MTL - Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil-Chapter 98 10.3

As a sacrifice to the God of Light, it is natural to choose the best.

A large orchard is planted behind the Temple of Light, but all the delicious fruits that can be found on this continent are transplanted here, with special plantage masters taking care of them. Every two weeks, they regularly pick the best and sweetest fruit in the ice blue for the selection of the temple's maid.

Seeing the priests personally coming, the two plant masters were taken aback and quickly bent down to salute.

"I want the freshest fruit, it is best to pick it up in the last second." The younger person is very proud and very cold.

However, all the light priests were like this. The two plant masters did not feel that they were being scorned, and they quickly picked out a few baskets of fruit and placed them in front of him.

Zhou Yunyi bent over and looked at it. He tasted a few pieces and decided to taste good enough to put it in the basket he brought. He returned to the temple, washed the fruit with the water in the holy pool, drained it and set it aside, ready to make a vegetarian cake.

"The priests, pour the buckwheat flour and water into the pottery pot and knead it into dough. Unscrew the big egg and roll it into a round shape." The maid feared that he would not do it. He first took the flour and took it. One, placed in the tray for demonstration.

Zhou Yunxi glanced at the maid with an incredible look. Is this the so-called vegetarian cake for the Father? No seasoning, no wrying, no styling, no fumigation, just wait for the dry dough to be dry and harder than the stone to be served? This is simply a blasphemy against the Father!

The soul of the brain left him out of anger. He pushed the maid to the side and transferred all the skills in cooking to his mind. He poured it into the flour and water in an extremely precise proportion, covering the palm of his hand with a light force. The dough is thin and soft.

"Why priests, why should you waste the power of light!" The maid saw the golden light from his palm, and felt the pain. Today, when the power of light is becoming scarcer, the cultivation of a powerful light priest often requires the power of one country, and the light priests will never use the power of the body, because they use less, and then It takes a long time to pray for accumulation, and some even take ten or twenty years.

For example, the Joshua priests, even those who use the power of light in the face, are simply broken.

Zhou Yunxuan’s brain is really broken. Just as he hypnotizes himself every day, he loves the Father God madly, loves it warmly, loves to lose his self-smashing bones, and can't stand the other people's scornfulness to the Father.

This kind of pigs are not willing to take a bite of vegetarian cakes, and they dare to take them for worship, which makes him unbearable.

He vowed to make the world's most delicious and exquisite vegetarian cake for the Father, so he said coldly, "What is the power of wasting light? My strength is all given by the Father, and naturally I should return to the Father wholeheartedly. God's kindness. In the future, you no longer have to prepare sacrifices for the Father. This is my job."

The maid saw him looking cold, and he knew that he was angry, and he had to go back to the corner with fear.

Zhou Yunyi has experienced so many reincarnations, cooking such a small thing is natural. He loves to eat, and the taste is very picky, so he practiced an extraordinary cooking.

In the process of waking up, he did not idle, picked a few fruits and beans, stirred it into a mixture of mud, the juice of the juice, felt that the white dough was a bit monotonous, and then used the juice to reconcile the yellow and red. , purple and other dough for use.

He is skilled and elegant, and seems to have done thousands of times, calling the two maids to look silly.

The dough is all awake. He fills in the fillings and kneads them into various shapes. There are flowers, birds, fish, and various small animals. The neatly placed codes are cute on the tray. Extremely.

After filling the plain cake, there was still a little white dough left. He coveted for a moment and didn't know what to expect. His cheeks showed a blush. He placed the dough in the palm of his hand and pinched it to the ground and put his hands together on the ground, placing them in the center of the tray.

The expressions of the two maids ranged from dumbfounded to adoring to speechless. They can be seen, and the priestly adult's attachment to the light **** has reached the point of ignorance.

The bright **** above nine days has been staring at the young boy who is busy with the group, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth is getting deeper and deeper. Watching the teenager prepare the sacrifice for himself, his chilly heart became soft like a dough, and there was a faint sweetness flowing in his heart.

Zhou Yunhao washed his hands and took the tray to get steamed. In the process of waiting, he went to the garden to pick flowers that were dedicated to the Father.

According to the singer of the bard, the white rose is the favorite flower of the **** of light. The flower language of this flower is - respect, sublimity, purity, and it is very suitable with the Father. Zhou Yunxuan had a happy smile on his face and picked up his toes to climb the most beautiful one.

"Priest priests, rose flowers with thorns, you should use scissors."

It is a pity that the maid reminded me that it was too late. Zhou Yunyi frowned and took back the stinging fingers. A drop of bright red blood beads slowly overflowed from the round and lovely fingertips, which was very eye-catching.

The two maids quickly stepped forward to help him bandage.

"But it hurts, it doesn't hurt." He shook his head and put the injured fingertip in the mouth. After a while, he took it out and saw that the blood drop had disappeared.

The maids had a lingering fear, and immediately took the scissors and told him not to touch the thorns again. The priest of light is the most important property of the empire. Even if only a drop of blood is flown, they can't afford it in the ears of the bishop.

On nine days, the smile of the bright mouth of the gods became a straight line. When the young boy took the basket and left, he lifted his fingertips, a beam of black light passed through the water mirror, and it fell on the whole wall, or powder. , or yellow, or red, or white, it is particularly fragrant and lush rose flowers.

In the blink of an eye, the blooming flowers faded, the green leaves withered, the stems fell hard, and eventually the black puff powder fell to the ground.

The passing attendant saw this scene, and the eyes radiated fear and horror, and immediately ran toward the bishop's attic.

At the same time, Zhou Yunyi placed the carefully prepared sacrifices on the table. He picked up the small-faced man and looked at it. His cheeks were red and shy, and he placed it at the forefront of all the noodles.

"Father, please don't dismiss these simple sacrifices. If you can, I can't wait to dedicate all of you to you, but this body is too small, too humble, how to qualify for your pity. If you can Hearing my prayers, I only need to give me a glimpse of it over nine days. I am satisfied." He crouched in front of the statue, and his hands were together for a big gift. The shame on his face was replaced by bitterness.

There are so many souls in the world that need to be saved. How can the Father God notice him? The so-called love of the Father is just a luxury that can never be realized.

Thinking of this, he frowned and wanted to cry. He walked in front of the statue of the Father and walked up to the statue of the Father. He looked at the Father's feet and looked sullen.

Bright God presses his eyebrows and does not know what to do with small believers. He is so petite and cute, but at the same time sensitive and fragile. He thinks that he is so low, it really makes him angry and funny. Does he think that every light priest can receive the gift of the Light God when he prays?

The pope, who ruled all the priests and shrines, earned him a glimmer of light after thirty years of pious prayer. On the other hand, if a small believer is not afraid of a huge power to break his body, he can't wait to put all his love and love on him.

How can he think that his father does not love him?

The light **** is very distressed, sticking out his fingertips and gently pointing at the eyebrows of the small believers, and will pass through a golden glow full of tenderness.

Zhou Yunzhen was picked up by the power of God. His crumpled brow stretched, his pale cheeks rosy, his mood became happy and brisk, and he kissed the Father's instep with a faint smile. When he finally broke free from the feeling of being loved, he found that the sacrifices on the table were all gone.

He was shocked and immediately ran out to ask the two maids.

On the top of the nine days, Guangming God looked at his back in a hurry and smiled helplessly, and then took the small face to the front of the eye. The noodles have not cooled, and a white mist floats in the air, bringing out a fragrance that is unique to buckwheat. Without tasting, the light **** can imagine how sweet the taste should be.

The small-faced man made the perfection, because the steaming of the heat has expanded a little, but the image of the teenager is very round and lovely. The light **** gaze at it for a long time, gently turn it, the heart seems to be washed by current, hemp and itchy, and a soft feeling.

After watching it for ten minutes, he moved the small-faced person to his lips, cautiously and gently kissed him, then looked at the **** who stood aside and asked, "Is he cute?"

Using ‘he’ instead of ‘the’, God made a little bit of understanding that this small face is probably the image of a mortal who has been voyeating the Father for a long time. And the voice of the Father reveals a little pride and pleasure, like the nobles who show off their treasures.

This is not an ordinary interest, but a love of love. God gave a glimpse of his heart and replied with a smile. "It's very cute. I haven't seen such a cute boy yet. I am afraid that no one in the temple can compare with him."

The bright corner of the light **** smashed into a strict straight line, and the dark golden eyes swept coldly.

God immediately succumbed to sin and tried to wonder where he was wrong.

"Those humble servants can compare with my dearest children." He took the small-faced man to leave, waved his sleeves and gave God a forbidden spell.

God made no resentment in his heart, but he breathed a sigh of relief. The gods who angered the Father and were burned to ashes abound, and it is extremely fortunate that he can save a life. It seems that the Father's love for the priest in the lower bound has exceeded his imagination, and he does not know how the other is a beautiful woman.

If this love continues, the Father is afraid that he will give him the sacred plunder from other gods. Those godheads are every treasure, and even the treasures that every servant dreams of.

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Zhou Yunqi looked for a long time and did not find a sacrifice. He was annoyed, but he saw the bishop, the deputy bishop and a warrior of the Wuwang level rushed to the main hall.

He immediately bent down to salute the two elders. The bishop did not ask him to get up, but stared at him with a quirky, slightly alert look.

The deputy bishop couldn’t hold back and screamed first. “There was a waiter who reported that the rose flowers that you had picked were eroded by the magic gas. It is well known that there is a magical place in the place where there is magic, and he may be parasitic in any person. Including the Bright Priest. We are here to let you prove your innocence."

Seeing that the second emperor should go out to travel, and then do not deal with Joshua. After two years, he will become an adult, and he can inherit the position of the bishop. Therefore, the deputy bishop is very anxious. Immediately after receiving the news, he thinks of a poison.

Zhou Yunxuan only shorted his brain when facing the Father and related things, but he was comfortable with others, and calmly asked, "So before I prove my innocence, I dare to ask the bishop and the deputy bishop to prove their own." Innocent? The monsters are very embarrassing. Their favorite thing to do is to lure other races to kill each other."

"We have all drunk the holy water." The bishop handed over a pure white porcelain bottle and said softly, "Child, drink it."

If it is parasitic by the monster, after drinking the holy water, the host will have a full body pain and ulceration of the skin, and then the poison will be poisoned and forced out of the body. It is a rare killer that can directly fight against the monster. But the holy water needs to be preserved for centuries with the purest power of light, and it will take effect from a transparent color to a brilliant golden color. It is a very precious treasure for the Holy See, where the priests are getting scarcer and weaker. .

The bishop only collected three bottles, which was intended to be reserved for the royal family, but now they have to use it. The Bright Priest is the key to guaranteeing an empire's victory in the Dark War. In particular, the Sagya Empire has only three bright priests, and it is even more unbearable.

Zhou Yun licked his lips and was about to reach for the porcelain bottle. The bishop’s attendant fell on him and his arm fell to his back, causing the porcelain bottle to fall and shatter. The golden liquid penetrated into the gap of the floor. The soil can no longer be found.

The servant is sincere and fearful, but he is not guilty.

This is obviously premeditated. What do they want to do? Zhou Yunxuan turned his head and looked directly at the deputy bishop, and the bishop quickly thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale.

"This is the last bottle of holy water. The level of magic that can withstand the power of light and parasitic in the light priests is above the emperor. Even if I work with the bishop to perform light, I can't identify it. To prove your innocence. Also, please go to the trial pool after the main hall." The deputy bishop said politely.

"No!" The bishop's hoarse negation.

A thousand years ago, the trial pool helped the Guangming priest to greatly increase the speed of cultivation. As long as they are soaked in the pool water, their body and soul will be tempered and become stronger. A thousand years ago, the priests of the dynasty had the power to relocate the mountains and reclamation. It is not at all that they can only hide behind the mages and the warriors, and they can compare a priest with a bright enchantment.

It is reasonable to say that the trial pool should be a place for everyone to practice, but I don't know from which day, but the light priests who enter the pool, as long as the soul is mixed with a little bit of self-sufficiency or selfishness, will be burned by magma-like pool water. Ashes.

In this world, except for the gods, no one's soul does not contain impurities, and no one has no private thoughts in his heart. The Bright Priest did not understand why the Father had become so harsh, but they had no choice but to give up the trial pool and pray.

The power of prayer can be very weak and often takes decades to settle. This is why the light priests are getting weaker.

The deputy bishop has turned so many turns, the ultimate goal is to get rid of Joshua! When the bishop realized this, there was no other way to protect Joshua from the magic. His sense of responsibility did not allow him to do that.

He waved his hand as if he had recovered the word 'no' before it was silenced for a moment. "Joshua my child, you know, this is my duty as the bishop of the Sagya Empire. I can't let go. Any monster, even if it is parasitic in the king."

"I understand, as you wish." Zhou Yunyi bent over and then walked toward the depths of the hall at a steady pace.

If he does not get the energy of the B-class world, he may still worry about it, but now he does not see the so-called trial pool in his eyes. He knows that his soul is pure and can resist the erosion of the pool water. After deep hypnosis, he has no trace of distracting thoughts except for the crazy love of the light god.

His love for the light **** is even scared when he thinks of himself.

He took off his shoes and his robe and walked into the trial pool with only a thin silk coat. The pool water is pure black, and the bubbles are bubbling, which gives off an extremely cold chill. When it finds unclean dirt, it will immediately boil and turn into red-like red, the amazing temperature. To say mortal, I am afraid that even the gods can swallow.

The deputy bishop's hand hidden under the wide robe shivered with excitement. As long as Joshua is dead, he will be able to sit on the throne of the bishop and share the sovereignty of the Sagya Empire with the king without the choice of others. Since the exposure of the illegitimate child, he has been thinking about killing Joshua all the time, and today he finally got it.

He seems to see the road of light already unfolding in front of himself.

On nine days, Guangming God stared at the mortals in the hall. The pupils turned into dark gold for a while, and turned into pure black for a while. The powerful and unrivalled powers escaped uncontrollably and destroyed the magnificent gods. If it were not for the protection of small believers soaked in the pool water, he had already lost his senses of anger.

The so-called pool water in the trial pool is actually a magical gas that is concentrated into a liquid state. The magic gas can search for the darkness hidden in the bottom of the human heart, and use this as a guide to extend the past and breed the magic object in the human body. To put it bluntly, the monster is not born from the dark abyss, but is born in the heart of mankind.

The ultimate darkness can give birth to light. The light **** of a thousand years ago does not have the current evil taste. He banned the water in the pool to ensure that the magic will only promote the power of the light priests, and will not erode them. But suddenly one day, he was tired of the world, he took back the ban and killed all the gods.

In the billions of years, the **** of light has never found a truly pure heart. He once licked the heart of the goddess of spring and soaked it in the pool water. Then he was surprised to find that in a second, the bright red heart turned black and then turned into dirty soil.

He felt very interesting at the time and smiled, but now he can't help but ruin all the trial pools left in the Temple of Light. In that case, his little believers will not suffer such sinister treatment.

The soul of the little believer is pure, he can withstand the first wave of water, but what about? As long as his heart produces a trace of distracting thoughts or fears, it will be hurt by the top.

The light gods accumulate a golden light at the fingertips, ready to wrap the little believers firmly. But before Jin Guangdu passed, he was surprised to stop.

I saw that the body of the small believer exudes crystal clear white light from the inside out, and isolates the tumbling black pool water, which is the power that only the purest heart can have. What made his thoughts so clean and so focused? Is it because of your devout faith?

Bright God can't wait to get into the hearts of small believers to see it. This is not a difficult thing for him, but he can't display it on small believers. He doesn't feel strange or even jealous. On the contrary, he is happy with the uniqueness of the small believers. He is willing to guess his mind, and the soul that makes him dead becomes happy, excited, and unstoppable.

He squinted with one hand, smiled at the boy, and saw him sit down with his hands together, knowing that he was praying to himself. Because of the outsiders, he did not read those prayer words that are sweeter than the flower dew. This is a pity.

In the tumbling black water, he only showed a head and a pair of hands, so petite and pitiful. The light **** wants to break into the pool and surround him with a tall and handsome body, giving him more warmth.

Thinking so, he gave a glimpse of the gods, forming a gorgeous figure in the hall, and then walked to the small believers in the eyes of everyone, and stroked his warm cheeks.

The little believers were immersed in prayer and did not open their eyes to see themselves. This made the light **** feel very sorry. He wanted to continue to touch his platinum-colored hair, but he was restrained by blackwater intrusion because he was afraid of interrupting his prayers.

In the absence of cloth ban, staying in the trial pool to cultivate, the power of light is unimaginable for ordinary people, and more importantly, it can greatly purify the potential of practitioners. The body of the Bright Priest is like a container, and the potential determines the amount of light that the container can store.

The small believer is the top qualification, and can continue to ascend after the pool water is quenched. In other words, in the future, he can inject more power into the body of a small believer without worrying about hurting him.

This is just like the light of God, so he will never interrupt the cultivation of the little believer, even if he is eager to embrace him.

"Who are you? The devil of the dark abyss?" The bishop and the deputy bishop stunned the question, and at the same time began to sing the spell of the bright arrow. The higher the level of the monster, the more beautiful the appearance, and the magnificence of the appearance of the person who appears suddenly has surpassed the limit that humans can imagine.

If he is a monster, the rank must be above the saint.

Bright God made a squeaking action with his hand against the lips. At the same time, the bishop and the deputy bishop found that they had lost the ability to speak, unable to sing the spell, and what they attacked the monster. The two wanted to go out for help, but they found that their body could not move.

What a terrible ability to instantly hold two priests of the bishop's level? The eyes of the two who reached the limit were full of despair.

However, soon they are no longer afraid, but they are even more unbelievable.

I saw the blond man quietly walked to Joshua's side, carefully depicting his delicate and delicate facial features across the void, and then bowed his head and fell a kiss in his eyebrows. His expression is so gentle, his eyes are so pitiful, as if watching his children, as if watching his lover.

He looked and looked again, kissed and kissed, because the restraint did not hold the joy of the heart and let the body escape the golden light.

The light point contained a powerful power, and when they touched the bishop and the deputy bishop, they burned their skin, but they did not hurt Joshua, but instead they drilled into him.

Joshua's slightly hooked lips reveal a comfortable expression, which makes the blond man's mood more pleasant. He laughed low, and the thick and **** voice was enough to make everyone crazy for him.

He picked up a trace of Joshua's hair around his fingertips and played with it, quite a bit of love. Seeing Joshua's eyebrows, he seems to have awakened. He remembered his other identity and he was pacing. He is not as beautiful as Joshua imagined.

He let go of Joshua's hair, and he walked anxiously in the temple. When he passed the statue of five meters high, he saw the ordinary face of the so-called light-hearted middle-aged uncle, as if he had been thundered, and he could not move in the same place.

This is not him at all! As soon as he thought of Joshua's love for it every day, but he screamed his name, he would have liked to destroy the statue together with the temple of the Sagya Empire!

But the little believer was in the temple, and he was reluctant to hurt him, so he shook his sleeves and shook his sleeves and turned it into a statue that sat in the magnificent throne and was the same as himself.

He walked back to the pool, pointed his finger at the deputy bishop, took back all the light of his body, and then bent over to kiss the small believer's eyebrows again, giving him a pure power, which turned into a virtual shadow. gradually disappear.