Lan Shuying's gaze sank.

Located at the temple headquarters in the Holy Capital, that was where she had to go. There will always be a result in the struggle between kingship and theocracy, and this result will be written by her.

She spoke slowly, "God won't blame you. ”

Fingers slid over the surface of the two coconuts in turn, representing the acceptance of the gift, and then she returned them to Dorjee's hand and solemnly admonished, "Send it to the child named Lily, and the goddess will bless her." ”

The slightly immature face was covered with solemnity.

There was no throne behind her, and there was no fancy dress on her body, but people hardly dared to look at her, only that every word she said should be listened to, because it was a supreme being who was talking to the world through her mouth.

A few empty words, plus borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, this was already a great encouragement for Dorjee, and he excitedly picked up the fruit.

It was then that he heard a question that would change his life.

"Dorjee, are you willing to be my follower?"

……

Dorjee was an outcast, who was supposed to have grown up in his own tribe, but was born too thin to be accepted by his clan, and it happened that year that a woman's only son died of fever, after which she adopted him.

This woman was Sears' sister and Agatha's aunt.

This unreliable kinship made him know the sisters since he was a child.

Compared with the arrogant and rude and good at pretending, Dorjee's heart has always been closer to the taciturn Agatha.

Under the tutelage of his adoptive mother, Dorjee was a devout believer. Agatha would become a goddess incarnate, a creed that her adoptive mother often talked about.

Therefore, in the face of Lan Shuying's question, he agreed without thinking about it.

Dorjee quit his job in the temple kitchen and built a log cabin next door to ensure that he was closest to Agatha.

The next day, the girl knocked on his door, smiled and asked the second question: "Dorjee, do you want to learn to fly?" ”

"Fly?" The boy repeated in confusion.

But he soon understood what she meant.

His eager gaze followed the white and petite figure.

She is like a cloud, dancing briskly, leaving her footprints on the curtain of blue sky.

Sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, it is impossible to guess where her next landing will be, and the chase is destined to be a useless exercise.

Dorjee clenched his fists excitedly.

He knelt down and reverently pressed his forehead to the ground, and it was a miracle that no one had the ability to fly like Agatha, and he did not even dare to ask her how she did it.

Does this need to be asked?

Agatha is the true goddess incarnate.

She is not human, she should sit on the throne of the Holy Capital, and countless people worship her, offer sacrifices, and tell her wishes.

Lan Shuying stopped beside him, feeling a little helpless.

The beliefs of the Paramatans are truly love-hate and love-hate.

"You get up first."

It was outside, and she didn't reach out to help him, even though there was no one around. It is a rule not to touch anyone other than saints and dear women.

"I'll teach you how it works, it's actually very simple, and most people can learn it." She said honestly. In the martial arts plane, light power is just a common short-distance mode of transportation, but fuel has become a person's internal force.

But Dorjee's face turned white with fright, and he stubbornly retorted in a low voice: "That's a power that only a god can master." ”

"......" Lan Shuying grimaced her face and decisively changed her expression: "God told me that she will give you this ability." ”

The boy immediately bowed eagerly, vowing to study seriously.

Okay, this is the right way to open, tired of heart, Lan Shuying sighed and started the first day of teaching.

……

"Miss Agatha is out again?" The bearded man stood in the doorway in distress, next to Alesa, who was desperate to win his favor.

She blinked and said softly, "Yes, with Dorjee." ”

Hearing this, the bearded man glanced down at her.

The little girl's calculations could not escape the eyes of the old hunter.

"Aha, Dorjee, I remember him, is Miss Agatha's brother! I believe that he must be a very strong young man in the future. ”

However, Alesa was not satisfied with his reply.

Didn't he come to evaluate Agatha? It should be a sin to go out with a male playmate without permission! She almost thought that this uncle had grown into his head because his beard was too long, and he had spoiled the contents of it!

So, Alesa reminded: "Dorjee is not our brother, he is just an adopted child of Aunt Luna." ”

The bearded man snorted twice and changed the subject: "Why didn't you see your father?" Is Sears not home today? ”

In this poor country, he was most satisfied with Barbara's wine, and the only person who could sit and drink with him was Sears, who was also an adult male. Although, the Sears, who is said to have broken his brain, was only released from the utility room yesterday.

Aretha is stuck.

Trepidation in the depths of her blue eyes made her quick words, "No! I didn't see him today! ”

The little girl was flustered like a cat with its tail stepped on, and she didn't even think to explain: if she hadn't seen Sears today, how could she be sure he wasn't home?

It's getting overcast and it's likely to rain today.

This silence made Alesa feel more and more empty.

……

Sears was released yesterday afternoon.

Came out with a foul smell.

It was the smell of not bathing for many days, plus the smell of feces and fishiness caused by casual defecation in the utility room.

Barbara jumped on a chair and poured well water on his head without mercy!

"Fool" Sears pounced on her as usual.

He tried his best, but unfortunately the long period of detention and starvation emptied his foundation.

Lost again.

Alaisa crouched in the corner, her expression disdainful.

She had known that her father was a waste, that he was no match for any of the men her mother had ever mentioned, even though they belonged to the world outside the village.

So, when he panted weakly and beckoned to her, Aletha didn't hesitate to turn and run.

Behind her, Sears' eyes darkened, followed by remorse, madness, and disgust.

He was going to fight for his dignity.

Poke out what the woman did.

Let her kneel before the stake and confess to everyone!

"What kind of eyes are you?!" Barbara slapped him brutally and beat him to the brim.

Then she mocked.

Repeat to him what he had said many times: for example, if he hadn't been troubled, she would have married the handsome tavern owner instead of being a toiling yellow-faced woman in this broken village.

Sears let out a mouthful of blood and turned his face away, he didn't want to look at her.

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