Chapter 137

God Kitty smiles and sends away the trembling City owners.

In front of the gods, the owners of authority who are absolutely indisputable in every city are not qualified to be swept away like mole ants. They did not see the great gods in their hearts, so they were persuaded away by the gentle and amiable gods.

God did not want to see them.

God Kitty went to the rose garden outside the temple.

One night, the red roses in full bloom were all bad. They were lying in the mud, with red petals floating everywhere. Some of them were stained with muddy water and could not see their original delicate appearance.

God stood by the garden.

Behind him was a vast expanse of green fields, with golden ears of wheat bulging heavily. Next to him was a vast blue river. On the ground were clouds like cotton. The wind blew his wide white robe, and the silver dark lines on the white robe loomed in the gloomy light.

Moriai stood behind the God in silence, white knightly, with a gold sword on his waist, standing as straight as a gun.

Neither of them spoke.

Morial is silent -

and God seems to be wandering.

He didn't seem to care about the roses or the world he created and dominated.

The whole person floats in this space, the soul cannot be touched.

"Lord Kitty."

Morrie said hello to her.

Deity Kitty restrained his thoughts, put his right hand on his left chest and saluted respectfully:

"Dear God, the City owners have left, but they..."

"Drizzle and wind, frost, rain and snow, all come from the world." God looked at the distance, the wind blowing his silver hair, "accept, is the right choice."

"But if this continues, there will be floods and avalanches, and maybe many people will lose their homes or even their lives..."

"Lord Kitty! You are out of order. "

Morrie iyan raised his voice to remind her.

God turned his head.

Deity Kitty could only see his indifferent and delicate side face, and once again lowered his head:

"yes."

Kitty knew that God would not interfere.

Sometimes, she thought God was kind and tolerant, he was so gentle and kind to believers, but sometimes, she felt that God was too cold.

He has no temperature.

Just like a cold stone statue, always speaking only by rules and order.

Human beings will have compassion for the weak and the heart of suffering, but God does not. He can watch a human die miserably in front of him, or he can calmly watch a race die in despair in front of him -

God has no extra pity to give.

It has been raining for most of the month.

Go on, I'm afraid

However, moriai and Dei GITI hold the opposite view. The whole world comes from the gift of the Father God. The will of the father is the will of the world. The world has its own rules. It is disrespectful to disturb the Father God for a small race.

What's more, father's sorrow is too much.

"Pluck the roses."

God looked at the rose garden in front of him and suddenly said.

"Yes, God." "Auspicious official Do you want to replace it with red roses? "

God was silent for a long time.

Just when Kitty thought he would not answer her, the beautiful voice of God came:

"no need."

The sound diffused into the wind.

When Lord Kitty looks up, God is gone.

The wind blew up his broad and large robe. The sky was dark, and suddenly it began to rain again.

Kitty sighed and called for the sons and daughters and the gardeners to tidy up the rose garden and replace it with new flowers -

there are various kinds of flowers in the temple, which are much more precious and rare than the red roses that can be seen everywhere. The rare flower species found by the City owners will be sent to the shrine first.

And when the magistrates Kitty led the sons and daughters to clean up the rose garden, moriai followed the God and walked in the palace.

The young girls came and went on the promenade, greeting each other lively and warmly, but no one found them. Two people walk in the rain, but like walking in another space.

The rain fell on God's white robe and silver hair like a soft mist.

Morial looked ahead, slightly distracted.

He remembered what he had seen on his trip to Mel island Miss Leonard was put in the cell next door to the one who looked all right, but a little blue and pale Do you want to talk to the father? Maybe the father doesn't want to hear

Morial has never been so tangled.

"Father."

"Yes?"

The people in front didn't look back, just lifted their feet and went to the corridor next to them.

Moliere recognized that it was the way to the cellar.He made up his mind.

"Heresy..."

"For the time being Just miss Fergus. "

Moliere hung his head:

"yes, Moliere obeys."

"Miss Fergus --"

"don't mention it."

Morrie was stunned, and all the other things he wanted to say were swallowed down his throat.

He dropped his head again:

"yes."

On the way to the wine cellar, there should be fewer people. The big leaf tree leaves layers of shadows on God's silver hair. By the door of the wine cellar, neither of them said a word.

Moliere took the first step and opened the cellar door.

The wooden door let out a dull "creak" --

I don't know why, at this moment, Morial thought of that heresy again.

She is different from everyone in the temple.

Others are like a still picture, and she is fluid and unpredictable.

She is like a fire, but sometimes it is like a soft water -

especially when she comes to this wine cellar, her affectionate blue eyes are always full of sincere feelings, as if there is a treasure she yearns for and loves very much, and she wants to dig out the treasure and offer it to her favorite people.

God crossed the threshold.

The white robe is placed, a pair of white boots are spotless.

In the package of wine fragrance, God went straight and without hesitation to the direction of eno wine. Moliere thought about it and followed it.

Most of the place where Enoch was put was empty.

Morial opened his mouth and closed it again.

The father must have known that his original Enoch, which was only a last step away, had been consumed by Miss Fergus.

The father's hand pulled out the parchment on the shelf. When he opened it, he suddenly asked:

"how is she?"

Moliere immediately responded to the father's "she" who.

"Miss Fergus was quite comfortable in MEL island. She seems to have a new friend

"Oh? New friends? "

The father's voice was low, but somehow Morial felt a little cold around him.

He straightened up:

"a mouse."

"A mouse..."

The father opened the scroll, and his voice was quiet and gentle from the beginning to the end.

His eyes fell on the parchment, and Moliere followed, and then he saw a line of chubby, lopsided, and a little funny, just behind the father's strokes -

"for the last time, I succeeded for you, Gaia.

It seems that you are not omnipotent. "

There's a smile on the back.

God did not speak, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes, which made him look a little melancholy. Moliere looked aside, and then he saw the failed pieces that he had sealed off.

"Miss Fergus failed many times before she made a real Enoch..."

Moliere did not understand why he would speak for the heresy. It must be that her blue eyes were too sincere at that time. He thought, "father, have you drunk the real eno? It's delicious

The father did not answer him.

He raised his hand and stuffed the parchment back. Then, he looked at the top row of wine cans for a long time. With a wave of his sleeve, the wine jar disappeared.

"Let's go."

God turned and said.

At the same time, people have arrived at the mouth of the wine cellar.

Moliere hastily followed, only to see a part of the lost dress.

God is gone.

Morial stood in the same place for a while. A kind old knight passed by and looked at him in surprise: "Morial, what are you doing? We are all looking for you

"Oh, oh, yes, just a moment."

Moriai recovered, locked the door of the cellar, and went with the knight.

God went back to the temple.

Chubby gray bird in his room on the table split legs squat, put a pair of "hatching eggs" posture, see him come in, eyelids also do not lift: "spot..."

Good afternoon, my God. ]

God did not answer it.

He went to the table, sat down in his usual gilded chair, put his hand on the gorgeous gold armrest, and looked out of the window motionless.

It's raining more and more outside the window.

Corridor and eaves are hit "Ding Ding Dong Dong Dong", to be honest, mottled doesn't like rain.

No bird likes rainy days.

The wet rain will wet their thick feathers and make their wings too heavy to carry their bodies.

He had a pair of black bean eyes. He first looked at the sky and then looked at the God. Just as he wanted to speak, he saw that God's finger was shaking, and there was an exquisite silver wine jar on the table.

There's a word on the can.God also took out a pair of matching silver wine glasses, which were inlaid with the most favorite emerald

[God, did you come back so early today to invite mottled to drink? Oh, I'm sorry, mottled doesn't like drinking, but if God insists, mottled is willing to accompany you to drink some -]

God looks at it, and the noise of mottled noise automatically disappears.

It covered its beak with its wings and did not dare to make a sound.

God took up the silver wine jar, poured a cup, and drank it with his neck up.

Drink half, unexpectedly choke, cough up.

After coughing, yubai's face is already a layer of faint redness, and there seems to be water light in the green eyes:

" It's bitter. "

Mottled sneaked a look, scared his head into the wings.