Wen Qing was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, she stared blankly at the statue.

After a long while, the statue slowly closed its eyes and returned to its original state.

Wen Qing's hands and feet were weak, her mind was blank, and she didn't know how she got off the platform.

Seeing that he was a little unsteady, Bai Tong stretched out his hand to support him.

Wen Qing instinctively approached the heat source, grabbed Bai Tong's arm helplessly, her eyes turned red involuntarily: "Just, just..."

Wasn't it just a hallucination?

Wen Qing's hands were obviously cold, but Bai Tong was inexplicably dry. He quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "It's a god-level copy."

God-level copy must be related to God.

Wen Qing closed her eyes, she is an atheist, but now she is in a world where she needs to believe that there is a god.

Take a breath: "I know."

Teacher Chen calmed down at this moment, and his distorted expression gradually returned to normal.

His voice was raised several times, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "God is very satisfied with the students, so he performed miracles."

Staring closely at Wen Qing, he smiled and said, "It's your honor."

Wen Qing didn't feel honored at all, she felt terrible, she lowered her head, she was very fortunate that she had brought a mask and hat, Teacher Chen could not see the panicked expression.

Because of what happened just now and Teacher Chen's words, the players began to measure Wen Qing.

Bai Tong frowned slightly, in the dungeon, high attention is not a good thing.

Especially like Wen Qingzhong, who is easy to imagine...

"Classmate, what's your name?" Teacher Chen stared at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing squeezed out two words like a mosquito: "Wen Qing."

Teacher Chen smiled and nodded, then turned around and said, "Continue the test."

The voice fell, and everyone looked at the last player.

He was a bald man with a full face and deep nasolabial lines. He was young, but his face was fierce.

The bald man strode to the stone tablet, picked up the stone carving knife, and began to inscribe.

The carving knife scratched on the stone tablet, leaving no trace.

The bald man cursed in a low voice and clenched the stone carving knife tightly.

One second, two seconds...

Half a minute passed without writing the first stroke.

The bald man's face changed.

A minute passed and still nothing could be written.

The air fell silent.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she glanced at the player beside her.

The players looked at the bald man indifferently, as if they were looking at something dead.

The bald man's back was gradually soaked with sweat, his body trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the stone carving knife steady.

Seeing this, Teacher Chen on the side began to change his face: "Enough."

The bald man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his head and said to the teacher, "I'll write it soon."

"Need not."

Teacher Chen said indifferently: "The seminary does not accept guilty people, please leave the school."

The bald man's face changed greatly, and he begged for mercy: "Teacher, you have never violated the law, you are a good citizen who abides by the law."

"There must be something wrong..."

Teacher Chen's face suddenly turned gloomy: "God does not make mistakes."

The bald man also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly added: "Is there a problem with the carving knife? Teacher, let me try, I can write..."

Teacher Chen looked at it with disgust, as if looking at some disgusting garbage.

Soon, two big men in black rushed in from the door, put up the bald man, and walked out directly.

Wen Qing whispered Bai Tong: "Where will you go?"

Bai Tong was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Come to school."

Wen Qing is a little "fascinated" and "confused", will it be considered clearance if you rush? Or the copy prepared for returning to the world?

【will die. ] 001 said suddenly.

Wen Qing's heart sank for a moment, and only at this moment did she realize the dangerous "sex" of the god-level dungeon.

The copy can actually reject the player...

Before I could think about it, Teacher Chen suddenly walked up to the crowd and smiled softly: "Everyone, congratulations to everyone who passed the entrance test and successfully entered the school."

"From today, it will be your head teacher."

The voice fell, and a voice sounded in Wen Qing's ear:

[Identity cards are now issued. 】

[Players are asked to keep their identity cards gently. 】

A few lines of words appeared in front of Wen Qing's eyes.

【Name: Wen Qing】

[Identity: Seminary student]

【Age: Twenty years old】

[Hobby: Bullying (movement)]

Wen Qing was stunned.

How about a hobby?

Why bully people?

It's good not to be bullied!

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, and carefully looked at her identity card again, and saw the content in parentheses.

verb: move?

? ? ?

Hobbies are not only bullying, but moving?

What does move mean?

"It's still early, I'll take you to the classroom first." Teacher Chen said.

After finishing speaking, he walked to Wen Qing's side and said with a spring breeze, "Classmates, let's go."

Wen Qing regained her senses and stammered, "Okay, okay."

Teacher Chen smiled, but he didn't walk at the forefront of the team, but walked beside Wen Qing, and didn't mean to go away at all.

Wen Qing is now very afraid of Teacher Chen, one is because of the strange idol, and the other is because Teacher Chen has dealt with a player without changing his face.

If want to pass the main quest, have no idea about the rewards of the advanced quest, and don’t want to have too much contact with Teacher Chen and others.

Wen Qing slowly took a step to the side, wanting to stay away from Teacher Chen, but he took a step and Teacher Chen followed closely.

Mr. Chen measured up and down, as if looking at some novel treasure: "Wen Qing, it has been many years since the last miracle."

Wen Qing replied in a low voice, her eyelashes trembling.

There was water vapor in the bottom of his eyes, and the clear deer's eyes became a little hazy, and then the eye sockets turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, pitiful.

Bai Tong sighed silently, soft-hearted and outrageous.

Then he took a step forward and stood between Wen Qing and Teacher Chen, separating them.

In the next second, Bai Tong's sleeve was gently pulled.

He lowered his head, met his warm and moist eyes, and blinked slowly, silently thanking him.

Bai Tong's throat moved slightly, he bent his fingers, and for a moment, he made a mouth shape: You're welcome.

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and thought to herself, Bai Tong is really a good person.

Mr. Chen glanced at Baitong, but he was not angry because of his behavior. He still smiled and said to Wen Qing, "Why do you keep wearing a mask?"

Wen Qing unconsciously tugged on Bai Tong's sleeves and stumblingly said, "A little cold."

After speaking, he coughed twice.

Hearing this, the smile on Teacher Chen's face grew bigger and bigger: "I'm sick."

Say to Wen Qing, "Pray to God, and God will heal your disease."

Wen Qing was afraid that he would take him back to that strange temple, so he quickly said, "It's not serious, it'll be fine soon."

Teacher Chen stared at his face for a while, then slowly said, "Don't be nervous, God likes you very much."

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and responded vaguely.

Walking through the temple, the player consciously walked to Teacher Chen, and Wen Qing and Bai Tong naturally became the front row.

The seminary is not big, except for the temple, there are five buildings, these buildings are not parallel or right, with the temple as the center, distributed in five places around.

Mr. Chen walked to the first building in the middle and said to everyone: "This is the teaching building where everyone usually takes cultural classes. From left to right are the dormitory, the library, and the canteen."

What about another one?

Wen Qing tilted his head and looked at the last building.

No, there is someone.

"Teacher, where is the last building?"

Teacher Chen glanced at the player: "That is the residence of the high priest. The high priest is happy and quiet, so he doesn't rashly approach."

Hearing the words, Wen Qing took two more glances at the building, thinking that she would not go to death.

The classroom is just next to the hall on the first floor. There are no teachers in the classroom, there are more than a dozen students, some of them are reading books seriously, and some are chatting in a low voice, like an extremely ordinary class.

The familiar scene eased everyone's tense emotions a little.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not some weird class.

Teacher Chen walked into the classroom, stood on the podium, and said, "Classmates, the new students are here."

There was sparse applause from below.

Teacher Chen turned his head and said to the players, "God has arranged seats for you."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Bai Tong.

Bai Tong squinted his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and motioned Wen Qing to look at the table in the classroom.

The table is a single table, and like most schools, two tables side by side.

Wen Qing looked at it carefully for a while, and found that the name was engraved on the upper right corner of the table.

【Chen Fei】

【Li Jingjing】

【Zhang Zhang】

【Baitong】

…………

There were names on each table, and at the urging of Teacher Chen, everyone walked into the classroom and began to find their own seats.

Wen Qing walked to the last row of the classroom and found her seat.

The scumbag throne in the farthest row by the window.

Bai Tong's seat is in the first row, far away.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked down at her roommate.

Sleeping and doesn't seem to be threatening "sex".

Slowly pull out the chair and sit down. There are two sets of school uniforms, a book, a pen, and the name tattooed on the chest of the school uniform in the table drawer.

Teacher Chen knocked on the podium and said loudly, "Welcome everyone to choose our seminary."

The classroom burst into scattered applause.

"First of all, everyone must keep the school rules in mind."

Hearing the word "School Rules", everyone's expressions turned solemn.

The main system has prompted, be sure to pay attention to the school rules.

Wen Qing straightened her back and hurriedly picked up the pen to take notes.

Teacher Chen tapped the blackboard with the pointer, and the next second, a uniform recitation sounded in the classroom:

"Rule 1: Pray to God every day."

"Article 2: You can't force people."

"Article 3: Curfew prohibits leaving the dormitory."

After reciting the three school rules, the students quieted down.

Wen Qing nib stopped and took a breath.

Fortunately, there are three school rules.

Too many to remember.

Teacher Chen nodded, picked up the textbook on the podium, and said to the crowd, "One session is a prayer class."

"New students should be unfamiliar with prayer words, so let's review them first."

"The Gospel of Desire, Volume Two, Chapter Three."

Wen Qing turned to the page that Teacher Chen said, and what he saw was a very shocking and colorful picture.

A man with a naked upper body sat lazily on the throne, with a white cloth around the key part of his lower body, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the men and women under the throne with a half-smile.

Those people are all naked and naked, all of them are white bodies, men and men, men and women, women and women, two or three people are tightly entwined, a carnival of x.

Wen Qing opened her eyes in disbelief, the picture was exceptionally clear, and she could even see the negative distance contact of several people.

His face turned red, he quickly turned his eyes away, and meditated in his heart, it was art, so it wasn't, it was art...

"Wen Qing."

Hearing his name, Wen Qing raised his head and saw Teacher Chen smiling: "It's up to you to pray today."

Teacher Chen repeated the previous words: "Pray to God, and God will cure your disease."

"Your cold will go away in no time."

Wen Qing wants to cry without tears, is it the fruit of lying?

No religious belief, no idea what to do or say in prayer.

At a loss when he saw it, Teacher Chen patiently said, "The first time you pray, you need to recite the prayer."

Wen Qing looked down at the book on the table. At the beginning of the next page, three words of prayer were written.

Stumblingly, he said: "Dear, dear God, you are the embodiment of love and desire, and you have rescued them from the abyss of boredom."

"I pray to you, I beg you to give me the love, joy, and lust that are maddened by the "fascinated", I beg you to use your precious "liquid", "liquid"..."

[Please use your precious "liquid" body to kiss the body, cleanse and heal the body and soul that will be dedicated to you. 】

Wen Qing squeezed the book tightly, her voice became lower and lower, her cheeks became more and more hot, and her whole body seemed to be steaming.

, What "prostitution" | "slutty" God!

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, and hesitantly brought some words: "...the body, the soul."

His voice was clear, because he was shy and dragged a little tail, it sounded a little soft, and with the words of prayers that evoked reverie, many players looked at Wen Qing one after another.

Seeing that he was wearing a mask and could not see clearly, he looked back in disappointment.

Wen Qing's head was steaming hot, and she didn't notice anyone's sight at all. She lowered her head and read the paragraphs quickly.

The above paragraphs are more straightforward than the few sentences read, describing various organs in detail, just looking at it, Wen Qing blushed and her heart beat.

, One is this little yellow book!

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and didn't read any further.

Is the so-called prayer just reciting the little yellow book?

Teacher Chen walked off the podium, stood at Wen Qing's table, and said kindly, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you read on?"

With a smile on his face, just looking at his demeanor, he really looks like a good teacher who cares about students' homework.

Wen Qing squeezed her palm nervously, suddenly remembering the purpose of Teacher Chen's prayer, and hurriedly said, "Teacher, the cold is cured."

Afraid of the teacher's suspicion, he added, "Thank God."

Teacher Chen stared at it for a while, without doubting the authenticity of the words, nodded and smiled and said, "Thank God."

Wen Qing nodded in agreement.

"Sit down," Mr. Chen glanced around and named at random, "Zhang Chengrun, you continue to pray."

Wen Qing sat down and looked at the person named by the teacher.

Not the original student of the seminary, but a handsome male player.

With a blushing face, he said, "You, you are a gracious and loving God, a human being created by "rubbing" with your hands, your blood poured into your body, thank you, your spirit is inside... "

While reading, Zhang Chengrun's breathing gradually became rapid, and the whole person seemed to be red.

The same tablemate was a male player with an inch head. He noticed the abnormality at the first time, smiled slyly, and reached out and pinched his buttocks.

Zhang Chengrun exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Chen.

Zhang Chengrun put the book between his legs and panted, "No, nothing."

Teacher Chen looked at the slightly out of focus eyes and said lightly: "Okay, sit down."

"Next."

"Oz."

As soon as Oz's name came, all the players looked up.

The traces of the game occupied the bulletin board for a whole week in the world, and no one knew about the players present.

Wen Qing was also a little curious about the individual, and turned her head to look in the eyes of everyone.

He slowly got up from the blond and blue-eyed mixed-race man across the aisle.

The players who were rustling before collectively kept silent, watching their noses and noses, for fear that they would provoke a demon.

Ozzy lifted his eyelids and read coldly: "You are a great god, you are the Lord of praise, you use all emotions and six desires to save all sentient beings, thank you, you are your glorious son and daughter, who can bear all your riches."

His voice was low, without the slightest fluctuation in his tone, which extinguished the small flame of evil thoughts in everyone's heart.

Oz read a whole page, but Teacher Chen still didn't stop.

Listening to Oz's unwavering reading sound, Wen Qing couldn't help but yawn a little, feeling a little sleepy.

After reciting for a while, Oz's speech suddenly slowed down: "Thank God, you will tell the heavens about your glory, your breath removes all sins; your touch makes you have a healthy body and mind. ."

"It is you who make you feel the supreme joy and happiness, and it is your ability to give x and love."

Wen Qing listened and heard something wrong.

Why is Oz's voice getting more and more hoarse?

"Very well, sit down." Teacher Chen said.

Wen Qing tilted his head, seeing Oz's sullen face, his deep and sharp features without any expression.

Seemingly aware of the sight, Oz lifted his eyelids, and two clusters of fire flashed in his green eyes, like a wild beast hunting.

Wen Qing instinctively felt the danger, hurriedly looked back, and lowered her head.

In the next half of the class, Teacher Chen named a few students from the original class and asked them to do demonstration prayers for the players.

They are very different from the players' reading, each one is full of emotion and impassioned, not like praying, like participating in some recitation competition.

"Dear God, I long for you in the morning and evening."

"The gods are completely open to you, looking forward to your luck."

"May your blood shine, drive out the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse them."

…………

With their sincere desire, the temperature in the classroom gradually rose, and the ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread.

Wen Qing also felt a sense of dryness inexplicably, and it was so hot that she unzipped her jacket.

As soon as he raised his hand, he bumped into the arm of his deskmate.

The tablemate groaned, it sounded like a bump, and Wen Qing quickly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

The same tablemate still maintained the posture of lying on the table, without even raising his head.

After a long while, he hummed, and the ending was very delayed, with the lazyness of the first awakening.

Wen Qing felt even hotter, and continued to apologize with red ears: "I'm really sorry, it wasn't intentional."

The same table did not speak, turned over and continued to sleep.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mr. Chen did not drag the class, returned to the podium, and said to everyone, "get out of class is over."

After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.

Teacher Chen was not there, the classroom was still very quiet, and the players alerted the students around them vigilantly.

After a while, some classmates started chatting and laughing, walking around the classroom, doing what ordinary students do, and the players slowly began to move, exchange names, and exchange information.

Wen Qing sat for a while, but the dry heat in her heart couldn't go away.

Wanting to open the window for ventilation, but afraid of disturbing the bed at the same table, he hesitated for a while, then got up to go to the toilet.

The toilet is at the end of the corridor, next to the stairs, and Wen Qing saw it when she went upstairs.

Don't dare to stay outside for too long, trot into the men's toilet.

The men's toilet is large, clean and bright, and the white floor tiles can reflect people's shadows, but there is a strange stench in the air.

Wen Qing sniffed, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Without thinking much, went straight to the toilet.

After walking for two minutes, a high-pitched cry suddenly sounded from the compartment on the side, followed by a man's low scolding: "Sao, is someone excited?"

Wen Qing was startled, and the movements of her hands stopped.

The next second, the door of the compartment at the end opened vigorously, and a boy in a school uniform walked over, tying a belt while walking, and then, a girl with disheveled clothes and messy hair came over.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and realized what sound she had just heard.

The two calmly passed Wen Qing and stopped in front of the washstand.

After the boy washed his hands, he noticed Wen Qing's eyes and smiled: "Classmate, don't you try it?"

Hearing the words, the girl not only didn't get angry, she smiled and winked at Wen Qing and invited Wen Qing: "No?"

They looked calm, as if they were not eating snacks.

Wen Qing said in panic, "No, no need."

The boy glanced at his clothes and smiled, "You're a new transfer student, no wonder."

"Just in time, I'll be preparing for the God's Birthday Celebration from tomorrow."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and they left the men's room with a smile without any explanation.

Wen slowed down for a while, then slowly looked at the compartment, making sure no one was applauding for love, and then opened the zipper to let out the water.

After draining the water, take off your mask and hat, and go to the washstand to wash your face.

The cold water quenched the nameless dryness in his heart, and he let out a light sigh of relief.

Suddenly, footsteps and conversations came from the door.

"Oz, I've seen you a lot in the world..."

The next second, the door of the men's toilet was pushed open.

Zhang Chengrun and Oz walked in one after the other, Zhang Chengrun's eyes were "blinded", and he grabbed Oz's clothes with one hand and unbuttoned his own with the other.

Wen Qing was stunned, looked at Zhang Chengrun, and then at Oz.

The reaction of the two bodies was obvious.

Wen Qing's head buzzed, and the temperature on her face soared.

They also came to the men's room to applaud...

Zhang Chengrun didn't pay any attention to anyone in the toilet. He looked at Oz eagerly, breathing quickly: "You also feel that the prayer is not right, I can help you..."

Seeing that Zhang Chengrun was "touching" it, Wen Qing quickly picked up the mask and hat, lowered her head, and walked quickly to the door.

As soon as I walked to the door, Oz Neng's ice-quenching voice sounded above his head: "Go away."

Zhang Chengrun's eyes were slack, and Oz kicked the toilet with one foot.

The toilet door was also vigorously closed and locked under Wen Qing's eyelids.

Feeling Oz's sight on him, Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she whispered, "Fuck, too."

As soon as his hand touched the doorman, Oz grabbed it.

Oz lowered his head and stared at Wen Qing's face.

Just washed his face, his fair face was stained with transparent water droplets, his eyebrows were beautiful, and his slender eyelashes were also wet into strands, trembling like butterfly wings.

Looking at the trembling eyelashes, the heat in Oz's heart suddenly increased several times, and he frowned.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Wen Qing stammered, her eyes turning red with fright, "I didn't see or hear anything."

He drew his hand, but couldn't get it out of Oz's hand.

Ozzy moved his nose slightly, smelling the sweet fragrance on his body, dispelling the disgusting stench in the toilet.

Obviously nothing was done, and the sweetness between the lips and teeth was full.

Oz pursed his lips and stared at Wen Qing's face: "Want to pass the customs?"

Wen Qing didn't understand why it was so sudden, hesitated for a moment, didn't dare to lie, nodded and said cautiously, "Think, think..."

Oz lowered his eyes, stared at his red lips, and said slowly, "Bite it."

"Take you through customs."