Du Zijun considered it for a long time and said, "Not bad."
"Well," He Qin nodded, "It's indeed good. Understanding at the moment of life and death can be regarded as a different kind of strength and luck."
"Then, do you think we have passed tonight's checkpoint?" Wen Zheliu asked, "Why don't you let us out after we have passed?"
After he asked this question, the system clicked and a prompt box popped up again.
Please stay awake to receive the reward cg for solving the problem!
"...What are you? Can you poke me and move me?" Wen Zheliu couldn't help complaining.
A wave of shimmering golden light unfolded in front of the four people's eyes, like gentle waves, submerging them in a hazy dreamlike scene.
It was as if they were watching a beautiful holographic movie. The sunset was brilliant and thick, like a brilliant tapestry spread out, casting a filter like an oil painting on the earth. Lilacs and camellias in full bloom were placed in simple pottery vases. The flower bones were stacked on top of each other and hung on the bedside. The petals were even more white and lovely. The girl lying on the bed pretended to fiddle with them with her thin fingers. In fact, , her blue eyes never left the man sitting beside the bed.
"Holy..." Hearing Zheliu call out a word, he felt it was inappropriate, so he changed his words: "... It's Ceresa."
She still maintains the appearance of a girl. Her golden hair is immersed in the glow of the sunset, almost creating a smoke-like visual effect. Her eyes are as gentle as water. Although her body is still very thin, the skin exposed at the collar also has a smoky appearance. She still has scars that are difficult to fade away, but her spirit has improved a lot. She is just an ordinary woman without the arrogance, treachery, hatred and ambition.
“…Then Moses said to God, I will come to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you.’ And if they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ what will I say to them? What?" The young man who spoke was wearing a monk's black robe, his hair was as black as ebony, and his eyes were as blue as the sea. Wen Zheliu recognized him at a glance. He was the person who had given him the cross before.
"It's him."
"Who is he?" Xie Yuanyuan asked, "Is he... uh, the lover of the Holy Sister?"
"That should be right." Wen Zheliu replied, "He gave me this cross."
"God said to Moses, I am who I am. And you are to say this to the Israelites: 'I am who I am has sent me to you.'" The young man turned the page, his expression gentle and calm, There is a holy power that soothes the heart.
Wen Zheliu rarely saw this kind of sacred aura in a man, but the monk in front of him undoubtedly did it. His smile tolerated everything, forgave everything, and even had a similar quality to motherhood. Without any derogatory sense...
"Do you think this man looks like the Virgin Mary?" He Qin asked.
Wen Zheliu smiled: "Thank you for being in tune with me. I really think so."
"Really..." He Qin looked thoughtfully at the scene in front of him, "I just think this setting is too malicious."
"Hey, why?" Xie Yuanyuan was stunned, "I think... it's quite a match, right? The evil god who wants to destroy the world and the saint who redeems her are so compatible and have so many sparks. Where is the malice?"
"It's because he's so well matched that he's so malicious." Wen Zheliu looked at them sadly, "This man was almost tailor-made for the Holy Nun. In terms of role and function, he is not much different from a tool man. She Not long after she escaped death and was rescued from the devil's cave, this man appeared as arranged by the main plot. He was compassionate and compassionate, and exuded the glory of love if you want me to love you. Look how normal she is now that she has been cured. If you lose it in the future, you will become even more crazy..."
"It's just a matter of code," He Qin said. "She was very pitiful in the past, which does not conflict with our current purpose of overthrowing her rule."
"God?" At this time, Ceresa asked. She smiled slightly, with a rather provocative look in her smile. Her voice was still hoarse, but the beginning of a pleasant sound could be vaguely heard, "I have eternity. Yes, is this the only way to be called God? Can the beautiful and spacious Canaan, flowing with milk and honey, still be given by God to the devastated world?"
The young monk gazed at her tolerantly and did not blame her for the offensiveness of her words: "There is only one god in heaven, but there can be many gods on earth."
A cloud of darkness passed over Ceresa's forehead. Her eyes were gloomy, but she smiled sweetly: "Gods in the world? I don't understand gods in the world. Maybe you mean angels who walk in the world for God's will? "
The young monk smiled, his expression was gentle, and his words were also gentle: "No, you are your own god."
Wen Zheliu's eyes widened instantly, and he and the others looked at the two in front of him in confusion.
"We live in this world according to the will of God in heaven, but do we have to obey God in everything and wait for His inspiration and instructions? No, it is not necessary." His tone was full of emotion, "The hardships you have endured are better than A hundred times better than the Israelites who came out of Egypt, some people will remember. Just be your own God and make your own decisions for yourself, without worrying about others, because your will has already been as firm as a rock and cannot be reversed by external things."
"Ah, shut up, shut up!" Xie Yuanyuan grabbed his hair and yelled in collapse, "Do you know what you just said?! Take it back, take it back!"
"...It turns out it was you." He Qin shook his head helplessly and amusedly, "If we follow the normal order, he is the one who really gave the Holy Nun the idea of becoming a god."
Ceresa stared at him blankly, her eyes and lips trembling.
Wen Zheliu said quietly: "I seem to be able to hear the system prompts. Ding, your strategy progress has reached 99%..."
The young monk closed the book and smiled: "Okay, today's story time is over, I'm going to change the dressing for the wounded."
He stood up and put the book on the small table beside the bed. There was a rustling sound as his clothes were being rubbed. Ceresa came back to her senses and hurriedly stretched out a slender wrist from the quilt and grabbed his cuffs. .
"Wait a minute!"
"Huh?" The monk looked at her face, "What's wrong?"
"I told you a long time ago, that man... he is not a good person, drive him away." Ceresa sincerely advised, "I can smell the blood on his body right away. If you leave him here, something will happen." Good thing!"
"But he has the same status as you. He is a person in need of help. He can cross the mountain and come here. Doesn't he also hope to be rescued?" The monk hesitated, "The war has just ended now. It’s all the remaining flames of war and chaos, and when his injuries heal, the dean will let him leave.”
He finally smiled and said, "Don't worry."
Ceresa failed to retain him, so the young monk turned and left, closing the door of the room before leaving.
With a click, the glow of the setting sun in the sky also gathered and dissipated, and the dark and cold night appeared in front of the four people again.
The reward cg was over. Hearing the page in Zheliu's hand rustled softly, like a whisper blown by the wind. He looked down and saw that at some point, there was an extra piece of paper on the title page, as if it was from a diary. Torn pages.
"... But a thousand years later, you can still remember our story." He picked it up carefully and read it word by word, "So there is no one in this world who understands me better and is closer to me than you, and no one will ever do it again in the future. Someone... is closer to you than me."
Prop name: Fragmentary page of a poem
Grade: e
Launch type: None
Cooling time: none
Attack power: none
Effect: None
Equipment level: 1
Prop introduction: It turned out to be a poem written with affectionate strokes, but it was torn up for some reason. The original poem seemed to describe a forbidden love that is unbearable in the world.
“The sun, moon, stars in the sky, and the world in this world are all blocked between the palms of your hands and mine. Even so, thousands of years from now, thousands of people will still remember and praise our stories and our love. "
"..." Wen Zheliu sighed silently, "It's really..."
"Although the reason for raising the flag of independence to the world is not just dead love," He Qin looked at the note, "but this is also the fundamental reason. Why are you sighing? Do you think she is too emotional? "
"The distance between blue sky and underworld, life and death, the end that love can go to, is far farther than anything else." Wen Zheliu whispered, "Love without forgetting death, in my heart, this is the purest... The most infatuated heart. I don't think she is emotional, but the path she chooses is destined to go against the vast majority of people, destined to hurt the vast majority of people... and destined to be defeated by the vast majority of people who resist for love. .”
Du Zijun finally said: "Let's go. Tonight, our mission is over."
Back in the room, the two of them turned off the lights. Wen Zheliu curled up in He Qin's arms, eyes open, but couldn't sleep.
"Are you having insomnia?" He Qin's gentle voice came from above his head, "Take a nap for a while, it will be dawn again soon."
Wen Zheliu thought for a while, such a quiet night, lying next to his lover, always makes people whisper softly involuntarily: "... I am sorting out the direction of the whole thing."
"Is that clear?" He Qin touched Wen Zheliu's hair with his long fingers, "Actually, at this point, there is nothing to be confused about."
Wen Zheliu said: "Yes... I just finished reading it, and I basically guessed it. The holy nun was seriously injured and fled here. She fell in love with the young monk in the monastery. At the same time, there was an injured person crossing the mountains. Came here and was rescued by the monastery, but this man..."
"This person should be one of the nine people." He Qin said, "Repaying kindness with hatred... He did bring disaster to the monastery. The town below was massacred, and this group of monks and nuns who were not human were all their work. In the end, the Holy Nun went berserk. However, even if we deduce this, we cannot meet the conditions for clearance now."
Wen Zheliu thought again of the torn note that was tucked into the postpartum care at the end of tonight's mission. He said, "Weren't we required to collect the entire poem before we can end the mission?"
He Qin rubbed his face: "What's the use of thinking about it now? Go to bed quickly, don't wait until I call you later and you can't get up."
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After saying that, he pressed Wen Zheliu against his chest. Pressing against his muscular chest, Wen Zheliu struggled with complex emotions for a long time. He was at war with nature in his heart, thinking whether he should take a bite or not. In the end, he was still afraid that he would never have the chance to fall asleep tonight, so he just stayed shut. On the eyes.
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