Section 92

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date="2020-11-05"

title="Section 92"

weight="101689"

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

mode = "manual"

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? To adore a rebellious person is the least allowable and least supposed to happen. "

The pope stared at him with clear eyes, trying to see something from it. There was a faint expectation on his face, hoping that Siodor would be able to say that all of this was false in the next moment. He left his head fainted. Said the wrong thing.

But he didn't, he just shook his head gently.

Siodor has been trained in the orthodox thoughts of the Holy See of Light since he was a child, and has always obeyed the doctrines and rules, and has never had such rebellious ideas. The pope cultivated him since he was a child. He has good character, firm beliefs, and prudent behavior. If he doesn't make big mistakes, he is the best candidate for the next pope.

But it was such an excellent seedling who made a mistake when he came to his head. This made the Pope very unacceptable. He paced in the temple irritably. After walking for a while, he suddenly glared at Siodor and said, "Kneel to me. under!"

This sentence obviously represents that the Pope is angry and has another deep meaning-he wants to use the caning.

Siodor knelt down, untied his jacket, and knelt on the ground with his upper body exposed, facing the statue of God of Light.

The pope brought a long whip, which was a slender whip. The black whip was attached with fine spikes, and the spikes reflected the cold light of Lingling under the light.

The whip designed in this way will only cause harm to the police, but will not endanger people's lives. It is specially used for criminal law.

"I beat you to make you reflect and remember your mistakes." After the words, a whip was slammed.

A bloody welt immediately appeared on the white back. There were already some corrosion-induced wounds on Siodor's body. This welt was superimposed on it, running across the entire back, and then there were traces of blood from it. Slowly emerge.

Siodor stiffened, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, pain came from his back, but he didn't say a word, and forcibly drowned all the pain in his mouth.

"Wrong?" the pope asked him.

Siodor replied: "I got it wrong."

Holding the whip's hand relaxed, the pope thought he had changed his mind: "It's good if you know your mistakes. If you know your mistakes, let's give up the traitor."

Siodor shook his head.

The pope was anxious, and another whip was struck down. The whip was slapped harder, and the spikes rubbed the flesh, and even scraped away some fine skins, leaving a deeper and more painful mark.

"Are you wrong? Don't give up?"

Siodor simply closed his eyes and answered with silent silence.

The pope struck a few more whips, and every time he struck him, he asked whether he knew it was wrong or not, but Siodor refused all of them.

One after another welts fell on the back, and in a short while, the entire back was covered. Large drops of sweat flowed down the hair. The blond hair was wet and twisted into strands. Siodor gritted his teeth, even though He was beaten so bloody that he didn't say a word.

The pope was tired, and threw the whip in his hand to the ground. Glancing at Siodor, who was kneeling on the ground and keeping his eyes closed, it seemed that the latter was determined to be with the traitor.

"You have repented here and confessed to the God of Light. I'll give you three days, and I will see your answer in three days." The pope walked away, and when his long robe passed Siodor, he brought a small gust of wind.

The door of the temple opened and closed. Siodor opened his eyes only after the Pope walked away. He straightened his back, with the lash marks on his back. The blood oozes and converges, flowing in all directions, in a short while It dripped on the floor tiles, forming a small pool of blood.

He looked up, his ice-blue eyes were extremely clear, and his gaze fell on this lifeless stone statue.

He looked at the idol, and the god had a compassionate look, as if he was pitying his current situation.

Siodor was silent for a moment, then took out a small brooch from the side of his underwear.

A bunch of carefully tied silver hair is pinned on the back of the brooch, and an eye is inlaid on the front. The eyes are silver, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, as if smiling at him. Through this eye, the owner who is behind it seems to be smiling at him.

"My dear..." A long sigh.

Siodor examined the brooch carefully for a moment, then put it back into the underwear after a long while, pressing it with his hand, feeling full of security in his heart.

"My benevolent father, I have fallen into the kingdom of invisible sin." He knelt down in front of the gods and pleaded for his faith.

The expressions of the gods have not changed, but they are still fair and just, showing mercy to all beings. Stand there quietly, watching all beings, watching all beings suffer, watching all beings die.

But God said to him, you are guilty.

Siodor put his hand on the place where the brooch was placed, and felt the existence of the round object through the thin cloth.

He lowered his head and thought in silence that he was indeed guilty, and his crime was love. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't fall in love with.

But he... willingly.

God said again, poor man, you have gone astray.

But what is the right way and what is the wrong way?

God finally said that love of the same sex is a dead end.

So he was sentenced to death, let love and faith together, drag him into the endless abyss of hell.

Siodor has always been a devout believer with firm beliefs, but at the same time he is unwilling to give up his love for others.

Before acknowledging his will, he would never back down; before Faith’s judgment against him, he also bowed his head to accept.

This is Siodor's love and Siodor's belief.

He knelt in front of the idol, bowed his head and closed his eyes, put his hands on the brooch, and piously read the Holy Book of Light over and over again.

The calm and cold chanting echoed over and over again in this empty hall.

Three days later, the door of the temple opened again, and the pope appeared. He did not come in, but stood at the door, and asked the man who had been kneeling in the temple for three days: "Siodor, have you thought about it?"

The kneeling man memorized the scriptures for three days, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry."

He finally went down to the god image deeply, and this was his answer.

The pope understood what he meant, shook his head and sighed, disappointed in him. He couldn't bear to look at him again, turned and left, gently closing the door.

The verdict is about to proceed.

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After all, Shen Fengyue did not wait for Siodor, and he heard the news that Siodor was about to be sentenced when his wound was crusted.

The news that the son of Guangming was executed for impure beliefs spread all over the streets. People came in groups after hearing the wind, dragging their families with their mouths, some with the mentality of watching theater, some resentful, and some doubtful.

Shen Fengyue had so many wounds all over her body that she didn't want to be exposed, so she wrapped a hooded black suit on her body. He hid in the crowd and followed the crowd to the execution ground.

The system was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, so before firing, he persuaded him: "Old Shen, let's go, don't look."

Shen Fengyue refused: "No, I can't go, I have to watch it with my own eyes."

When the Dark Son died, the task completion notification did not come, indicating that their task target was indeed wrong. But at that moment, Shen Fengyue had a faint feeling in her heart.

——Siodor, maybe the real bug candidate. The moment he guessed the truth, he had already given up, abandoning this mission.

Perhaps destiny really does not allow reversal, even if he does not want to do so subjectively, and try to avoid this. But in the end, the development of the situation is still unchangeable and firmly heading towards the already set ending.

The crowd surrounded the three and three layers of the executed person in the middle, and Shen Fengyue could not get in the front row and was far behind by the crowd. He wrapped himself tightly, covered himself up and down, leaving only a pair of eyes to show through. He didn't dare to meet people's gaze, for fear of exposing the strangeness and teaching others to see through his identity.

Siodor was fastened to a wooden cross, with iron ropes wrapped around his limbs and neck to prevent him from escaping.

The silk clothes Huafu has been taken off, and the decoration on his hair has also been removed. He wears only a thin white robe.

Shen Fengyue hid in the corner, widened her eyes, stared unblinkingly, and watched as the god servant read the verdict against him in public.

Falling in love with men, and falling in love with rebels, should be punished by fire.

After the sentence was read, people threw buckets of alcohol on him, and then threw a burning torch at him.

He closed his eyes forcefully, then forced himself to open, watching all this. Tears flowed in his eyes, and the tears condensed into a thick wall to block everything from the outside world. He blinked again, tears filled his eyes, and he barely recovered a little clarity in front of him, enough to see the prospect of his eyes.

As soon as the torch was connected to the alcohol, the flame rose immediately and quickly spread over Siodor's clothes. The fragile and thin clothes could not withstand the fierce offensive of the flames. They were instantly ignited and burnt to blackness. In the blink of an eye they climbed up along the broken clothes.

Then the tongue of fire began to lick his lover's face. It burned with Siodor's golden blonde hair as brilliant as the sun, and his lover raised his head high and opened his eyes full of stars, as if to tell God his unrepentance.

His eyebrows are flat, no frowning is seen, humans and gods are separated, and his mind has already drifted far away, perhaps drifting to heaven, asking the gods for sin, or drifting to a family in a distant village, as if he could not feel the heat The flames.

Tears flowed down the crusted wound. The salty tears hurt the wound, but Shen Fengyue couldn't care about it, so she could only cover her face and cry silently.

Siodor confessed his serious sins to the gods, and Shen Fengyue also confessed, whether he did a mistake in pulling Siodor from his pious beliefs.

He was wondering whether Siodor regretted it and hated him.

The answer is here, those eyes are so beautiful, there is a fine light in the eyes, the icy blue liquid flows, there is value, there is firmness... but there is no hatred and regret.

In those eyes, there was never regret.

Shen Fengyue heard the abuse and contempt of Siodor by the people around him, but he could not hear the painful sound of his lover.

Siodor was silent, just as when he was forced to abandon Shen Fengyue when he knelt before the idol and was flogged.

This is his answer, to the pope, to the gods, and to Shen Fengyue.

He is using death to express his loyalty to love and the atonement for faith.

This love ceases to die; this sin also ceases to die.

The fire finally surrounded Siodor, and the light... went out.

[Ding Dong, the bug has been cleared, please leave the world as soon as possible. 】

The people tied up on the execution rack were silent, and the flow of people gradually left. Even the executive officer also left, leaving only a lonely figure on the square, looking at the execution rack.

When the long-lost news came, Shen Fengyue unexpectedly felt an incomparable irony. It turned out that it really couldn't be changed, and the law that was above all beings couldn't be resisted.

He felt liquid flowing through his face and at the same time there was a burning sensation. He stretched out his hand and found it was bright red.

Is this... blood and tears?

The silver eye pupils changed, and the redness gradually faded, and finally filled the pupils. Drops of blood and tears flowed from the red eyes, and Shen Fengyue only felt a pain in his eyes, and his vision began to become blurred, as if he was going blind.

The physique of the "God Rebel" has always been a mystery, and Shen Fengyue guessed what mysterious conditions were triggered.

A raging fire ignited where the blood and tears flowed, tears burned the eyes, and light was deprived little by little.

Shen Fengyue was already half-blind. Taking advantage of the fact that he could still see something in his eyes, he stumbled towards the execution frame, knelt down and hugged the scorched figure, and then plunged into eternal darkness.

Tears cried on him, and the flames that caused him also burned on him. Shen Fengyue remained motionless, blindly he was holding Siodor's remains, crying and enduring the punishment the other party had endured.

"Shen Fengyue! Shen Fengyue! Go away, the task is completed, hurry up and leave, what are you doing stupidly!"

"Shen Fengyue!"

"Hurry up!" The system yelled in his ear, but he could not hear any sound. You can only hold your lover's body and share this peace with him.

The flame burned bigger and bigger, and the bright red was like a sea of ​​blooming roses. In the sea of ​​fire there is a crying person who loses all colors, and tears of blood flow from his blind eyes, as if to mourn and witness this love burning in the raging fire.

In a daze, Shen Fengyue seemed to hear the sound of a broken object, and then, one after another broken pictures flashed in his mind.

He heard someone ask softly in his ear: "Do you like roses?"

The sharp blade pierced into the body and let out a chuckle. Someone bent down and hugged him. Blood gurgled from the wound, and red flowers bloomed on the white school uniform.

--who are you?

Someone nodded at him, smiled lightly, and turned into starlight. Before he dissipated, he said, "Goodbye, Shen Fengyue."

——Why do you want to say goodbye?

"May the empress be happy and peaceful, and Changle Wuji will be happy forever. For this reason, the death of the minister is also a pity." Someone said to him with a smile like this. Then a locked door appeared in front of him. He kept tapping the door, but he couldn't open it.

A person with a smile on his face, tears mixed with blue blood, blue pearls fell into the sea one by one, and then his body slowly sank into the sea without a trace.

"Gululululu..."

"You betrayed me."

There was a sound of gunfire in a trance, he saw a man fire a shot at his temple, and then resolutely fell into the rough sea.

"Shen Caocao..." Someone sighed in his ear and called out, the snow is all over the sky, the snowflakes are flying, a man is still in front of him protecting him, his lips are faint Smile, tenderly.

Finally he saw the pious face of his lover in the raging fire.

"I love you."

Who are they? ! Who is speaking? ! They... love him deeply!

Shen Fengyue had a splitting headache and had a nervous breakdown. The memory of rushing out of the cage swept over him, drawing him into the rushing emotions.

[Ding Dong, I noticed that the host’s emotions are out of control, and are now forced to undergo emotional stripping...]

[Ding Dong, emotional stripping is complete. 】

[Ding Dong, the spiritual connection is broken. 】

headquarter.

Everyone watched that the source code that had all turned into normal blue and white turned into red in an instant, and the light screen was full of bloody error codes, making the technicians look dumb.

What's the matter? Haven't all the bugs been eliminated? How can the situation suddenly worsen and all become error codes? !

The technical staff hurriedly called the leader. The leader felt a headache when he looked at the red screen. After a few seconds, the source code on the light screen changed. They moved quickly, and then they formed a few sentences. :

[I am a bug, I want to negotiate a condition with you. 】

It wants to negotiate terms.

[1. Return all the emotional memories extracted from Shen Fengyue's emotional desalination. 】

The leader's eyelids twitched fiercely.

The code moves, and it turns into another sentence:

[2. Give me the control of the database, I want a body. 】

The leader has already begun to wipe his sweat.

Finally, the bug said:

[Yes, or not? 】

At the same time, countless red codes beating wildly, dazzling people and swollen eyes. This is already full of threats. After the bug said this, he didn't speak any more, but the source code was dancing wildly, seeming to be waiting for the result of the leadership.

Everyone turned their eyes to the leader. He looked at the light screen and understood what was going on.

Bug fell in love with Shen Fengyue and wanted a body to be with him in this world, otherwise, it would paralyze the entire company's data.

The bug is still waiting for his answer. If the leader is cruel, build the body and build it. Although the cost is high, the money is worth his server.