Shen Fengyue has been imprisoned here for a few weeks, during which time he will definitely enter into listening to Theodore's hours-long "Daily Reading of the Holy Scriptures" session, he has heard detachment.
No matter how much he resisted in his heart, the contents of the scriptures still got into his ears, leaving a mark deep in his brain, and even sometimes when Theodore read some chapters, he could casually add a sentence or two. .
Forget it, what Shen Fengyue couldn't bear the most was the unimaginable punishment of shaving her head. His hair grows fast, and in a few days, short hair will appear on his head, and it feels a little thorny to the touch.
Whenever Shen Fengyue touched the little bit of hair that came out, she would shed moved tears, his hair finally came back to QAQ.
But Theodore's eyes are very vicious, and he can always be keenly aware that he has a little bit of hair. Shen Fengyue's head has not touched the heat yet, and the next moment someone will come to shave his head.
The original stubble hair was shaved, and the shiny bald head was reappeared in the world as clean as new. This process is repeated several times, just like harvesting leeks, one crop, one crop, infinite recycling of resources, which is great.
Shen Fengyue felt that she could not continue to sit still and must take some action.
On this day, Theodore had just opened the book and read a sentence or two when he entered the door, when he was stopped by Shen Fengyue: "Master Holy Son!"
Theodore looked up and found that the person in the cage was extraordinarily energetic today. He looked at him with bright eyes and waved to him: "Sir Saint Son, come here!"
"What's the matter with you?" Theodore didn't move forward, but stayed where he was. He put the book in his hand.
Shen Fengyue approached the cage, sat down, her brows and eyes curved, and she smiled very pure: "Dear Holy Son, the little man has listened to you chanting the Holy Scriptures of the Light God and the teachings of the Holy Voice in the past few days. Some insights. It's just—" He lengthened his tone and changed his voice.
Theodore had doubts in his eyes, motioning him to speak quickly.
"It's just that the villain still has some doubts about the contents of the scriptures, and I hope my dear Holy Son can give me some pointers." He added.
Shen Fengyue's mouth has always been sweet, and every mouthful is a dear Holy Son, and her tone is respectful and kind. If it were an ordinary person, I would probably be coaxed into confusion by him. Theodore is not an ordinary person.
But he couldn't resist the enemy's many tricks and numerous tricks. Hearing Shen Fengyue say this, the holy son of the devout God of Light really took the bait. He closed the pages of the book, then walked to the front of the cage, squatted down and looked at Shen Fengyue, and asked softly, "Why don't you understand?"
Shen Fengyue blinked quickly. It's a very comfortable way to communicate, and he crouches down, at eye level, showing respect for him.
It seems that this Holy Son is not as arrogant as imagined, unable to communicate. Aside from talking a little bit more (referring to chanting scriptures for a few hours a day), it still feels quite comfortable.
"Come closer."
Theodore felt a little weird, but he leaned forward a little bit obediently.
Shen Fengyue's eyes were firmly attached to him, to be precise, it was attached to his left breast pocket. A small opening was opened in the pocket, revealing a long object with a round head, which was the key to open the cage.
This key is currently only owned by the Holy Son and the Pope. Shen Fengyue observed the key to open the cage when she was shaved last time.
There is no hole for the key in the cage, just put the key in a fixed position, and the cage will automatically open after the energy is sensed.
Shen Fengyue deliberately sat at the induction, tempting Theodore to get closer and closer, as long as his left chest shook lightly at the induction, he would be free. But the current position is not enough, and Theodore seems to have noticed the difference and no longer approaches.
"Where do you not understand?"
The key is only a finger away from the sensor, but the spicy chicken Saint Son doesn't move! Shen Fengyue glared at him, the latter felt inexplicable.
He didn't make a sound for a while, and Theodore seemed impatient and wanted to get up and leave. Victory is just around the corner, how can the duck with its mouth fly!
Shen Fengyue hurriedly stretched out a finger to reach for the key in his pocket, but before he could reach it, he was bounced back by the spell engraved on the railing.
In an instant, the body felt like an electric shock, the hairs stood up, and the body couldn't stop shaking. Shen Fengyue fell to the ground and rolled around, his face flushed with pain, and after the symptoms eased for a while, he raised his eyes and glared at Theodore with tears in his eyes: "... QAQ!!!"
Only then did Theodore know his purpose. He lowered his head and glanced at the keys that were quietly placed in his pocket, and then saw Shen Fengyue rolling around in pain, a smile could not help flashing across his eyes.
He got up and returned to his original position to open the book and continue reading, but Shen Fengyue didn't know if she was electrocuted by the spell, but she was always more honest and lay there quietly.
The days passed by, Shen Fengyue only felt that the days were like years. When it was time to read aloud, Theodore did not bring the holy scriptures, but instead brought a bunch of painting utensils.
He set things up, sat facing Shen Fengyue's direction, squeezed the paint in his hand, and dripped a little water to prepare for color matching.
Shen Fengyue was inexplicable: "What are you doing?"
"Painting." The Holy See needed to paint a new portrait of the God of Light. The Pope was old and lacked energy, so this task naturally fell to him.
Shen Fengyue smiled: "Just go to the studio to paint. Why come here to paint? There is no Lord of Light here."
Theodore's brushes for coloring paused and choked.
What he said was true. The Holy See of Light had its own studio, where the lighting was better than here, the environment was quiet and comfortable, and it was very suitable for painting. Because the task was at hand, he didn't have to come over to read the scriptures to Shen Fengyue recently.
But why is he still here
Theodore didn't have an answer, as if the first thing he thought of when he was packing up his equipment was raising his foot and walking in the direction here. Only when he walked to the palace where the betrayer was imprisoned could his heart be calmed down.
But he had to have an answer after all, and Theodore said, "My duty is to keep you, and I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Fengyue gave Shen Fengyue a roll of eyes: "Afraid of me running?" What the hell, figure out the situation, brother, I'm listening to the scriptures, and my head has been shaved. If I can run, I'll run a long time ago. Okay? Still staying here
Unexpectedly, Theodore actually nodded.
Shen Fengyue didn't want to communicate with him more, she spontaneously lay on the ground, put her arms behind her head, and closed her eyes to rest.
Seeing that he had closed his eyes, Theodore didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, laughed, and continued to hold the brush to color.
He made one stroke first, but when he made the second stroke, the pattern changed. When he reacted, he found that a vague outline had already appeared on the canvas.
- It was the outline of a person, and the appearance was very familiar. Theodore's eyes crossed the canvas and went straight to the person lying on the ground not far away with his eyes closed.
The person in the painting has silver-white hair, a pair of eyes the same color as the hair, and the skin is so pale that it loses its color.
Theodore frowned as he looked at the painting in front of him, the brush in his hand dipped a little bit of red, and dipped a bright red on the pale lips of the person in the painting.
more like him.
Theodore put down his brush and sat in front of the canvas without moving for a long time. What's going on? He clearly wanted to paint Lord Guangming, but he turned his pen into a traitor before him.
Ice blue eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the edge of the painting, sliding his fingertips across the smooth white paper, which was cold and thin.
He couldn't find an answer.
Theodore painted for a long time, and Shen Fengyue also woke up after a while. He looked sideways and found that the man was fascinated by the painting, and he was puzzled. Is the painting so good? They were all stunned.
So he asked him out loud, "What are you painting?"
The voice recalled Theodore's wandering thoughts. He seemed to be hiding, and hurriedly replied, "God." He was actually drawing him.
"Oh, okay." Shen Fengyue lost interest when she heard that the painting was of the God of Light, and took out a small object from the corner of the cage to play with.
Theodore kept his word, and every time he came to read the scriptures to him, he brought in some gadgets to pass the time. Little things add up, and small objects pile up into a hill.
Shen Fengyue took out what looked like a windmill from the inside, puffed out her cheeks to blow, and the windmill was blown around and turned, which was very beautiful.
Shen Fengyue sighed while blowing the blower, "Oh, this person, once he gets bored, he can even blow the blower all afternoon.
I don't know what Theodore was thinking. After drawing a prototype, he even finished the drawing.
Stroke, shape, color, his painting skills are not bad, after a set of skills, it is already 90% similar to Shen Fengyue's appearance.
How long has he been painting here, Shen Fengyue has been blowing the windmill for so long, until he gets tired of blowing, and simply curled up on the ground and fell asleep in a daze.
When Theodore looked up, he found that the man had fallen asleep. After finishing the last stroke, he got up and walked up to him, trying to reach in and touch him.
The outstretched fingers probed into the cage little by little, as if exploring the most hidden secret realm.
"Shen Fengyue... What are you thinking?" He called Shen Fengyue's name for the first time.
The man in the cage sleeps peacefully, the corners of his mouth upturned, a natural smile. At this time, he fell asleep, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.
Theodore took the painting back, hid it in his dark room, switched on the switch to seal it, and then turned his back and dared not look at it again.
This is an obscure secret deep in his heart, no one knows except him and God, not even Shen Fengyue.
He didn't know why he made such a painting, and what was in his mind when he painted it. Theodore himself had no answer, so it was convenient for him to go to the statue in the middle of the night, in the dead of night, to pray for the answer from the gods, and to repent of himself.
He stayed there all night, until the sky was chirping, and it was almost over when he read the scriptures for Shen Fengyue.
Theodore took the holy scriptures and went to Shen Fengyue to read the scriptures for him. He was unsmiling throughout the whole process. No matter what Shen Fengyue said, he ignored him and only read his own.
He acted like this, as if the relationship accumulated between the two in the past few days, the eased relationship disappeared again, and even went back to the beginning.
Theodore spoke a little faster than usual, he was catching up, and he only hoped that he could finish it a little faster and escape the place.
The process was like years, but he finally finished reading. He packed up and was about to leave in a hurry, but was stopped by a voice.
"Stop." Shen Fengyue narrowed his eyes, he had already seen that something was wrong with this kid today, with an ice-faced face the whole time, he didn't know when he offended the Holy Son.
Theodore wanted to escape from this place for a long time, but Shen Fengyue stopped him as soon as he called. He stopped and stood there without turning around.
"My dear Holy Son." Shen Fengyue raised her eyebrows, "Are you in a bad mood today?"
Theodore replied, "No."
"Oh? No?" Shen Fengyue said again, "Then can you turn around when you ask the Holy Son to speak, you are turning your back on me like this, but you are not polite at all."
Theodore had to turn around: "I'm sorry."
The man in the cage looked at him, silent, but those silver eyes burned his body with a fiery gaze, making Theodore unable to move away.
The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Theodore didn't dare to move at all. He was faintly afraid, afraid that Shen Fengyue would ask him why, and if he did, how would he answer then.
The two were deadlocked for a few minutes, but they didn't expect the other to suddenly burst out laughing.
Shen Fengyue frowned, her eyes full of interest: "You don't have to run away in a hurry, and I won't eat you. So, let's play a game, shall we? Dear Holy Son?"
Theodore looked at him. Seeing that he hadn't left, Shen Fengyue acquiesced, and continued: "This game is called 'Ten Questions', you ask me ten questions, and I can only answer them with 'yes and no'. After the ten questions, just watch Lord Saint Son, can you guess my answer?"
After understanding the rules of the game, Theodore asked a few questions, but the answer was "no".
At the fifth question, he suddenly felt blessed and asked, "Is it something you like?"
Shen Fengyue suddenly blinked at him, then said the first "yes".
"Is it an animal?"
"no."
"Is it a plant?"
"No." Shen Fengyue looked at him, tapping her hands on the floor tiles boredly.
Theodore looked around and asked, "Is it in this palace?"
Shen Fengyue nodded: "Yes."
It's not a plant, it's not an animal, and in this palace, it's what he likes...
At this time, there were only him and Shen Fengyue in the palace, and it could only be...
An answer was about to come out, and his voice fluctuated: "Then, is it me?"
Shen Fengyue suddenly stopped speaking, and only looked at him with a smile, her bright red lips opened and closed, as if she was about to say the answer, but seeing that Theodore had not waited for him to speak, and left as if escaping.
The sound of the palace door closing sounded, Shen Fengyue laughed lowly, and his laughter echoed in the empty palace.
"This holy son... he's so cute."
He made a blunt prank and got the desired result. Originally thought that the other party would not agree to this presumptuous request, but unexpectedly it succeeded, even Shen Fengyue thought it was incredible.
When he was tired of laughing and wanted to rest, a note suddenly floated in from the skylight.
Shen Fengyue picked up the note, and put a smile on her face again: "I'm finally free."
The note was sent in by a dark cultist on the opposite side of the mainland, saying that he could be rescued in three days.
Shen Fengyue held her chin, suddenly remembered Theodore's face, shook her head and laughed, it seemed that she was about to be separated from Lord Saint Son.