Adler was heartbroken by Boa's showy and provocative words.
Normally, he would have curled up at Father God's feet and carefully hugged his legs, but now he rushed into his arms regardless, lay on his knees and choked.
The gurgling tears fell on the statue, which was equivalent to falling on his own skin. The hot temperature made the God of Light understand for the first time what it meant to feel distressed and what it meant to be overwhelmed. He sat stiffly on the spot, his dark golden eyes full of distress.
Adler's eyes and nose were red, and he spoke intermittently, "Father God, what do you like about Boa Bright?"
"I don't like him. In fact, I don't even know who he is." The God of Light explained seriously to the water mirror. He is very upset now. The little believer likes to cry very much, but in the past it was always because of piety or joy. Those tears were sweet. This was the first time he cried so sadly. He really didn't know what to do.
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