Section 88

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date="2020-11-05"

title="Section 88"

weight="101685"

series = ["The Villain Has Been Coveting Me for a Long Time"]

mode = "manual"

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Shen Fengyue meditated, "The Son of Darkness is on the opposite side of the mainland. What we should consider now is the question of when to go out."

headquarter.

The technical department sent an emergency notification in a sudden, saying that the data judgment was wrong and the bug identification was wrong.

The leader supports the amount and requires intervention in auxiliary procedures.

[Dingdong, the auxiliary program is being implanted...]

[Dingdong, the auxiliary program implantation failed, the auxiliary program will be closed soon. 】

【Ding Dong, the auxiliary program is closed and destroyed automatically. 】

The bug identification failed, the auxiliary program could not be inserted, and the entire company was in a state of desperation.

Chapter Table of Contents

Shen Fengyue still didn't know what the Illuminati Church meant for the result of his trial, but soon he understood and experienced it firsthand.

The next day, when the sky was still bright, Shen Fengyue was woken up early in the morning.

The floor of the palace is made of ice-cold stone bricks, and paint is applied on it, and it feels cold to the touch. He is now a prisoner again. Naturally, the accommodation conditions are not good. His shirt does not cover his body, he does not have a bedding cover, and he doesn't even think about pillows.

Last night, he put his arms around his chest, shrank himself into a small shrimp, curled up to sleep on the ground. The ground was cold and bitter, and the exposed skin contacted the floor tiles, which made goose bumps irritated.

I was frozen and awake several times all night, and after a long time to go to sleep, but also slept very shallowly, and even a little loud noise could wake him up.

Shen Fengyue half-opened his eyes impatiently, his pupils were still a little dizzy, he subconsciously hugged himself tightly, trying to absorb a little bit of temperature.

The attendants stuffed a set of clothes into the cage and blessed a few more words.

Shen Fengyue listened, to the effect that Master Shengzi would come and recite the holy scriptures for him for several hours every day, so that he could purify his soul as soon as possible, and then surrender to the God of Light and devote himself to serving something. This is the clean clothes sent by Shengzi. Let him put on them quickly. Master Shengzi is coming soon.

Shen Fengyue turned around, turned her back to them, and closed her eyes again. The few attendants saw him in such a negative attitude, and they were yelling outside the cage, clamoring for about five minutes, and no amount of sleepiness disappeared.

The person in the cage finally sat up slowly, half-draped eyelids, and looked at them impatiently and said, "Go out, I know how to wear it."

Seeing that pair of silver pupils without any color, the clamoring voices of the attendants suddenly stopped, and the words in their mouths stopped abruptly.

They looked at each other, and they all read from the eyes of their companions that this traitor was not easy. It's better not to provoke him, so they went out together and closed the door intimately.

The clothes on his body were already in tatters, and they turned into rags with a slight pull. Shen Fengyue threw the rags in her hands out of the cage, and then changed into the clothes she sent.

The clothes are clean and tidy, with pure cotton texture, which makes them fit and comfortable to wear.

After he changed his clothes, he didn't bother to move. He leaned back and leaned against the wall to continue brewing sleepiness.

Siodor came at this time. He always likes to be quiet. He doesn't like to hug a lot of people around him. So today he didn't bring any extra people. He alone came with a red background and gold rim. The palace where Shen Fengyue was imprisoned.

He wanted to get closer, but was blocked by a ball of rags thrown on the ground, so he stood a little bit behind the rags.

Shen Fengyue noticed that someone was coming, and raised her lazily eyelids, and then she covered it again after discovering that it was him.

The scripture was held in the hand, white and slender fingers turned over the pages of the book, and started reading on the first page. The voice was not high or low, flat and moderate, without ups and downs:

"The God of Light has mercy on the world, so he gave us light. The holy light descended from the sky, allowing all things to be sheltered and nourished by it. Therefore, the world knows your way, and all nations know your salvation..."

"God is generous, all living beings enjoy his blessings, the nations praise him, and the nations praise him..."

Siodor stood straight, regardless of whether Shen Fengyue was listening or not, reading at his own pace ignorantly.

His voice is too plain and detailed, and the content of the scripture is long and consistent, like the scene of Shen Fengyue listening to the teacher in class during her school career. And often the effect of this situation is surprisingly consistent, that is, lethal hypnosis.

Shen Fengyue yawned and listened. As she listened, she became full of tiredness, and her eyelids slowly closed down.

He is very sleepy, so he has no energy. There were only two of them in the palace. One was sleeping with his eyes closed, while the other was reciting the long scriptures. It was extremely quiet for a while, only Siodor's peaceful voice reverberated in the space.

"Great Lord Guangming, we respect and love you. You bestow us with the supreme glory, hold a fair balance in your hand, judge all people fairly, and guide all nations in the world..."

"The world cheers, the world is grateful, this is the honor and praise you deserve..."

I have to say that the giant sleeping pill is really effective, and Shen Fengyue just listened to it for a while before it passed away completely and went into deep sleep.

When he was sleeping well and then got up again, a long time had passed, and Siodor was still reading the scriptures, and his voice was as loud as the beginning.

Shen Fengyue looked at him and found that the other party did not bring a water glass, so he admired the man in his heart. Hey, it turns out that worshipping the God of Light also requires strength. For example, after reading a book for a few hours, you can stop drinking without a sip of water, and your face will not change.

Siodor has almost read the end of today's arrangement. Shen Fengyue is full of sleep and full of energy, and is about to start acting as a monster.

He sat on the floor, drawing circles on the floor with his hands boringly. The smooth floor tiles are connected to the fingers, and the fingers slide across the starting point and it is cold.

"Master Saint, aren't you tired?" he asked.

Siodor did not respond, like a ruthlessly set machine, meticulously following the set procedure.

Shen Fengyue was ignored and didn't mind, she was still trying to talk to each other, but the Lord Shengzi on the opposite side was just like Fahai, who didn't listen or watch him.

As a result, Shen Fengyue was finally discouraged and said helplessly: "Are you taking this as a surpass?"

Doesn't it seem like you are saving him in this way? The whole book is the rainbow fart of the god of light. Shen Fengyue was expressionless when she heard it, and felt that after a few days of listening, he would quickly understand the essentials, and then blew it out in a unique way.

Siodor was still reading his own, and without Shen Fengyue's harassment, he quickly finished reading. He closed the holy scripture, held it in his hand, and left when he moved.

Shen Fengyue saw his move to leave, and hurriedly called him: "Master Saint Son!"

Siodor continued to walk a few steps forward.

"Master Saint Son!"

Shen Fengyue called several times before stopping the other party, but did not turn around.

"My benevolent Lord Son, I have an unsympathetic request for the humble." Shen Fengyue said, "It's really boring to stay in this cage. If you don't find it bothersome, you can bring me something different every day. OK?"

The man in front of him turned his back to him, and he said to himself: "Actually, I did this for a reason. I think, I have only seen this stuff outside, knowing the pros of the mainland, and the tolerance of Lord Guangming. In order to be more sincere and sincere to him. This will help purify my dirty heart, and it will also relieve you of some work burdens."

"Don't you think?"

Siodor turned around, didn't speak, just glanced at him with cold icy blue eyes, then lifted his foot away.

The glib guy.

Shen Fengyue touched her bald head, Shengzi left silently, wondering if he had agreed to his request. But when he was on a whim, he didn't care about it, so naturally he didn't expect others to bring it to him.

He was lying on the ground in a large font, facing the small window, looking up at the blue sky outside from a subtle angle, letting go of himself, letting his thoughts roam freely between heaven and earth.

This is a joke, but I didn't think that people actually took it seriously.

On the second day, Siodor finished reading the scriptures as usual, and put a picture book through the railing and placed it in front of him.

Shen Fengyue was drowsy when she heard it, she opened her eyes only after the sound stopped, and the picture book in front of her flew all his sleepiness.

He rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Siodor really brought him something.

The cover of the picture book in front of me was painted with a sun. Looking at the cover, I probably guessed the content. Shen Fengyue was helpless. It really looked like the master of the Saint Son.

Trace your fingers along the edge of the picture book, and the corners of the hard shell cover on the corners of your fingertips, leaving a small mark.

Shen Fengyue smiled: "Thank you."

Siodor just hummed and didn't say much, and gave him the book as if the task had been completed, and turned and left.

After he left, Shen Fengyue flipped through the picture book casually. The cover is the content, and the content is official and orthodox. It is all about the great God of Light. It is the same, and it looks really boring.

But this was the only way he was locked here to pass the boring time, so even so, he still watched with gusto.

The next day Siodor read the holy scriptures to him as usual. Shen Fengyue didn't sleep this time. After all, he slept when he was bored, and people who lack sleep would not feel sleepy.

He was lying on his side on the ground, with a voluptuous posture that didn't look like he looked like, but no one said about him here, so everything was left to him.

Siodor was studying, and Shen Fengyue put the picture book in front of him, opened the book, and watched what he had read many times. Then he took a look at the book intentionally or unintentionally, then looked up at Siodor, smiling and nodding against the straight figure standing in front of him, commenting from time to time: "It really looks like."

Maybe he laughed too far, disrupting Siodor's religious chanting, or maybe the latter's mind moved slightly and wanted to explore the secret.

He stopped to look at him, but Shen Fengyue lowered her head to concentrate on the picture book, without making any noise.

Silence filled the two of them. They were exhausting. In the end, Siodor couldn't help it. He asked, "Like what?"

"Huh?" Shen Fengyue said in surprise, and pointed at herself, "Master Shengzi was asking me just now?"

His acting skills are so pretentious that he didn't even look at the system, reminding him: "Old Shen, the acting is too fake."

Siodor didn't speak, just stared at him.

Shen Fengyue was stared at by him and didn't care. Instead, she stretched out a long waist leisurely, her bones creaking slightly because of the movements. He sat up from the ground and smiled quickly: "Like—" He stretched his voice.

"Like the God of Light, with blond hair and blue eyes, the Son of God is really like a legendary god. Just like the God of Light is alive!" He said, holding up the picture book and turning to the page with the God of Light. , And then point with your finger.

On that page, the God of Light bestows light on all beings, and the people below kneel down and worship. The bright god in the painting has blond hair and blue eyes, a compassionate expression, and his eyes flat.

The icy blue eyes in the painting interacted with reality. Siodor frowned, and corrected him with a serious tone: "You can't scorn the gods when you drag Si La."

There was still a lazy smile on Shen Fengyue's mouth, and she glanced at the other with a wink, knowing that she should not continue, or she might roll over. So he immediately corrected his saying: "Yes, yes, the brilliance of Lord Guangming shines everywhere and nourishes all people. It is a street lamp that guides our way forward and allows mankind to develop further. We should all respect him and worship him, and serve Lord Guangming God wholeheartedly... "

After listening to the holy scripture for three days, Shen Fengyue, who has mastered the trick of rainbow farts, really came here with ease. Sure enough, after listening to him say this, the arc of Siodor's brows gradually smoothed out, and he picked up the scripture again and read it.

The top of Shen Fengyue's head was shining with colorful glazed light, the light was strong, and his sight was contaminated by these colorful colors.

But it was not in Siodor's place. I thought it was to make the light clear and make the eyes feel better. Another skylight was opened above his head. Shen Fengyue looked up and found that there was a golden glaze inlaid there.

So the light was golden, sprinkled from the sky, shining on the top of the head, like a light shining from heaven.

Holy, pure and inviolable.

Siodor stood there, his slender eyelashes were traced with a faint gleam of light, he looked serious and noble.

Shen Fengyue stared at him in a daze. Suddenly a breeze blew by, and one or two white flocculent objects flew to the side of his face, pinched in his hand, and found that it was a dandelion seed.

He looked behind him sideways and found that a dandelion was born there at some unknown time. He picked the dandelion, which was fluffy, like a small round pompon.

Shen Fengyue raised the dandelion, placed it on Siodor's figure, and blew it lightly.

The dandelions fluttered and danced in a ball, and the white fluff, with seeds and hope, floated away, towards Siodor's direction. The colorful glazed light has plated them with beautiful edges, and the edges of each velvet are painted in fine detail.

Siodor Yuguang noticed everything that happened here, and didn't know what this person was doing with dandelions.

For a long time, when he refocused his attention on the holy scripture in his hand, the man suddenly spoke:

"By the way, to correct it, Silky Sira is a fixed term for our clan. I have my own name, my name is..."

"Shen Fengyue." The other party said his name to him.

Siodor's voice paused for a while, but he quickly covered it up.

Shen Fengyue noticed this subtle change, and he smiled softly.

Chapter Table of Contents

Shen Fengyue has been detained here for a few weeks, during which time he will definitely enter the hour-long "Sacred Reading of the Day" session to listen to Siodor. He has heard that he is detached.

No matter how hard 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 Siodor read some chapters, he could still add a sentence or two casually.

Forget it, what made Shen Fengyue the most unbearable was the incredible punishment of shaving her head. His hair grows fast, short hair will appear on his head in a few days, and he feels a little tied to the touch.

Whenever Shen Fengyue touched the little hair that emerged, he would shed moving tears. His hair finally returned to QAQ.

But Siodor's eyes are very venomous, and every time he can keenly detect a little bit of his hair, Shen Fengyue's head is still warm, and someone will shave him the next moment.

The hair that had taken a stubble of hair was shaved, and the bright bald head reappeared in the world. This process was repeated several times, just like harvesting leeks, one crop, one crop, and the endless recycling of resources.

Shen Fengyue felt that she could not continue to sit and wait for death, and that she had to take some actions.

On this day, Siodor entered the door and just opened the book and read a sentence or two, but he was stopped by Shen Fengyue: "Master Shengzi!"

Siodor looked up and found that the person in the cage was particularly energetic today. He looked at him with bright eyes and waved to him: "Master Saint, come here!"

"What's the matter with you?" Siodor didn't move forward, but stayed where he was, placing the book in his hands.

Shen Fengyue leaned close to the cage, sat down, her eyebrows curled up, and she smiled very purely: "Dear Lord Sage, the villain has listened to you recite the sacred scriptures of Lord Guangming God and listened to the teachings of the holy voice. Some feelings. It's just—" He stretched his intonation, and his voice changed.

Siodor had doubts in his eyes and motioned for him to speak quickly.

"It's just that the villain still has some doubts about the contents of the sacred scriptures, and I hope my dear Lord Son can give me some pointers." He said again.

Shen Fengyue’s mouth is sweet, one mouthful of a dear son, his tone is respectful and kind, if he is an ordinary person, he would be so dizzy, Siodor is not an ordinary person, his heart