The white-robed saints in robes came to the holy hall in unison, they sat in front of the long table, waiting for someone to give them fluffy bread and delicious mushroom soup, Xia Lingge and a group of players all crowded into a table, and the white plate in front of them was also placed with baked golden burnt bread, and a small bowl containing pieces of soup that were floating black like mushrooms.

But no one eats.

Zhang Xiaoshan may be hungry, he looked left and right and quietly stretched out his hand, wanting to grab a little bread first, Zhang Peng, who was sitting opposite him, immediately glared, and roared in a warning voice: "Don't move, don't implicate Lao Tzu if you want to die!" ”

Zhang Xiaoshan retracted his hand for a moment.

The large and white holy hall was unusually quiet, and there were bread and soup in front of the saints, but they stretched out their hands and crossed each other, bowed their heads and prayed, and Xia Lingge did the same, because not far behind them, there were always several pairs of eyes staring at them.

After another two minutes or so, the crisp sound of the bell seemed to be a promised grace, and the saints raised their heads in unison, and then tasted the food in front of them with gratitude.

But the rest of the players except Xia Lingge were very hesitant, Zhang Peng looked at the mushroom soup in front of him, picked up the spoon and turned around, scooped up a piece of mushrooms that were black and white, he frowned, and turned his head to look at Bai Xi: "You eat first." ”

Bai Xi glanced at Xia Lingge, who was eating very well, and hesitantly scooped up a spoonful of mushroom soup and put it to his lips, but he couldn't swallow it for a long time.

"Do you need help?"

The high-ranking saint, also dressed in white robes with embroidered trim but with silver stripes, walked up to them, his emaciated face with a gentle smile, but his eyes were hardly friendly.

He glanced at the bread and mushroom soup on the table: "My lord's grace." Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to know how many people are starving in this world, and how many people do not even have a drop of muddy water, the gods have given us food, we must know how to be grateful and know how to cherish it. ”

"Can you please eat them all? Otherwise, I will go and ask the chanter to call the shots and send you to the [confinement room]. ”

The three words [Confinement Room] are like invisible coercion, Zhang Peng, Bai Xi, Zhang Xiaoshan and the extremely sexy woman are all silent and bow their heads, the food in front of them is indeed very fragrant, but under the reflection of the horror copy, the food has become extremely distorted in their eyes.

Zhang Peng gritted his teeth, grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of it, and the rest of the people saw the same, the high-level saints were very satisfied with their gobbling, and when they turned around and were about to leave, Xia Lingge wiped his mouth in a chic manner, got up and said, "I'm done eating." ”

The High Saint paused: "My dear child, you have a bowl of soup left, God, and you don't like to waste food. ”

"I was about to tell you." Xia Lingge picked up the soup and looked at him seriously, "Do you have a lunch box?" ”

High Saint: "??? ”

Xia Lingge: "I want to pack it and be a supper." ”

The rest of the players: "Poof-"

High Saint: "???!! ”

Xia Lingge: "God, I can't bear to let his children get up in the middle of the night to make food, right, and I don't call it waste, I call it thrifty housekeeping." ”

High Saint: "......"

Zhang Peng and the others watched like this as the high-level saints brought something similar to a porcelain jar for Xia Lingge to pack, they were shocked, but Si Cheng was not shocked at all, and even, he was the second person to ask for packing after Xia Lingge, the reason was that he was afraid that the senior sister would not have enough supper.

Zhang Peng and the others hesitated to 'give some love', but when they were glanced at by the gloomy gaze of the senior saints, they were silenced.

From the time the chanter took them to worship to the end of the meal, it took almost ten minutes, Si Cheng walked out of the holy hall and didn't know where to run, Xia Lingge ignored him, and took advantage of the rest of the time to roughly circle the temple, and actually came to the library.

This is the only bronze wooden door in the whole temple, the intricate and exquisite patterns are engraved on it, Xia Lingge stretched out his hand and slowly pushed it open, there are countless bookshelves that can reach the sky, and the books of various colors and exquisite colors are arranged neatly, and the rows of books cover various languages, she took out a book and flipped through it, which is to describe the mythological stories of various Norse gods, put down this one and picked up another one, and found that it was the same.

She was holding a relatively heavy copy of "Norse Gods" and was going to read two pages, thinking that it was all about "gods", which might be helpful.

As soon as she opened the book, she suddenly heard the rustling sound of rubbing behind the bookshelf not far away, and the delicate panting one after another.

She was stunned for a moment, and walked slowly with light steps, the heavy books blocked her view, and she put her ears on the books to carefully discern them.

"I really didn't expect you to be like this."

The voice that seemed to be mocking and laughing was heavy, and Xia Lingge could hear that it was Zhang Peng's voice.

The answer to him was a woman, her breath was a little uneven but not lacking in coquettishness: "Whatever you say, whatever you say, if you dare to admit it at that time, I will not let you go even if I die......"

"How come, I, Zhang Pengke, have always been a man of his word, if you had been like this earlier, how could there be so many things, it seems that this [confinement room] is not without benefits."

"Don't, don't say it......"

The woman seemed reluctant to mention anything about the Confinement Chamber.

"But then again, we both know each other so well that I don't know what your name is." Zhang Peng said as if unintentionally.

The woman seemed to want to refuse: "It's not that you don't want to ask these ......"

"Say!"

"Zhou, Zhou Wei ......"

"Which 'wei'?"

"Rose ......"

Xia Lingge blinked, there are a total of seven people in this copy, among them, in addition to her, there are two girls, the quiet girl who came with Zhang Peng is called Bai Xi, and the remaining sexy woman is probably this Zhou Wei.

Now, only the boy in the cap is left who doesn't know what it's called.

After obtaining the information she needed, she quietly turned around to leave, but the corner of the book she was holding slammed into the shelf with a slight 'dang' sound.

"Who ?!!"

Zhang Peng roared.

Xia Lingge hurriedly turned around and ran towards the gate, throwing the thick book in his hand towards the top of the spiral staircase as he ran.

"Dead girl, stop me!"

There was a loud shout from behind him, Xia Lingge paused for a moment, and then ran faster, saying that if you stop, just stop? Then she has no face.

Zhang Peng was also a little angry, and took out the books in the wooden shelf and threw them at her back, Xia Lingge heard a rapid wind coming, and the figure turned to the side, quickly dodging over.

"Okay, little hairy girl, there are two brushes."

Zhang Peng tidied up his clothes and twisted his neck, and slammed each other with his hands into fists: "Come, tell Lao Tzu what are you doing here?" And how much overheard? ”

Idiot.

Xia Lingge turned his head and didn't want to pay attention, but Zhang Peng's arrogance was even stronger, "What's the matter, are you afraid?" ”