When Andre said that only you can pick off the moon, I didn't believe it.
The tip of the pen spread a dry brown color on the paper. Yan Li paused for a moment before continuing to write.
But my Lord Bishop, I will always be on the front line for you.
The letter paper was folded into a strange paper crane by the writer. With a slight lift, it spread its wings and seemed to fly in a certain direction.
But under the moonlight another person intercepted it, and lines of flame spread across the unrolled paper.
The embers dissipated in an instant.
Uriel looked at this false believer who clearly refused to believe with his light eyes, his silver uniform rustling in the wind.
"I cannot take off the moon," He said.
At that time, the sky was filled with fire and a strange matrix was created. The sky was drooping, and a bright moon was falling apart in front of them...
The eyes of the Escaped God were tender and compassionate.
He failed to see that this false believer who had always pretended to be obedient suddenly became violent and his face became ferocious.
A slightly crazy pseudo-believer of pleasure x a gentle pseudo-god who looks fierce.
Intention: To move forward and towards the light, even if you never look back
