Chapter 1641
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Wasn't that perfect? Bo Jiu thought.
She was about to stand up.
Her wrist was pressed down again.
"Aren't you going to look at the thing I prepared for you?" Qin Mo asked casually.
"What is it?"
Was it a game?
She had played Super Mario before.
But she realized that cultured people's confessions were different from others.
The only thing she could learn from porn was how to give flowers and cars.
The Almighty's was better.
But as an overbearing CEO, she didn't have to think too much.
One of them was in charge of romance while the other was in charge of throwing money.
It was quite suitable.
Anyway, he liked whatever she gave him.
Qin Mo didn't answer her question, just asking her to wait.
The night deepened a little.
The entire church was like a palace that had been ignited, flowing with the golden light of the lights.
Some people said that the western hell wasn't like what people imagined, a sea of blood everywhere.
In the west, Lucifer was the ruler of hell.
Under the Holy City of Jerusalem, the beautiful Archangel had built the most beautiful palace in hell after she fell. It was like a church in the human world.
But there wasn't any holy light.
The scene was like a description of the western hell.
The wind was gentle, no sound could be heard except for the occasional black feather or flower petals falling.
The surface of the lake was like the legendary other shore, very quiet.
The moonlight was cold, a plate full of stars, outlining the entire Milky Way.
Bo Jiu stood up, her eyes glowing.
Was it this?
The Almighty had asked her to wait.
Bo Jiu tilted her head, wanting to ask.
He leaned over and lit something.
It was a Kongming lantern.
Mo and Jiu were written on it.
When a Kongming lantern rose, it was like a command.
Hundreds of thousands of Kongming lanterns rose with the wind, filling the entire night sky.
It wasn't lit with an open flame.
It was more like the wind generated by electricity.
He used the most ancient Chinese language to confess.
That was probably what Qin Mo wanted to do.
He stood there tall, his clothes fluttering. When the wind blew, the corners of his robe fluttered.
He held a Kongming lantern in his hand, like an ancient prince dressed in white.
The thousands of lights in the church behind him seemed to be unable to resist his deep eyes.
All the starlight fell into his eyes.
It was a scene that seemed to only appear in comics, but now it was reflected in everyone's eyes.
This place didn't look like China.
On the business street of Fifth Avenue, people were surprised when they saw the lights in the distance.
"What's that? So beautiful. "
Someone explained to his friend, "That's a Kongming lantern, something from the East."
"There are so many of them. Why would they appear there? Should we go and take a look?"
"It's too beautiful. Someone must be making a wish."
A large number of Kongming lanterns occupied the entire sky above the church.
Almost everyone could see Mo Jiu's name floating above.
Those who didn't understand Chinese characters would think that it was some special symbol.
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