Early in the morning, An Ying's brain heard a call that was vague.

In a daze, he sat up sleepily and released the fire of his heart that had been blackened by Irene.

In the flame mirror, a female believer dressed in the uniform of the Night Witch's tea party stood in a dimly lit room, reverently chanting prayers.

Too lazy to listen to what the Night Witch Tea Party members wanted to say to him, An Ying's heart moved casually, and he decided to try the Evil God Whisper he had learned last time.

In the next moment, the female believer clung to the stabbed head in pain and rolled back and forth on the ground.

Seeing the female believer fall to the ground and convulse, An Ying's face was indifferent, and she didn't have the slightest idea of pity and cherishing the jade, and increased the intensity of the evil god's whispering.

He didn't stop until the female believer fainted with a pale face.

That's what happens to disturb him while he's sleeping!

Hopefully, this lesson will make this female believer read the Dire Witch's prayer less recently.

Actually, it's okay to recite it, as long as you don't pray to him.

After all, he was not a Dire Witch, and he was not obligated to listen to the Dire Witch's followers.

Retracting the fire in her heart, An Ying yawned and prepared to go to the kitchen to see if Erin was cooking breakfast.

"Supreme Immortal Venerable,

You are the master of thunder and lightning,

The Last Guardian of the Scarlet Star,

The undead heroic spirit hovering in the torrent of time,

Your devotees are here to ask for your attention! ”

Again!

Didn't I just knock that female believer unconscious?

An Ying's hand on the doorknob trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The fire of the heart source was released again, and the expected female believer did not appear in the flame mirror, but a bald man performing the evil god ritual in the deep mountains.

"Great immortality, please ......"

An Ying was still the same as just now, without listening to the bald man's prayer, and directly launched the evil god whisper.

Because the bald man was just an ordinary person, he didn't last a few seconds before he fainted.

After dealing with the bald man who summoned him, An Ying was about to withdraw the Heart Source Fire, when the screen of the flame mirror turned, and a male believer in the crater of the volcano performing the evil god ritual came into his sight.

No way!

He couldn't take it anymore, what was going on this morning?

Why did the Dire Witch prayers in so many places come to him?

Dire witch, take care of your family's believers, and prepare believers!

At this moment, An Ying wanted to scold, but he held back.

Since you've prayed to me, don't blame me for punishing you!

With a black face, he was just about to launch the evil god whisper to punish the believer in the crater, and the picture of the flame mirror turned again.

Above the ocean, a believer sitting in a lonely boat mutters prayers and asks for the help of the Dire Witch.

Then, one image after another switched between the flame mirror at an ever-increasing speed.

When the speed reaches a certain extreme, the flame mirror begins to cut into more and more images of believers and non-believers performing evil god rituals.

The prayers of these people overlapped and echoed in An Ying's mind, causing his head to buzz.

With so many people calling him at the same time, he didn't have time to deal with it!

After struggling for a while, An Ying gradually gave up thinking.

His body stiffened back to the bed, his eyes blank and his face untouched.

This did not last long, and soon the large number of prayers suddenly withdrew from him, as if they had been taken away.

"Hoo ......"

An Ying exhaled a cloudy breath, thinking back to the scene where countless believers called him just now, and he felt like his body had been hollowed out.

Is this the amount of work that evil gods have to face every day?

It's not easy to be an evil god!

He sneered, a self-deprecating smile on his exhausted face.

He lay down on the bed and rested for a while, and then thought about it, and the voices of the believers just now seemed to have been suddenly taken away.

Could it be that the prayers suddenly became precise, all pointing to the Dire Witch?

Or did the Dire Witch take a nap this morning, causing him to bear a burden that he shouldn't have to bear at his age?

If it was the former, An Ying could only consider himself unlucky, after all, the Dire Witch's prayer pointed to him, and it was not the Dire Witch who thought.

The Dire Witch was so angry that she cut off her prayers and ordered him to be hunted down!

If it was the latter, then he really wanted to greet the Dire Witch.

Be an evil god, it's your job!

Fishing during working hours, do you want to be fired by your boss?

No, the Dire Witch is the owner of the Night Witch Tea Party......

But even that wasn't a reason for him to endure so many undeserved prayers!

An Ying was justified again.

complained about the derelict Dire Witch in the form of an intra-brain meeting, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Coo-goo-goo......

Her stomach barked at an inopportune time, and An Ying, aware of her hunger, wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to forage for food.

But when he was halfway up and fell back into bed, he understood......

The exertion of receiving those prayers just now not only emptied his mental power, but also his physical body.

From the inside out, An Ying, who was double-hollowed out, tried to communicate with Erin, asking her to bring him something to eat, give him some strength, and take a break.

What made him feel powerless was that he was too weak to communicate with Erin through Heartfire.

What can I do?

Shouting loudly and physically calling Erin and Naya over to bring him food?

This is not in line with his style, he is the kind of person who still has dead fish eyes on the surface even if his heart is turbulent.

But if he didn't, he didn't seem to have any other way to call him

If you lose face, you will be embarrassed, and if you don't meet the style, you won't be in line, it's better than losing your life!

Knock knock knock......

"Brother Anying, why haven't you gotten up yet? My sister has already made breakfast, and we have eaten it too, and if you don't get up again, breakfast will be cold! ”

As Naya's soft, fragile voice sounded outside the door, An Ying suddenly dispelled the idea that he was ready to destroy his image and shout for help.

My good Naya, you are really my teammate and always surprise me when I need help!

Complimenting Naya in her heart, An Ying opened her mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

Wouldn't it be so draining that I don't even have the strength to speak?

After a few failed attempts, An Ying's heart was cold, and she no longer wanted to experience accepting the call of such a person all at once.

"People must have breakfast, Brother An Ying, I'll come in if you don't speak!"

Naya's voice came from outside the door again, and An Ying was deeply moved.

Naya, you're my little angel!

The door is unlocked, come in!

Who would have thought that at this time, Erin's voice with a hint of reproach sounded: "Naya, if your brother An Ying doesn't reply to you, it means that he has something, don't open the door at will and disturb him!" ”

Erin, you stubborn female knight of bad things.

Don't murder our little Naya!

"Maybe Brother An Ying just overslept, okay sister, we just told him to have breakfast, he has such a good temper, he won't be angry!"

Naya tried very hard to be optimistic and cheerful, and An Ying could feel it.

But she was still soft and weak when she spoke, as if anyone could bully her.

"Naya, listen to my sister, wait...... Don't push the door ......"

Erin was still a step slower, and Naya directly pushed open the door that An Ying did not lock.

At this moment, An Ying felt redeemed.

The door slowly opened, as if a ray of salvation had spilled in.

Naya, who came in in a wheelchair, also exuded a soft light of righteousness, which made An Ying feel at ease.

And Irene, who rushed into the house to stop Naya from entering, was like a demon who wanted his life.

Quickly came to An Ying's side, noticing his pale face, Naya lightly covered her small mouth: "Brother An Ying, why are you lying on the bed and not moving?" His face is so pale......"

An Ying showed a wry smile, he couldn't say anything, he only hoped that through his eyes, he could make Naya understand the predicament he was in now.

As if she could really understand what his silent eyes were saying, Naya immediately turned around, grabbed her sister Erin's hands with both hands, and shook her heart in a state of panic.

"Oh no, sister, Brother An Ying seems to have been hollowed out!"