When Father Baiin Wilder held the little devil and cried about the difficult mission sent by the church, Akadrin was the one who was most confused.
In front of these similar people who started out at five hundred years old, if you can't beat them, you can't beat them.
"Father, why don't you take some sleep? Aren't you the best at escaping reality?"
"How can I sleep?"
——Point to the wall.
——Refers to bricks.
——Referring to oneself.
"I can sing all Willenstadt's lullabies. Which one do you want to listen to today?" The little devil blinked with golden eyes and was full of energy. Only the country priest who was squeezed by his work shed tears first.
The little devil chuckled.
Be honest.
Bai Yingweierde's sincerity and dishonesty have nothing to do with me, Quinster.
The devil took a sip of holy water and lay down on the church roof to take a nap.
"Father, which one will you fight today?"
"Who is your father? It's up to you."
"Didn't you just wake up?"
"When I was your age, I was self-taught."
"Want to hear it!"
Then the little devil was kicked into a pile of shivering devils.
"Hello everyone, good evening." The little devil bowed somewhat cautiously, "I'm sorry, father and I are back again."
Study hard and make progress every day. Little devil x Rencai, a kind-hearted country priest/Nervous and violent devil.
Purpose: Love is the most precious hope in the world