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Isri's hand was stuck in the air, and then he quickly retracted his hand, bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, young master."

Cehir followed Isri's movements and raised his jaw, but he didn't see any movement from Isri for a long time. In the end, Cehir couldn't help frowning at Isri first.

Isri was lowering his head and fiddling with the robe, and for a moment he couldn't even find the position of his head. Cehir turned his head to look at Isri who was sweating on his forehead, and a hint of provocative mood rose in his heart.

"Why didn't you let that person come? Are they not much faster than you?"

The movement of Isri's hand stopped, and just found the position of the head at this time, Isri turned around and got closer to Cehir, raised his hand to put the robe on his head, and his tone was cold with a hint of desire.

"The young master is mine. When I think of anyone other than me meeting the young master, I feel disgusted."

"That's the priest." Cecil met Isri's cold gaze.

Isri still moved unhurriedly. After putting on the robe, he carried Cehir off the baptismal platform.

"Master, you know that I don't believe in anyone except you."

Seeing Isri's pious salute, Cehir felt a strange feeling in his heart. The black hair was like a claw from hell, deeply hooking Cehir's heart, wanting him to be addicted to it. in.

For a moment, Cehir's heart was ruthless, his eyes were tall and slender, and his voice was calm and loud: "Do you believe in me?"

"Yes, I only believe in you."

The corners of Cecil's lips raised: "I want you to die!"

Isri's body froze obviously, and the fingertips resting on his shoulders visibly trembled slightly.

Cecil was frightened by Isri's sudden action, but just as he was about to speak, Isri suddenly raised his head, and his voice stuck in his throat.

Those pale amber eyes looked straight at Cecil, with nervousness, fear, and hesitation pouring out, like a kitten abandoned by its owner.

"Really?" Isri's voice weakened, and he did not dare to look at Cehir.

Cecil seemed to be pushed violently to the commanding heights, as if he had done everything wrong, and stood there a little at a loss.

"I'm joking." Cecil turned his head away, not looking at Isri: "Don't take it seriously."

Looking at Cecil's back, Isri bent his body lower, and a ghostly smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The emotions in his eyes just now were swept away, leaving only the extremely excited possessive desire .

"I understand."

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The priests and nuns outside have been waiting for a long time, and the crowd has started to line up to enter the church.

As soon as the priest saw Cecil coming out, he hurried forward with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Come here quickly, the crowd will be waiting in a hurry."

Cecil nodded slightly, with a bewildering smile on the corner of his lips: "I'm sorry, some things were delayed just now, I hope the priest doesn't mind."

"Where, as long as the Holy Son has come." The priest was a little embarrassed by Cecil's respectful behavior, and the side of his face turned slightly red.

Cecil smiled, lifted the robe beside him and walked up the steps, standing under the statue of the goddess.

The crowd also sat on the pews of the church one after another, and Isri chose an excellent position, where Cehir's whole body could be seen clearly.

The people below looked at Cehir. This was the position they thought about one by one, but in the end they could only think about it. The position of the Holy Son can only be filled by those with the purest and purest body.

The snow-white robe lining Cecil is even more white, and the bright golden hair is refracted by the glass window on the top of the head, like a golden feather. The pure and deep blue eyes, unfortunately, are not the same as the statue of the goddess. The gemstone at the upper neck is the same color.

This seems to be a child hand-picked by the Goddess herself, giving him the highest honor.

Some of the people below have only heard the rumors about the Holy Son, but they have never seen it. The first time they saw it today, they all raised their hands and prayed devoutly, as if they were captured in an instant.

Isri stood in the corner, the light shining on Cehir was really bright, Isri was fascinated by it, and his praying posture was a little stiff.

The awkward and funny saluting posture, the reverence and desire in his eyes entwined Isri's whole body like a raging fire.

Silence saluted without making any sound. He was swearing his own sovereignty. His final actions were more standard than anyone present. This was his admiration for the god he believed in.

His dear and great Sehir was his god, his supreme, irreplaceable god.

"Master, I will always believe in you and live forever."

Isri lowered his head, his voice was so low that only he could hear it.

Cecil stood on the high platform and looked around at the people present. The adoration and admiration in the eyes of these people seemed that he could really bring them wealth and happiness.

It is human nature to have something in your heart, but if you take it seriously, it would be pedantic and ignorant.

Even the real gods cannot save them.

In the middle of the prayer, Cehir felt that his feet were going numb.

Esri counted the time well, and when the church crowd dispersed, he immediately stepped forward and hugged Cehir, not even talking to the priest standing by.

"If the young master is tired, don't come next time." Isri put the man on the baptismal platform just now, and then unbuttoned the robe.

Cecil closed his eyes tiredly, and tilted his head: "Do you want to be hunted down everywhere?"

"Sorry, master, I didn't think fully." Isri apologized. In fact, he knew very well what would happen if he didn't come, but if Cecil didn't want to come, he could take Cecil and disappear without a trace. no trace.

The robe that he took off was ruthlessly thrown aside by Isli, his eyes were full of disgust and disdain, this robe was stained with too many dirty things, those stupid things, even looking at the young master would be shameful.

Cecil squinted his eyes in a daze. Getting up early in the morning was too much torture for him. In addition, he had been standing for a whole morning, and now he could almost fall asleep standing up.

Seeing Cehir's wobbly look, Isri felt as if he was being scratched by a cat, subconsciously took two steps forward, and stood in front of Cehir.

Sure enough, Cecil, who had found the fulcrum, lay down straight in Isri's embrace, the sound of delicate and steady breathing sprayed on his chest, and the soft golden hair was rubbed into a mess.

Isri's throat rolled, and his voice sounded a little hoarse: "Sorry, master, please forgive me for being unreasonable."

Saying that, Isri took off his gloves, and gently wrapped his index finger between Cecil's hair.

"Young master, you are too tempting, I can't bear it anymore."