The little god probably didn't expect him to ask this question, so he looked up at him blankly.
After a moment, he lowered his head helplessly: "You, what do you want?"
She is very easy to talk to, no wonder she is taken advantage of by that old guy Barron.
What a poor little boy.
But what does this have to do with him?
Icarus let go of her hair and straightened up.
"I'm afraid the gods can't give me what I want."
The little god pursed his lower lip, as if he was eager to prove that he had merit: "Do you want to purify it? I can purify it for you."
Being able to receive God's gift is the lifelong expectation of the people, and it is also what people in the church are looking forward to, so she thought he was the same.
However, when he heard the word "purify", a trace of ridicule flashed in Icarus' eyes.
"Does God know how purification is done in the church?"
The little god nodded, took his hand, pretended to pour some holy water, and wanted to sprinkle it on his palms and forehead.
Her hands were much smaller than his, and her fingers seemed boneless and soft.
But just when her hand was about to touch his eyebrows, Icarus stopped her.
"I don't need God's gift."
The little god felt a little disappointed and lowered his head in a depressed manner.
From Icarus's perspective, only her plump red lips can be seen.
She is indeed very beautiful, with a pure body and gorgeous appearance, like a strong contrast between white and red.
Her petite figure looks very fragile, with a fatal sense of brokenness that can easily arouse people's desire to conquer and sadistically want to crush her into pieces.
Icarus couldn't hide the thoughts in his heart and forced her to the wall.
In a low voice: "You know, there is something in you that the devil likes very much. They will come smelling your scent and use all means to drag you into hell, causing you to fall and sink."
The devil loves people with strong desires.
The human heart is the least able to withstand the test.
The look in the eyes of those nobles when they looked at her was the best trap.
The devils will lure greedy people into traps until they sell their souls.
Even old guy Barron is no exception.
He thought he was the supreme pope, but he didn't know that his soul had long been tainted with filth and pitch black.
And she will not be an exception.
He looked into her confused eyes with strong interest: "Let's see how long you can last."
Then he took a step back and instantly returned to his holy and inviolable appearance. He bowed his head slightly towards Gu Ruojiao and held his chest with his left hand.
"See you tomorrow, my beloved Lady Yunia."
After saying that, he left directly.
*
The next day, when Gu Ruojiao was about to cleanse herself, she found that the maids had gone out.
She looked back and saw Icarus wearing a priest's uniform, holy and peaceful.
She subconsciously covered her chest with her arms, but she saw him walking in front of her as if he didn't notice.
He was already very tall, and the feeling of oppression became more obvious as he got closer.
The little god took a step back helplessly, but forgot that there was a pool behind him, and almost fell back.
She felt a warm palm touch her lower back, pulling her back.
The force was a bit strong, and the inertia caused her to bump into him.
"Well..."
She groaned, her delicate skin was scratched by the accessories on the priest's uniform, and it turned red in the blink of an eye.
But the little god couldn't care about that at the moment.
Probably because he had never been so close to anyone before, the little god didn't even dare to raise his head, and his ears couldn't help but slowly turn red.
The redness also tends to spread to my neck.
Icarus was condescending and could easily take in all the beautiful scenery.
He slowly let go of her, as if he had accidentally touched the softness, and she almost fainted from embarrassment.
