Chapter 32 Seminary 08 (double update + 2k nutrient solution plus update)…

Wen Qing also reacted, and there was a warm breath on her lips.

The school uniform pants were heated by Ji Junfeng's body temperature and rubbed against Wen Qing's chin, faintly revealing the smell of a man.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, sat up immediately, and grabbed the back of Ji Junfeng's hand unconsciously.

Ji Junfeng had a lot of wounds on the back of his hand, and after being touched by Wen Qing, he gasped and his breathing became heavier.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing watched the changes become more and more obvious.

Wen Qing blushed, shook off Ji Junfeng's hand, stood up and stayed away, stammering and speechless: "You, you..."

"Um?"

Ji Junfeng's last tone dragged on for a long time, sticky and slightly dumb: "What's wrong with me?"

Lifting his eyelids and looking at Wen Qing, his eyes were a little dazed, but he didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with his reaction.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, yes, it was normal to tell them x.

It's normal, it's normal, it's normal...

In the blink of an eye, Ji Junfeng took off his pants, exposing two scarred thighs.

Even if it hurts like this, I am ready to relieve myself.

Wen Qing was shocked, are the people in this school all jingling? !

He couldn't help but reminded: "Didn't the teacher say that you need to fast and abstain?"

"You, you will be locked up if you continue."

Ji Junfeng snorted with a nasal voice, and panted, "Do you think the teacher will control me?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, the teacher really didn't care about Ji Junfeng.

Chen Qiang's wound, the teacher saw it at a glance, but Ji Junfeng was all over his body, and the teacher said a word...

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, just as Ji Junfeng reached in.

The red face turned even redder, and immediately turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Wen Qing took a new "towel", soaked it fully, and walked quickly to the sofa.

Twisted and looked at Ji Junfeng, and casually put the "towel" on Ji Junfeng's face: "You, you wipe your face and calm down."

After speaking, he did not go back to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was opened, Ji Junfeng's voice sounded behind him, because it sounded a little dull because of the "towel".

"Choose auspicious times, exorcise evil spirits, burn incense, and pray."

Wen Qing paused, realizing that he was talking about what would happen in the next few days, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ji Junfeng laughed and panted, "Aren't you going to ask about it again?"

Having said that to Duo, Wen Qing was of course polite and asked directly, "Is it the auspicious time for tomorrow?"

Ji Junfeng hummed in a timid tone.

Wen Qing: "How to choose?"

Ji Junfeng's breath became more and more urgent: "The high priest decides."

Wen Qing thought about it, the four events, from week to Friday, Sunday was the birthday of God.

He asked again: "After prayer? What are you going to do on Saturday?"

"What?" Ji Junfeng asked in a low voice.

Wen Qing turned his back to him, and the voice he heard was somewhat restrained.

Wen Qing asked again: "What will happen on Saturday?"

"Saturday..." Ji Junfeng whispered softly and said slowly, "Saturday... um... yes..."

The tone and voice sounded very wrong, Wen Qing frowned, thinking of the wounds all over her body, she was still a little worried, for fear that Ji Junfeng would quietly die behind her.

Wen Qing turned around, Ji Junfeng didn't know when to sit up, his head rested on the sofa, his face was red, his mouth was open, and his eyes were staring at Wen Qing.

From Wen Qing's point of view, although the movements of Ji Junfeng's lower body could not be seen clearly, he could see that his right hand was moving, and the frequency of his hands matched his panting.

Wen Qing immediately reacted to what he was doing.

This guy Ji Junfeng is actually in, in...

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Is this water right? Or is Ji Junfeng determined to want that?

After thinking about it for a second, Wen Qing hurriedly shook it, no longer thinking about it, and walked quickly into the bedroom, closing the door hard.

The sound insulation of the dormitory is not good, even if the door is locked, Wen Qing can vaguely listen to the movement outside.

Ji Junfeng seemed to know that he heard it, and the muffled sound became louder and louder.

Wen Qing climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

After this incident, the only remaining drowsiness disappeared, and she was staring blankly under the covers.

Choosing auspicious times, exorcising evil spirits, burning incense, praying, God's birthday...

When choosing auspiciousness tomorrow, how do you choose?

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing heard a clear cry.

ended.

Wen Qing silently covered the four corners of the quilt, thinking to herself, that she is not afraid of being heard by others.

He blinked, realizing something was wrong.

Such a big move.

Why does Oz react at all?

The room heard so clearly, so should Oz.

Just as he was thinking, the bedroom door was knocked twice.

Ji Junfeng's hoarse voice sounded outside the door: "Saturday... is a carnival."

After saying this, he left.

There was a sound of opening and closing the door in the living room, and it sounded like returning to the room.

Wen let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

Half-dream and half-awake, smelled a faint fragrance of grass and trees, and brain became heavier and he fell asleep quickly.

*****

At night, Wen Qing had a dream.

In the dream, there is a snake tightly entangled, and the snake letter spit in the neck, licking it like a teasing.

Wen Qing struggled, but the more he struggled, the tighter the snake's entanglement became, and the whole body was tightly entangled by the snake's tail, circle after circle.

When she was woken up by the radio the next morning, Wen Qing's mind was chaotic and her body felt heavy, as if she had been beaten.

Sitting dumbly on the bed, it wasn't until the broadcast was over that he regained his senses and slowly got up.

When washing, there was only one person in the dormitory, and neither Oz nor Ji Junfeng were there.

Wen let out a sigh of relief and quickened his movements.

When they were going downstairs, they happened to bump into Bai Tong and Li Jingjing and walked out of the bedroom together.

Wen Qing trotted over and said to the two in a low voice, "Yesterday, Ji Junfeng told me about the activities before God's birthday."

"Choose auspicious times, exorcise evil spirits, burn incense, pray, revel, and then it's God's birthday."

Bai Tong paused in his footsteps, looking deeply into his eyes.

Bai Tong spoke, but Wen Qing knew what she wanted to ask.

Why did Ji Junfeng tell this.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and repeated the tragic situation of Ji Junfeng last night, omitting some details, and explained in a low voice: "I helped with the wound a little..."

The main problem now is that just yesterday, promised Bai Tong to stay away from Ji Junfeng, and then turned closer to Ji Junfeng.

Wen said slowly, "no matter who was lying on the sofa last night, I would help..."

Bai Tong half-closed his eyes, unable to see the emotions in his eyes.

Aware of the strange atmosphere between the two, Li Jingjing hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother Bai, if you don't care, it will be 'chaos'."

"Wen Qing is the most favored by the gods in our group of players, and the gods will definitely condone you more."

"It's safest to be close to Ji Junfeng."

Bai Tong frowned slightly and said solemnly, "I know."

I know this is the truth, but still don't worry about Wen Qing.

Li Jingjing glanced at Baitong, and then at Wen Qing, noticed that Wen Qing had big nervous words written on her face, put it close to Bai Tong's ear, and whispered, "Brother Bai, don't put on a bad face, all the children need it. Scared to death."

"You protected the child for a second, have you been protecting it all the time?"

This question hit Bai Tongxin heavily, lowered his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and whispered to Wen Qing, "You did a good job."

"At least we won't be without flies now."

Hearing Bai Tong's praise, Wen exhaled lightly and continued, "But I forgot to ask what would happen."

"Why don't I ask later..."

"Be careful." Bai Tong lowered his eyes, glanced across Wen Qing's neck, and stopped suddenly.

His face darkened slightly, and he pressed Wen Qing's shoulder: "Don't move."

Wen Qing looked at it blankly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong opened the collar, and there was a red mark on the side of the neck near the collarbone.

Staring at this trace, Bai Tong breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't a hickey.

It was about one centimeter long, as if it had been rubbed by some branch, and it was reddish "color", which was very obvious on the fair skin.

Wen Qing couldn't see it herself, and asked "confused", "What's wrong with my neck?"

Bai Tong flexed his index finger and gently pressed the red mark: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Qing hissed and replied, "A little bit."

Bai Tong helped tidy up the collar and explained, "There is a wound."

Wen Qing blinked, thinking a lot: "But I accidentally bumped into something when I was sleeping."

The three walked to the cafeteria, and the process was the same as yesterday, waiting for everyone to arrive before serving.

Today's dishes are still very rich, Wen Qing looked at the plate full of meat, and had the slightest appetite.

After a while, when I was about to eat, I suddenly found that there were chopsticks and spoons on my plate.

Wen Qing whispered to the teacher, "Teacher, I have cutlery."

Teacher Chen smiled and said, "This is what the High Priest specially ordered."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly.

The high priest knew that there were utensils to send.

Therefore, was ordered not to give uniform cutlery.

Wen Qing "touched" the pocket, the bowls and chopsticks were still in the pocket and kept taking them out.

He pursed his lips, but didn't make a move.

Teacher Chen stood aside, staring straight at him, as if waiting for the set of cutlery.

Wen Qing had no choice but to take it out, took out the silver spoon of the noodles, held the handle, and slowly took a mouthful of rice.

Under the watchful eyes of Teacher Chen, he slowly put it into his mouth.

The rice has a slight fragrance, which is refreshing and appetizing.

Wen Qing's appetite suddenly improved, and the fat and thin pork belly on the dinner plate looked delicious.

Wen Qing blinked, scooped one piece, and then another...

Soon the same meat dish was eaten.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was eating some delicious food in the world, and he was eating and eating vegetables in big mouthfuls, which was completely opposite to the previous appearance.

In this state, Bai Tong and Li Jingjing paused slightly, and at the same time realized that there was a problem with the meal the high priest gave Wen Qing.

When Teacher Chen left, Bai Tong's face instantly turned pale, he snatched Wen Qing's spoon, and said in a low voice, "There is something wrong with this thing."

With his hands empty, Wen Qing gradually returned to God, and looked at Bai Tong in confusion: "What's the problem."

Bai Tong frowned and lightly tapped the plate: "You have finished all the food."

Wen Qingluo looked at the clean plate at hand and was stunned.

I really ate all of them, and only a grain of rice was left.

Bai Tong worried and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Wen Qing blinked and said honestly, "What does it feel like?"

The body is not uncomfortable, and there is something strange.

What must say is that after eating such a large plate of food, feel full at all, like eating this meal.

Wen Qing thought for a while, and then said, "I feel like I need to eat two more bowls of rice."

Bai Tong was silent.

Wen Qing was also very puzzled, what did the high priest want to do?

Let's eat more?

Want to die?

Bai Tong looked down at the spoon. It was made of silver. The handle was dotted with light green leaf patterns, as well as some slender, long and intricate patterns. At first glance, it was just an ordinary spoon with exquisite workmanship.

Bai Tong frowned and said to Wen Qing, "Where are the chopsticks?"

Wen Qingsuo handed over the entire cutlery box.

Bai Tong glanced at it, the cutlery box was "naked" and "colored", with any pattern, but the chopsticks inside were different, with the same fine lines on the spoon, which were entangled.

After wiping the spoon, put it back in the cutlery box, and said to Wen Qing, "Don't use this yet."

"I'll give you new chopsticks at noon."

Wen Qing remembered that Bai Tong had a personal space and probably had a spoon and chopsticks, so he responded.

Leaving the cafeteria and on the way back to the classroom, Wen Qing saw a slender figure disappearing on the path beside the teaching building.

The footsteps paused, and the back figure looked a bit like Ji Junfeng.

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to be watching Ji Junfeng."

next to the teaching building

Two players, one tall and one short, stood in front of Ji Junfeng.

"Is it Ji Junfeng?"

"Yes, I see everyone avoiding it."

Ji Junfeng leaned against the wall like a bone, looked up at the two transfer students in front of him, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

The taller player walked in front of him and said sternly, "Hurry up and tell us what you know."

Ji Junfeng smiled and asked again, "I know... what do you mean?"

The tall player was stunned by the laughter, and then he kicked him and fell to the ground: "Damn, don't laugh at me, I don't like men."

"Hurry up and tell us what secrets the school has."

Ji Junfeng lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.

The short player walked to the side and kicked a few times. Ji Junfeng had no reaction at all, so he couldn't help but ask the taller, "Brother Qian, does this kid really know?"

Brother Qian stepped on Ji Junfeng's leg and said with a cold face, "I must know something."

"I talked about this kid when I heard Ozzy ask someone about it yesterday."

Hearing this, the short player punched Ji Junfeng in the stomach: "Your mother, hurry up."

Ji Junfeng still didn't say a word.

"Damn it," Brother Qian spat, squatted down and pulled Ji Junfeng's collar up, and said gloomily, "I know someone cares about you, don't tell us again, be careful to die here today."

Ji Junfeng lifted his eyelids and sneered.

This laughter seemed to touch a certain nerve in Brother Qian, and the nameless fire in my heart instantly surged up, the blue veins on the forehead burst, and Ji Junfeng's arm was directly removed: "Mom is neither male nor female."

He grabbed Ji Junfeng's neck with both hands and tightened it tightly: "Do you want to die? Tell me quickly!"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling.

The short player saw that his face was getting redder, his body twitched slightly, and he said quickly, "Brother Qian, it doesn't seem to be fast."

Brother Qian was low, Ji Junfeng's pupils were slack, he cursed, and let go: "Don't think that I dare not kill you."

Twilight said to the short man, "You go to the intersection and stare, I have to ask today."

Short do it.

Brother Qian untied the belt, threw it in the air, and slapped Ji Junfeng hard.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

The short man couldn't see the situation behind him, he could only hear the sound.

The slap sounded for a while, and all heard Ji Junfeng's pain, and said nervously, "Brother Qian, don't beat people to death..."

Brother Qian threw away the broken belt, used his right hand as a claw, and pinched the wound on Ji Junfeng's arm, his expression became more and more frantic: "If I die here, let all of you be buried with me!"

Ji Junfeng snorted, his eyelids moved, he slowly opened a slit, and said in a hoarse voice, "Today is an auspicious time."

Brother Qian immediately said: "What auspicious time?"

Ji Junfeng: "The auspicious time of God's birthday."

"The students selected today..."

Brother Qian asked, "What?"

Ji Junfeng glanced at the back of the short player, and said with anger, "Get the reward."

Brother Qian's expression moved slightly: "What reward?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes: "The reward for the birthday of the gods."

Brother Qian continued to ask, "What about tomorrow?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, motionless as if dead.

Brother Qian slapped him twice, but Ji Junfeng still had any reaction.

Brother Qian cursed, loosened his collar, got up and said, "I don't know if this kid is dead or faint."

"Let's go first, class is about to start."

The short player who was looking out for the wind hurried up and asked, "What did that kid say?"

Brother Qian stepped over Ji Junfeng's body and said with a sullen face, "Say today is the time to choose auspiciousness."

"A specific time will be set for the start of the birthday of God."

"What else?" the short player asked curiously.

Brother Qian: "Yes."

When Wen Qing returned to the classroom, Ji Junfeng's seat was empty.

Frowning, he walked to the window in front of the classroom and looked out at the path beside him.

There was a figure, only an angel sculpture, tightly entangled by vines, a green leaf of the vine swayed in the wind, looking a little playful.

Wen swiped around and looked away, feeling that he must have seen the wrong person on the road just now.

It was still a prayer class in the morning. Before the class, Teacher Chen said to everyone, "Today's lunch break is canceled."

"After lunch, a teacher will lead you to the temple."

As soon as the word for the temple came out, everyone's expressions were different, the students were full of enthusiasm and joy, and the players were a little nervous.

Wen Qing's face turned pale, but when she chose auspicious times, the event was actually going to take place in the temple.

Wen Qing had been on Ji Junfeng's side for the whole morning, and his classmates were accustomed to it.

It was not until noon, on the way to the cafeteria, that Wen Qing looked at Ji Junfeng.

Sitting on the lawn, leaning against the tree, ignoring the wound on the face and neck, is a picture of a beauty resting.

Li Jingjing followed behind Wen Qing, and after seeing Ji Junfeng's face, he stopped and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Wen Qing is soft-hearted."

"With such a face, I am also soft-hearted."

Bai Tong glanced at her.

Li Jingjing said without changing his "color": "In my place, beauty is privileged."

Passing by Ji Junfeng, Li Jingjing whistled and shouted, "Classmate, aren't you going to eat?"

Ji Junfeng lifted his eyelids and waved towards her.

After approaching, Ji Junfeng's injury became more and more noticeable.

Wen Qing frowned as she looked at the fingerprints on her neck.

Yesterday, is this another beating?

Li Jingjing also noticed it, and whispered, "This injury... How can those people deal with this face?"

Seemingly seeing their psychological thoughts, Ji Junfeng laughed, looked at Wen Qing and said, "It's my business."

"If that's the case..." Bai Tong paused and asked, "Do you know why those who were dropped out of school were suddenly dropped out?"

"They all have a good relationship with you."

Hearing this question, Ji Junfeng pressed down the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it because I was abandoned by God?"

"They are all implicated by me."

Wen Qing frowned and asked in a low voice, "There should be a test after admission, right? Why did the teacher suddenly drop the student?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes halfway and said slowly, "The oracle conveyed by the high priest."

Bai Tong fixed his eyes: "Who does the high priest want to be expelled from school, and who will be expelled?"

Ji Junfeng said lightly: "The oracle, of course, is the will of God."

"The high priest just communicated."

Wen Qing couldn't figure out this logic, and frowned: "If Shenguo hates you, he should shoot you directly."

Like the yakuza kind of me who I am, no, God...

Ji Junfeng raised his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's profile. After a while, he asked, "Do you mean that God still likes me?"

Wen Qingluo looked at last Ji Junfeng's dark eyes.

Dryly comforted: "You look so good-looking, why don't you like you."

Yu Xing's old "sex" critic will definitely like it.

"Is there any misunderstanding?" Wen Qing said.

Ji Junfeng's eyelashes trembled, and he asked, "Then do you like me too?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, why was it suddenly pulled on him?

It doesn't seem right to say like it at the moment, and it doesn't seem right to say don't like it...

Bai Tong pursed his lips, gave Wen Qing a chance to answer, and asked directly, "What did you do?"

Ji Junfeng looked crookedly: "I do whatever I say, do you believe it?"

Bai Tong's face was sullen, he didn't believe it.

Li Jingjing "touched" his chin and said thoughtfully, "That's why the High Priest keeps all the people around you drop out of school and keeps your classmates away from you..."

Saying that, she looked up and down Ji Junfeng's face, her eyes flashing strangely: "Will that high priest like you?!"

"I'm greedy for your body, you can't ask for it, you have more than your heart but you don't have enough strength, you are jealous of the classmates around you, and then kick them out of the school, so that everyone hates you, and then you will be left with only a lonely old man."

Ji Junfeng: "..."

Bai Tong: "..."

Wen Qing: "..."

Wen Qing blinked. Although Li Jingjing's words were outrageous, they somehow made sense.

If it wasn't for Ji Junfeng, who was targeted by the torture, only the high priest was left.

Wen Qing asked Ji Junfeng curiously, "Do you know the High Priest?"

Ji Junfeng leaned against the tree, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "How can someone like me know the high priest."

Wen Qing was even more "confused". If he didn't know him, the high priest would have to target Ji Junfeng.

Don't you know when to provoke the high priest?

Just as he was thinking, Teacher Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Wen Qing, what are you doing here?"

"Why don't you go to dinner?"

Bai Tong glanced at Teacher Chen and said, "I'm going."

Teacher Chen nodded, stepped forward and stood beside them, and said, "Let's go."

Wen Qing stood still, and Teacher Chen moved, as if he was going to the cafeteria together.

Wen Qing tried to take a step forward, and Teacher Chen also took a step forward.

After walking a few steps, Wen Qing looked back at Ji Junfeng, still sitting on the lawn, leaning against the tree, eyes closed.

Ji Junfeng seems to be a transparent person. He clearly passed many students and teachers, but some people took a look.

Wen Qing stopped and whispered, "Teacher, where is Ji Junfeng?"

Teacher Chen smiled and looked: "What did you say?"

Looking at Teacher Chen's eyes, Wen Qing stammered, "Aren't Ji and Ji Junfeng going to the cafeteria?"

Teacher Chen smiled kindly: "Huh?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and she understood.

It's not that it's clear, it's that Teacher Chen pretends not to understand.

Bai Tong said, "What?"

Teacher Chen smiled, like a good teacher who cared about his students, and said to them gently, "The lunch today is good."

"move."

After lunch, the classmates did not take their own actions and sat in the seats in unison. When everyone finished eating, Mr. Sun, who was standing at the door, moved his feet and said to everyone, "Queue up."

The students spontaneously lined up in two rows as if the robot had received some kind of instruction.

Eight players stood by and stared blankly.

Its classmates line up not according to height from short to tall, it seems to have its order.

A player took a step forward and wanted to be at the end of the line. Teacher Chen walked in front of him, blocked it, and said to the players with a smile, "You can line up."

Wen Qing nodded and turned away, and found that the expressions of the old players were not very good.

With a dazed face, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong walked behind him and lowered his eyes: "Separate the players from the aborigines."

Wen Qingxin snorted for a while. Before, they were just like their classmates, eating and attending classes...

If they are separated now, it means that the selection of auspiciousness will be aimed at the players later?

Wen Qing clenched her palms, nervously following the team forward.

Walking into the shrine, the interior of the shrine is the same as the day of the entrance test, there are changes, but the round platform is covered with a layer of white "color" cloth.

The crowd stopped under the round platform, the players stood on the left, the aborigines stood on the right, and there were several teachers standing between them.

The inside of the temple was extraordinarily silent, with someone talking and someone making a sound.

Wen Qing exhaled nervously, and could clearly hear the sound of her beating heart.

Suddenly, two footsteps sounded from the side.

Wen Qing glanced at him and was stunned.

Zhang Chengrun was brought in by a female teacher. He was in a trance, his eyes were out of focus, and he followed the female teacher in front of him.

The female teacher led directly to the back row of the aborigines team and said to Teacher Chen and others, "I have purified my mind and body."

Wen Qing blinked, his eyes moved to three inches below Zhang Chengrun's navel involuntarily.

Pure body is not the one imagined, right?

Tuo wanted to ask Bai Tong, but Bai Tong looked serious and looked at Zhang Chengrun.

Oz and Li Jingjing behind Bai Tong also have the same look.

Wen Qing still had time to ask "confused", and another footstep sounded.

"Da da da……"

The crowd lifted, a person wearing a black robe with purple borders, a person wearing a white mask slowly walked into the temple, the corners of the black robe flew up, and as they approached, the temple suddenly became crowded. Chilled.

The teacher and classmates nodded at the same time, not daring to look directly.

Wen Qing thought of three words - high priest.

Looking at the smooth and white neck of the high priest, I thought to myself, this high priest does not seem to be an old man.

The high priest seemed to be aware of the sight, the eyes behind the mask turned, and the dark eyes looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her head.

The high priest retracted his gaze, walked straight onto the high platform, and said slowly, "Choose an auspicious time."

"I need two assistants."

His voice was very ethereal, with a strange rhythm.

Wen Qing couldn't help but quietly raised her eyes, wondering if the voice was spoken by herself.

When he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the high priest.

Wen Qing had time to look away, and the high priest's voice sounded on the high platform: "The first one."

"Wen Qing."

All the classmates turned around together, looking at Wen Qing enviously.

Wen Qing felt honored at all, so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she did not dare to leave the team.

Soon, Teacher Chen walked up to him and said kindly, "Wen Qing, the high priest is calling you."

Wen Qing snorted and was carried by Teacher Chen to the steps beside the high platform.

Nervously, took a step and stepped onto the high platform.

The high priest raised his jaw slightly and gestured to look at the golden cup next to the stone tablet: "Holy Grail."

Wen Qing walked over with small steps, looked down at the trophy-like cup bigger than her face, and stammered, "Hold it, take it to you?"

The high priest glanced at it: "Hold it."

Wen Qing did as he did, carefully grasping the base of the Holy Grail and holding it to his chest.

I took a step to the side, and my toes were next to the stone tablet engraved with names, barely feeling a sense of security.

Wen Qing nervously took a deep breath, her nose and mouth filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

It smells good, and it's a little familiar.

Wen Qing sniffed, the high priest glanced at him, and said lightly, "The first one."

Wen Qing looked at the players under the stage uneasy, and suddenly, the tall male player at the end of the player team raised his hand.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and in the next second, he heard the high priest shout, "Qian Gangfeng."

Qian Gangfeng's eyes lit up, strode up to the high platform, and asked, "What do I need to do?"

The high priest looked at his chest and said slowly, "You don't need to do anything."

Qian Gangfeng didn't know, so he stood aside, his eyes slowly drifting to the Holy Grail in Wen Qing's hand.

The high priest took another look, walked to the high platform, and raised his hand slowly to the people under the platform.

This action seemed to be a signal, and the students prayed in unison: "Dear God, my spirit is completely open to you, please shine on me with your blood, drive out the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us..."

The impassioned voice echoed in the temple, resounding through the sky.

Wen Qing had never recited the words of prayer, and worried that the high priest would find out that she was praying, so she opened her mouth and whispered the last sentence of her classmates, pretending that she couldn't keep up with everyone's rhythm.

"...Remove the filth, cleanse us—"

After reading and reading, Wen Qing said with a pause.

Hearing the strange sound, it was rustling, and it seemed to be some kind of rubbing noise.

Wen Qing quietly looked to both sides and found something unusual, but the expressions of the classmates under the stage became more and more frenzied.

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it were at the feet.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly and slowly lowered.

Only countless vines of different thicknesses climbed up from the stage, and in all directions, they all climbed towards Qian Gangfeng who was standing in the right heart.

The players under the stage looked terrified, and the classmates were crazy, as if they were watching some miracle.

Qian Gangfeng's face changed greatly, and he was about to run away when a vine like a snake suddenly rushed to his feet that were tightly wrapped around his feet.

Qian Gangfeng fell on top, opened his mouth, and had time to shout a single word, his mouth and nose tightly bound by vines the thickness of one arm, his face twisted with force.

Immediately afterwards, countless vines climbed and gathered, coiled into the shape of a big hand, Qian Gangfeng held it up to the sky.

"Great God!"

"Brilliant Lord!"

The excited and loud prayers of the students resounded in the temple.

Wen Qing was so frightened that her hands and feet went weak, but her thoughts suddenly became clear.

The seminary enrolls 69 students each.

There are now 74 students and 10 players.

Half of the players will die during the next few days of events.

Wen Qing's face was pale, and her back was cold.

Countless vines are still climbing up, and even feel a slender and smooth vine crawling through the shoes, the trouser legs that have penetrated, and slowly climb up...