Darkness is Coming

   Origen Cathedral, in the Hall of the Holy Son, Juliana held Origen in her arms and gently rocked the baby in her infant like a human mother.

I heard that this senseless shaking does not make the baby feel comfortable. On the contrary, once the intensity and frequency of shaking are too high, it is easy to cause irreversible negative effects on the baby's underdeveloped brain, but the Holy Son Origen is sure You won't be hurt by this level of shaking.

   In fact, His Highness the Holy Son kept his eyes closed and did not cry or make trouble. Juliana didn't know why she repeated this meaningless action, maybe it was just to reassure herself.

  Since becoming the godmother of the Holy Son, Juliana's status in the temple has skyrocketed. Overnight, she has changed from a lowly thing that missionaries disdain to look at, to a noble saint who also bows and salutes by regional bishops.

  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. Apart from sighing that fate is impermanent, Juliana can't figure out why Lord Saint White chose herself.

   Of course, Juliana doesn't hate the current life, now she doesn't have to be frightened by hunters and kin who hunt the holy core, and she doesn't need to bow down to human beings and flatter them.

   Just opening your mouth will allow the temple attendants to deliver countless books, all of which are masterpieces that can arouse thought.

Just beckoning, there will be fresh blood food placed in the exquisite tableware, presented by the waiter, all of which are selected high-quality ingredients, without any processing, the original flavor makes Juliana eat first. After the mouth, it is difficult to extricate oneself.

Delicious food like this can't be bought outside the Origen Cathedral, even if you have money. After all, in the outside world, countless journalists and anti-Saints are like sharks that smell fishy. , waiting for the opportunity, just around the corner. Once a certain holy clan dares to use fresh blood food within their sight, it will definitely cause an uproar and have a bad impact on the temple.

Therefore, the outside saints can only eat processed canned human flesh. The taste is not very good. It may be a rare and delicious food for a saint who is suffering from hunger, but now she has tasted the real delicious Julie. Anna knew that that kind of canned meat tasted like chewing wax.

  Have such a wonderful life, what is there to be dissatisfied with? of course not.

Juliana just doesn't understand the meaning of her existence here. At least for now, Her Royal Highness does not need her as a godmother, and she enjoys such a good living condition. All she needs to do is to serve the Holy Son. His Royal Highness is only heating blood plasma - Lord Saint White strictly prohibits the consumption of living people and captive feeding of living people. Therefore, even the holy son Origen, who has been drinking (harmonious) blood, can't drink the hot blood that has just flowed out of human blood vessels. .

"Little darling, thank you for giving me such a life." Juliana stretched out her fingers and gently squeezed Origen's pink cheeks. In a secret room with no other family members, Juliana would occasionally do Such a bold move is only because His Highness the Holy Son is too cute.

   "When His Highness the Holy Son becomes sensible, he can no longer pinch his little face like this." Juliana couldn't help sighing after thinking of this.

Although the time together is still very short, Juliana is deeply infatuated with this little guy in her arms. This is the first time Juliana has experienced the feeling of love. According to the words of Lord Shengbai, this is still the most advanced. Love: mother's love.

  Sympathy means being able to empathize with others, being able to empathize with the suffering of others, and being willing to lend a helping hand, while maternal love means total and selfless dedication.

"Maybe this is the reason why Lord Shengbai chose me." Juliana thought to herself, "I don't have the power of Lord Shengbai, and I don't have the force of Her Majesty the Queen, but I have feelings that come from myself, maybe Lord Shengbai , I just hope that I can make His Highness the Holy Son feel a mother's love."

Mother's love, Juliana sighed again. In this selfless love, there is a little bit of possessiveness hidden in it. Whenever I think that His Royal Highness the Son will leave her arms sooner or later, Juliana is like everyone who sees her. Like a human mother whose child thrives, she feels lost.

   "Pinch your little cheek while you're still young?" Juliana looked at Origen's face as if she cherished jewels, and reached out to scratch his nose lightly.

When the fingertips ran across the tip of his nose, Origen opened his eyes suddenly, startling Juliana, thinking that he had disturbed His Highness the Son of God's sleep, and then Juliana found that the blood gem-like scarlet pure pupils and Instead of staring at himself or at the ceiling, he stared at the door of the secret room.

  Who is here? Juliana hugged Origen nervously. There were very few saints who could enter and leave this secret room. Several times before, Lord Saint White had taken time to visit His Highness the Holy Son, but every time Lord Saint White came, he would not wake up the sleeping Saint. Your Highness.

Silently, there was a crack in the middle of the door of the secret room, and a terrifying aura that almost solidified into the secret room poured into the secret room from the crack of the door, making Juliana tremble and fear, but when she tried to step back, she found that her legs seemed to be nailed to death. Lead posts on the floor are generally immobile.

The crack in the door continued to widen, and a slender figure walked in. She was wearing a dark purple long-sleeved cheongsam. The ingot collar that was popular at the end of the last century was directly behind her ear, her chin was closed, and her face was flawless. Set off more bright and moving. And the long black and supple hair is coiled behind her head, and even if the colorful hairpin with dragon and phoenix carved into her hair is expensive, it is not worthy of her grace and majesty.

"Your Majesty." Juliana bowed her head in fear, and as her eyes slid down, she saw Angel, who was following behind Wen Yan. Her Highness the Holy Maiden was more elegant than before, but she stood in front of the Holy King. Like a small light bulb placed 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. After approaching, he leaned over and looked at Origen in Juliana's arms, and suddenly smiled.

   "Give me a hug."

This is the first time Juliana has heard His Majesty the Holy King refer to himself as "I" instead of "I". She respectfully straightened her arms and handed His Highness the Holy Son to Wen Yan, then bent her knees and fell to the ground. Under Wen Yan's skirt, he didn't dare to look up.

  Wen Yan held the robe in his right hand, lifted Origen into the air, stared at the **** pupils, and said with a smile, "Little guy, do you want to die?"