"Are you alright?"

Arashi, dressed and sitting on the edge of the pool, asked as he looked at the image of the girl on the water.

The girl blinked, as if puzzled by his question.

"I've checked a lot of information....."

The man paused, his expression slightly sad.

"I believe you are a god..... It's just me, I didn't mean to bother you. ”

"If you can only be believed by me alone, then you will definitely be weak, and every time you meet, it will consume your energy."

He never seemed to have said so many words, and there was even a bit of frustration and grievance in his gray-blue eyes.

"I don't know how to help you."

In the eyes of the Holy Son, Gu Yao was a very weak god.

This realization made Gu Yao himself a little crying and laughing.

However, she could clearly perceive Lan's emotions, know his uneasiness, know that the anxiety in his heart is so strong.

He was scared, afraid that she would disappear.

"It's okay..... I really, all I need is your faith alone. ”

Gu Yao chuckled and said comfortingly.

Moreover, Dad is very strong, especially the top kind.

It's a pity that this smile, in the eyes of the Holy Son, became a lonely and helpless smile.

He was becoming more and more overwhelmed, but the long-term calmness and peace had weakened his personal emotions.

You can only choose silence.

"Let's talk about something else, baby!"

The girl spoke, her tone light and bright.

But the man was called by this title, and his face turned red, and he didn't answer for a while.

Gu Yao sighed and said to 007:

"Your brother is just a piece of wood, but if you give him a share of your greasy, it won't be so difficult to talk about this day."

Dad said that everything was right, life is not easy, 007 sighed online.

"You see, you never prayed to me for anything?"

"Think about it, I can do it for you!"

Gu Yao struggled to find a new topic.

As the patron saint of his own son, he has never received his wishes and needs, and this father deserves no sense of accomplishment.

"I didn't think for a moment that the prayers of the gods were so precious that they shouldn't be wasted lightly."

Arashi said softly.

He didn't want the godgirl to expend any more energy to fulfill his prayers.

For him, this kind of companionship is already a luxury.

The day is dead again.

Gu Yao's expression was gloomy, and Lan also realized that he obviously wanted to see her, but after the real meeting, the worries in his heart seemed to be unspeakable.

After all, this girl is not human.

It's a god.

He should not cross the line, but should be a firm believer.

Let this girl god exist for a longer time.

The brief silence was broken by the sound of a click.

The man was slightly stunned and looked up at the pool.

In the image on the water, his god girl is .....

Slurping on some familiar plant seed again.

"If you don't pray to me, my existence will be meaningless....."

The girl turned her face sideways and looked nonchalantly at the moon in the sky.

The Son's mind at this moment is not at all about praying.

He looked at the scene behind the girl because she turned around, and he only felt extremely familiar.

The elegant white spire of the building, in the moonlight, reveals a quiet gentleness.

He couldn't help but stand up, and without bothering to answer the girl's words, he walked out of the dressing room.

On the window of the dormitory room, there is a row of flower pots.

The man reached out and flicked through the dirt to find the same plant seeds.

The boy named Haruka, when they first met, they gave him a 'meeting gift'

Could there be such a coincidence?

Once doubts arise.

When he thought of the scene behind the girl, the surprise in his heart seemed to be a little less.

"Holy Son, where are you going so late?"

The priest looked at the Holy Son who was hurriedly walking out, and hurriedly stepped forward with the lamp and asked.

The fright I received when I went to the library in the middle of the night before has not healed for several days, and when I saw this familiar posture of going out, I suddenly felt a little panicked in my heart.

The man paused and asked him, "Who is the paladin on duty tonight?" ”

"It's Haruka, the dark-haired boy."

The priest replied.

Hearing this answer, the man's expression became more and more strange.

"You don't have to keep up."

He dropped these words and went out of the door of the temple.

The priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but became more and more puzzled, why did the Holy Son ask this?

The temple now has no one else but this chosen paladin?