Connecting with the gods, the next day.

Sheng Zilan felt that the wind in the morning of the temple seemed to blow softer than usual.

Standing in the prayer temple, the prayer ceremony that is tormented on weekdays seems to be nothing.

Although it is a relief of the twelve main gods and the god of light.

But in his heart, he read Gu Yao's name.

The prayer ceremony also became a little more pleasant.

“.......”

Lan, when I close my eyes, I can still remember the world that I perceived at the moment and was fleeting.

Magnificent, colorful, mysterious and people can't help but fall into it, belonging to the inner world of that girl god.

The mixed tastes in the world, seven emotions and six desires, seem to be in it, only a very small part.

It's so deep that it seems to be more precious than anything else.

He opened his eyes and pushed open the windows of the temple.

Looking outside, the sun is rising, and as far as the eye can see, there is light.

It seems like it's been a long time, and it's not been so easy.

Click-

There was a noise at the door.

Arashi collected her thoughts and turned her head.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there would be people in the hall so early.

"Arashi ......"

The young man quickly smiled.

Hearing this, the man lowered his eyes and slowly turned around.

Stand still and look at Oscar.

"You shouldn't be here at this time."

The tone was rarely a little low, and serious.

Oscar coughed a few times and didn't seem to be in good shape.

He smiled and said:

"I'm sorry that the gods have brought me here."

Lan's expression paused slightly.

The other party seemed to know very well how to rub salt on his wounds, and pointed to the statues of the gods behind him:

"Yesterday, I heard the faint whispers of the gods..... It was a little more intense this morning, so I'm here. ”

"As a priest, should I be qualified to perform prayer ceremonies in the temple?"

Lan didn't say anything more, picked up the holy stone on the table, and walked out.

The moment he passed by, the blonde man turned his head:

"As an old friend, you don't seem to welcome me...... What are you afraid of? ”

The man stopped, turned his head, and looked at Oscar.

The young man who used to look at him with sincerity and sincerity, after taking away his divine power, returned again, and it seemed that he finally showed his original bad side without scruples.

"As you said, you are not welcome in the temple......."

As for what he was afraid of.....

The man's gray-blue eyes were filled with a sigh and coldness.

"I'm scared...... It's behind you. ”

In a word, a crack appeared on Oscar's face, which made the perfect smile on his face.

"What do you know ......?"

But the man didn't bother, pushed the door, and walked out.

Oscar stood in place, his back covered in fine sweat.

When I looked up and saw the statues of the twelve main gods, I slowly calmed down.

......

As night fell, Gu Yao, as a paladin, was about to start working overtime again.

Out of tacit understanding, Arashi tonight, the posture of climbing on the roof, is skillful and fast.

Then, the two of them sat on the temple of prayer and looked at the moon.

Tonight, though, a light bulb popped up.

"It's down there, Dad, do you want to him?"

007 floats in mid-air, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Gu Yao lowered his head and looked at a huge magic array centered on the Temple of Prayer, glowing in the night.

And the Holy Son beside him did not notice anything.

He could not see the power of any magical element.

Gu Yao stood up, his gaze moved down, penetrating the roof, and he could see at a glance the blonde man standing next to the statue of the twelve main gods.

It's Oscar.

"This magic array should be something made by the twelve main gods, and it was used by Oscar so quickly....."

It was obviously a punishment for her, but it was used in the temple of prayer.

This is where the Son stays every day.

The purpose of the Oscars is self-evident.

"Arashi."

In the moonlight, the girl leaned over, and the black crow's hair was blown by the wind, brushing the tip of the man's nose.

Arashi stretched out his hand and brushed it.

Looking at the person who called him with some doubt.

The girl stretched out her hand, with an unclear look on her face: "Take my hand." ”