In the Cathedral of O.R.Gen., in the Temple of the Holy Child, Juliana holds O.R.G. in her arms and gently shakes the baby in swaddling clothes like a human mother..147xs.The most data-saving, ad-free site for mobile phones.

I heard that this kind of meaningless shaking does not make the baby feel comfortable, on the contrary, once the strength and frequency of the shaking is too high, it is easy to cause irreversible negative effects on the baby's not yet fully developed brain, but the Holy Son O.R.G. will certainly not be harmed by this level of shaking.

In fact, His Highness the Son closed his eyes tightly and did not cry or make a fuss, and Juliana did not know why she was repeating this meaningless action, perhaps just to reassure herself.

Since becoming the godmother of the Son, Juliana's status in the temple has skyrocketed, and overnight she has gone from a lowly commodity that missionaries disdain to look at with their eyes, to a noble saint who also bows to the bishops of the region.

Ironically, Juliana has not yet developed a devout belief in the temple, but has become the godmother of the Holy Son appointed by the Holy Envoy, and apart from lamenting the impermanence of fate, Juliana can't figure out why the Holy White Lord chose herself.

Of course, Juliana didn't hate her current life, and now she didn't have to be terrified by hunting the Sacred Core hunters and her kind, and she didn't need to grovel and flatter humans.

All it takes is to open the mouth and the temple attendants will bring countless books, all of which are thought-provoking masterpieces.

Fresh blood food is served on delicate tableware from the waiter's hand, all carefully selected and unprocessed, and the original flavor makes Juliana unable to extricate herself from the first bite.

Outside the O.R.Gen. Cathedral, even money can't buy such delicious food, after all, in the outside world, countless reporters and anti-saints are like sharks that smell fish, cruising around all the saints, waiting for an opportunity to move. Once a certain Holy Clan dared to use fresh blood food in their line of sight, it would definitely cause an uproar and cause a bad impact on the Temple.

Therefore, the Holy Clans in the outside world can only eat processed canned human meat, which does not taste very good, and it may be a rare delicacy for a Saint Clan who is in a state of hunger and suffering, but now Juliana, who has tasted the real deliciousness, knows that canned meat tastes like chewing wax.

With such a good life, what is there not to be satisfied with? Of course not.

Juliana just couldn't figure out the meaning of her existence, at least for now, His Highness didn't need her as a godmother, and all she needed to do to enjoy such a privileged living condition was to heat the plasma for His Highness the Son - Lord Saint Bai strictly forbade the consumption of living people and captive people, so even the Holy Son O.R.G., who had eaten the blood of the Son of Harmony, could not drink the hot blood that had just flowed from the veins of the human being.

"Little baby, thank you for giving me this life." Juliana stretched out her finger and gently pinched Origen's pink cheek, in a secret room where there was no other kind, Juliana occasionally made such a bold move, just because His Highness the Holy Son was too cute.

"When His Highness the Holy Son is sensible, I won't be able to pinch his little face like this." Juliana sighed when she thought of this.

Although they have only been together for a short time, Juliana has been deeply infatuated with the little guy in her arms, and this is the first time Juliana has experienced the feeling of love, according to the words of Lord Shengbai, this is still the highest level of love: maternal love.

Compassion means empathizing with one's own kind, empathizing with the suffering of one's own kind, and being willing to lend a helping hand, while maternal love means complete and selfless giving.

"Maybe that's why Lord Shengbai chose me." Juliana thought to herself, "I don't have the power of Lord Shengbai, nor the force of Her Majesty, but I have emotions that come from myself, maybe Lord Shengbai, I just hope that I can make His Highness the Holy Son feel motherly love." ”

Mother's love, Juliana sighed again, in this selfless love, there is more or less a little possessiveness, every time she thinks that sooner or later His Highness the Son will leave her arms, Juliana is like every human mother who sees her child thrive, and she is stunned.

"Before you grow up, pinch your little face again?" Juliana looked at ORG's face as if she were a jewel, and reached out to gently scrape his nose.

When the fingertip ran over the tip of his nose, O.R.G. opened his eyes suddenly, startling Juliana, thinking that she had disturbed the sleep of His Highness the Holy Son, and then Juliana found that the blood-jeweled scarlet eyes were not staring at her, nor at the ceiling, but at the door of the secret room.

Who's coming? Juliana hugged Origen nervously, there were very few saints who could enter and leave this secret room, and there had been a few times before that Lord Saint White had taken the time to visit His Highness the Holy Son, but every time Lord Saint White came, he would not wake up His Highness the sleeping Holy Son.

Silently, a crack cracked in the middle of the door of the chamber, and a terrifying momentum that almost condensed into a real thing poured into the chamber through the crack in the door, causing Juliana to shudder and panic, and when she tried to retreat, she found that her legs could not move like lead pillars nailed to the floor.

The crack in the door widened, and a slender figure walked in, wearing a dark purple long-sleeved cheongsam, with an ingots collar that was once all the rage at the end of the last century, reaching behind her ear, and clutching her chin, setting off the already flawless face more bright and moving. The long black and supple hair is coiled behind her head, and the colorful blonde hairpin with a carved dragon and phoenix inserted in the coiled hair is not worthy of her grace and majesty even if it is expensive.

"Your Majesty." Juliana lowered her head in fear, and as her gaze slid downward, she saw Angel following behind Wen Yan, this Holy Highness was more beautiful than before, but she stood in front of the Holy King like a small light bulb next to the scorching sun, in stark contrast, the light and heat she released did not attract any attention at all.

Wen Yan didn't respond, and after approaching, he leaned over to look at Origen in Juliana's arms, and suddenly smiled lightly.

"Give me a hug."

This was the first time Juliana had heard His Majesty refer to herself as "I" instead of "I", and she respectfully straightened her arms and handed His Highness the Holy Son to Wen Yan's hand, then bent her knees and knelt under Wen Yan's skirt, not daring to raise her head.

Wen Yan held the swaddling clothes in his right hand, lifted Ou Ruijin into the air, stared at the blood-soaked pupils, and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you want to die?" ”

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