The God of Light above Nine Heavens felt that his lips were a little numb and itchy, so he couldn't help stroking it with his fingertips, and then he touched the lips of the boy on the water mirror, suddenly feeling very thirsty.
He didn't look away, just raised his hand slightly, and a divine envoy placed a cup of golden nectar beside the throne. He picked up the cup and sipped, but the thirst was not relieved, but worsened.
Alastor couldn't help imagining the feeling of kissing God Father, but he didn't dare to do that. He just walked to the statue with his knees in small steps, his hands hanging in the air, and after a long time he carefully hugged God Father's legs.
He was startled by the warm and soft touch, he immediately let go, took a few steps back, folded his hands on the ground, put his forehead against the back of his hands, and repented with sincerity.
How could he have the idea of blaspheming God the Father? That was terrifying.
The God of Light put down the wine glass heavily, with a frustrated expression on his face. He couldn't bear the little believers who saw themselves so humble.
He wants him to understand that he is his dearest child, his unique treasure.
He was about to inject a ray of divine power full of love into the body of the little believer to appease the fear in his heart, but he suddenly straightened up, looked around like a thief, then walked quickly to the statue and kissed the statue.
The back of his instep ran away like the wind.
The feeling of butterfly wings stroking the instep made the God of Light tremble uncontrollably.
He covered his face, not wanting his surprised and excited expression to be noticed by others, but his ears slowly turned red.
"My baby, how can you be so cute?" A doting whisper overflowed from his fingers, and it didn't take long for the bright laughter of the god of light to sound again in the hall.
Alastor flew back to the bedroom, slipped into the big bed and covered his head with the quilt as if a thick layer of rouge had been applied to his cheeks.
He hugged the pillow and rolled with a smirk. He rolled for two hours. When the moon climbed up the treetops, his silly expression suddenly became grim and contorted.
He slammed the pillow on the ground and walked into the bathroom while taking off his clothes. Plop into the hot spring.
'Damn, you actually made a small noodle man exactly like yourself as a sacrifice! Holy crap, you were staring at a statue in heat, and you almost got hard! Holy crap, you kissed the instep of the statue so vulgarly! Do you want a face?'
In his mind, the little man with the devil's tail poked at the little man in the priest's robe, cursing furiously.
Only today did he know what a terrible creature a brainless fan is, and the stupid things he does every day make him dare not think about it.
He smashed the water surface one after another, and after several minutes, he finally calmed down, stretched out his index finger, and emitted a ray of extremely strong golden light.
The invisible rays of light slowly dispersed and turned into many golden swords that spread over the hot springs. As long as they found a target, they would roar and smash them to pieces.
The powerful force of light propped up several cracks in the ceiling of the bathroom.
Alastor flicked his fingertips slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew all the terrifying power and hid it in his body.
Once the power of light is separated from the body, it will dissipate, and even the most powerful priests of light thousands of years ago could not be able to retract it freely.
Above the Nine Heavens, the God of Light who saw this scene couldn't help being surprised. As far as he knows, the entire continent includes the realm of the gods, and the only creature or god who can do this is himself.
As expected of my little believer.
He chuckled happily. Of course, he was also concerned about the child's inexplicable tantrums. After a little thought, he blamed the sinister and evil vice-bishop.
Of course, it is not the way of the God of Light to let the vice bishop disappear into the heaven and earth without any pain. He sent an oracle, ordering the entire continent to expel the blasphemer.
In this way, the only place the vice bishop can go is the dark abyss, where the monsters will entertain him.
Alastor has gained a lot today. He didn't know how much the difference between his strength and that of the protagonist was, but in Yeshua's memory, the power of light could only cause damage to monsters. In the past thousand years, no priest of light has been able to cultivate to that level.
Therefore, when the protagonist receives a golden light piercing through Joshua's shoulders, people would worship him like that.
There is no doubt that he is the most powerful priest of light in the past thousand years.
At this point, the current Alastor can easily do, so it seems that the gap between him and the protagonist is not too big, and it is enough to protect himself.
It's all thanks to the brainless fan during the day. Without his wholehearted effort to please the God of Light, there would be no such powerful Alastor.
'Well, then let's continue to make fine points, everything is worth it!' Alastor clenched his fists, cheering himself up like this every day.
After doing psychological construction, he climbed out of the pool, wiped his body, put on his bathrobe, and was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.
He went to open the door with bare feet, and found that it was the bishop.
Seeing Yeshua only wearing a thin bathrobe, water droplets flowed from her hair, making the fabric translucent, and tightly fitting to Yeshua's chest, which perfectly outlined his slender, flexible and graceful figure.
The splendid style rushed to the face in an unstoppable manner.
Before the bishop could react, he felt that his pupils had been stabbed by some invisible sharp object.
He resisted the moan that was about to spill out of his throat, turned sideways, and said quickly, "I'm here to tell you that God the Father sent down an oracle just now to expel Colin from this continent.
Child, your God Father is working for You do justice, and you remember to thank him well tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, the tingling in his eyeballs disappeared.