the God of Darkness, some parts of this continent will be harassed by monsters, but most humans do not know magic, so they can only pray to the God of Light.

There are very few people who know magic. They have to be talented, but even if they are talented, their achievements are very low.

The Paladins of the Holy See are a team of magicians who mainly protect the safety of the people around the Holy See.

But due to the scarcity of magic, the number of Paladins continues to decrease every year.

The original owner had a little bit of magic, otherwise he wouldn't have stood out among the family candidates.

It's just that the magic is terrible.

Jiang Mi sounded vaguely understanding.

In general, as a saint, in addition to licking the God of Light every day, I also help the God of Light to deal with the harassing monsters.

But the God of Light will give her strength.

That’ll be fine.

Jiang Mi slowly gave the believers new holy water.

She gave holy water to farmers, homeless people, beggars...

Give everyone a gentle smile.

She passed by a ragged mother and son and put holy water into their bottles. The woman thanked her repeatedly, but the little boy timidly nestled in his mother's arms, looked up at her and then shrank back.

The woman smiled at her in embarrassment, fearing that the girl in front of her would also show disgust.

"Your child is so cute, God will bless him."

Jiang Mi smiled and touched the child's hair.

The woman seemed a little stunned because she really didn't expect that a girl known as a saint would touch the dirty head of a child.