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Section 89
Be steadfast and have a strong faith.
But he couldn't resist the enemy's many scheming and countless tricks. Hearing that Shen Fengyue said that, the holy son who believed in the god of light really took the bait. He closed the pages of the book, then walked to the cage, squatted down to meet Shen Fengyue's gaze, and asked softly, "Why don't you understand?"
Shen Fengyue blinked quickly. This is a very comfortable way of communication. He squatted down to meet his sight, which meant respect for him.
It seems that this saint child is not extremely arrogant as imagined, unable to communicate. Except for talking a little bit (referring to a few hours of chanting a day), it still feels quite comfortable.
"You get closer."
Siodor felt a little weird, but he leaned forward a bit more obediently.
Shen Fengyue's eyes were firmly attached to his body, to be precise on his left breast pocket. The pocket opened a small opening, revealing a long strip with a round head, which was the key to unlock the cage.
This key is currently only owned by the Son and the Pope, and Shen Fengyue observed it when he was shaved the last time, and it looked like the key to unlock the cage.
There is no hole for inserting the key in the cage. Just put the key in a fixed position, and the cage will automatically open after the energy is sensed.
Shen Fengyue deliberately sat at the induction site, tempting Siodor to come closer and closer, as long as his left chest swayed slightly at the induction site, he would be free. But the current position is not enough, and Siodor seems to be aware of the strangeness and is no longer close.
"Where do you not understand?"
The key is only one finger away from the sensor, and the Spicy Chicken Sage is not moving! Shen Fengyue glared at him, and the latter felt inexplicable.
He hasn't said anything, Siodor seemed impatient, and wanted to get up and leave. Victory is here, how can you let the duck with its mouth fly!
Shen Fengyue hurriedly stretched out a finger to reach the key in his pocket, but before reaching it, he was bounced back by the spell engraved on the railing.
The body felt like an electric current, the hairs stood up, and the body couldn't stop shaking. Shen Fengyue fell on the ground and rolled around, his face flushed with pain. After the symptoms eased for a while, he raised his eyes with tears and glared at Siodor: "...QAQ!!!"
Siodor now knew his purpose, and looked down at the keys that were quietly placed in his pocket, and then saw Shen Fengyue rolling around in pain, a smile flashed across his eyes.
He got up and returned to his original position, opened the book and continued to read, but Shen Fengyue didn't know if she was killed by the spell, but she was always more honest, lying there quietly.
As the days passed, Shen Fengyue only felt that life was like years. When it was time to read aloud that day, Siodor rarely brought the scriptures, but instead brought a bunch of painting utensils.
He placed the things, sat down facing Shen Fengyue's direction, squeezed the paint on his hand, and dripped some water to prepare for color mixing.
Shen Fengyue was inexplicably: "What are you doing?"
"Painting." The Holy See needs to paint a new portrait of the God of Light. The Pope is old and lacks energy, and this task naturally falls on him.
Shen Fengyue smiled: "It's fine for you to paint and go to the studio, why come here to paint? There is no such thing as your Lord of Light."
Siodor choked with his graded brush.
What he said is true. The Holy See has an exclusive studio with better lighting than here, and the environment is quiet and comfortable. It is very suitable for painting. Because of the task, he doesn't have to come over to recite the scriptures to Shen Fengyue recently.
But why did he still come?
Siodor didn't have an answer, it was as if the first thing he remembered when he was packing up his gear was to lift his foot in the direction here. Only when he came to this palace where the rebels were imprisoned could his heart calm down.
But he still needs an answer after all, so Siodor said, "My duty is to guard you, I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Fengyue rolled his eyes: "Are you afraid of me running?" Damn, figure out the situation, big brother, I'm listening to the scriptures and having my head shaved. I can run as long as I can. Okay? Stay here?
Unexpectedly, Siodor actually nodded.
Shen Fengyue didn't want to communicate with him more. She lay on the ground spontaneously, resting her arms behind her head, and closing her eyes to calm down.
Seeing that he closed his eyes, Siodor didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, he let out a laugh, and continued to color with the brush.
He drew a stroke first, but it changed when he wrote down the second stroke. When he reacted, he found that the canvas had already shown a fuzzy outline.
ββIt was the outline of a person, and the appearance was very familiar. Siodor looked across the canvas and reached the person not far away who was lying on the ground with eyes closed.
The person in the painting has a silver-white hair, a pair of eyes with the same hair color, and the skin is so pale that it loses its color.
Siodor frowned and looked at the painting in front of him. The paintbrush in his hand was dipped in a little red, and the pale lips of the person in the painting were brightly red.
More like him.
Siodor put down his paintbrush and sat in front of the canvas without moving for a long time. What's going on, it's obviously to paint Lord Guangming, but he has become a rebel in front of him.
The icy blue eyes darkened. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the edge of the painting, sliding his fingers across the smooth white paper, cold and thin.
He could not find the answer.
Siodor drew for a long time, and after a while, Shen Fengyue woke up. He looked sideways and found that the man was fascinated by the painting. He was wondering, how good is the painting? They were all dumbfounded.
So he asked him aloud: "What are you painting?"
The voice recalled Siodor's free thoughts, he seemed to be hiding, and hurriedly replied, "God." In fact, he was painting him.
"Oh, okay." Shen Fengyue lost interest when he heard that the god of light was painting, and took out a small object from the corner of the cage to fiddle.
Siodor kept his promise and brought some gadgets every time he came to recite the holy scriptures for him to pass the time. The small things piled up into a hill.
Shen Fengyue took out a windmill-like thing from the inside, puffed up his cheeks and blew, the windmill was turning like a whirlwind.
Shen Fengyue sighed while blowing the wheel, alas, this man, once he gets bored, he can even blow the wheel all afternoon.
I don't know what Siodor thought. After drawing a prototype, he actually finished the painting by plan.
Stroke, shape, and color, his drawing skills are not bad, and after a set of skills, he is already 90% similar to Shen Fengyue's appearance.
How long he drew here, and how long Shen Fengyue had blown the windmill on the other side, until he got bored with the blowing, he simply curled up on the ground and fell asleep in a daze.
Siodor looked up and found that the man was asleep. He finished the last stroke, got up and walked to him, trying to reach in and touch him.
The stretched fingers peeked into the cage little by little, as if they were exploring the most hidden mystery, just a little bit, then suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Shen Fengyue...what are you thinking about?" He called Shen Fengyue's name for the first time.
The person in the cage sleeps peacefully, and the corners of his mouth are turned up, like a natural smile. He fell asleep now, and his lips seemed to have a faint smile.
Siodor took the painting back, hid it in his dark room, activated the switch to seal it, then turned his back and never dared to look at it again.
This is a cryptic secret deep in his heart, no one knows except him, except God, even Shen Fengyue does not know it.
He didn't know why he made such a painting, and what was in his mind when he painted it. Siodor himself did not have an answer, so in the middle of the night, in the dead of night, he went to the statue to pray for answers from the gods and repent of himself.
He stayed there all night, until the sky rang, and it was about to finish reading the holy scriptures for Shen Fengyue.
Siodor took the scriptures to Shen Fengyue to recite the scriptures for him. He didn't laugh the whole time. No matter what Shen Fengyue said, he didn't pay attention to him, just read his own ignorantly.
He acted in this way, as if the love accumulated between the two in recent days, the eased relationship has disappeared, even back to the original.
Siodor speaks faster than usual. He is catching up, hoping to finish reading quickly, and then escape from this place.
The process was like years, but at last he finished reading. He packed up his things and was about to leave in a hurry, but was yelled out by a voice.
"Stop." Shen Fengyue narrowed his eyes. He had already noticed that this kid was wrong today. He had an icy face all the way and didn't know when he had offended the Lord Saint.
Siodor wanted to escape this place, but Shen Fengyue stopped him when he called. He stopped and stood there without turning around.
"My dear Lord Saint Son." Shen Fengyue raised her eyebrows, "You are in a bad mood today?"
Siodor replied, "No."
"Oh? No?" Shen Fengyue said again, "Then can you turn around when you ask the Son to speak, you are facing me like this, but you are not polite at all."
Siodor had to turn around: "Sorry."
The person in the cage looked at him, silent, but those silver eyes burned on his body with a fiery sight, teaching Siodor not to move away.
The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Siodor did not dare to move. He was faintly afraid, afraid that Shen Fengyue would ask him why, if he did, how would he answer it by then.
The two stood in a stalemate for a few minutes, but they didn't expect that the other party suddenly laughed out loud.
Shen Fengyue's eyebrows are crooked, and her eyes are full of interest: "You don't have to rush to escape, I won't eat you. Let's play a game, okay? Dear Master Shengzi?"
Siodor looked at him. Seeing that he did not leave, Shen Fengyue acquiesced in his lunch, and continued: "This game is called'ten questions'. You ask me ten questions, and I can only answer with'yes or no'. After the ten questions, just watch Master Shengzi can guess my answer."
After understanding the rules of the game, Siodor asked a few questions, but the answers were all "no".
In the fifth question, he suddenly blessed his soul and asked: "Is it something you like?"
Shen Fengyue blinked at him suddenly, and then said the first "yes".
"Is it an animal?"
"no."
"A plant?"
"No." Shen Fengyue looked at him, pounding on the floor tiles with bored hands.
Siodor looked around and asked, "Is it in this palace?"
Shen Fengyue nodded: "Yes."
It's not a plant or an animal, and in this palace, he still likes...
At this time, there are only two people in the palace, he and Shen Fengyue, that can only be...
An answer was ready, and his voice fluctuated: "Then, is it me?"
Shen Fengyue suddenly stopped speaking, and just looked at him with a smile, his bright red lips closed as if to say the answer, but saw that Siodor hadn't waited for him to say it, so he fled and left.
The sound of the palace door closing sounded, and Shen Fengyue laughed lowly, his laughter echoed in the empty palace.
"This holy son... weird and cute."
He did a blunt prank and got the desired result. Originally thought that the other party would not agree to this presumptuous request, but unexpectedly succeeded, even Shen Fengyue found it incredible.
When he was tired of laughing and wanted to rest, suddenly a note floated into the skylight.
Shen Fengyue picked up the note, then put a smile on her face again: "I'm finally free."
The note was sent by a dark cultist on the opposite side of the mainland, saying that he would be rescued in three days.
Shen Fengyue rested his chin, suddenly remembered Siodor's face, shook his head and laughed, and seemed to be separated from Master Shengzi.
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After making a little joke that day, Siodor disappeared, and it was three days after Shen Fengyue saw him again.
Just as Siodor opened the door and stepped into the room, she was interrupted by Shen Fengyue's voice: "Are you hiding from me?"
Siodor spent the three days in the Temple of Light. He confessed, asked his heart in front of the idol, and recited the holy scriptures over and over again in order to calm his mind. The effect is not yet known, but on the surface he is stretched.
"No." He shook his head.
When Shen Fengyue looked at him, she suddenly covered her lips and smiled, with a bright smile, like the first flower on a branch in spring.
"Don't worry, I won't tease you again in the future." Shen Fengyue turned over and missed the last half sentence. Because I am leaving soon.
The saint son looks serious and serious, like an old cadre, and his reaction is very cute, but his purpose is to be the son of darkness as a bug, and he can no longer waste precious time here.
At the time of parting, Shen Fengyue restrained herself, honestly and peacefully, and did not appear to be a monster in normal days.
He behaved abnormally, and it was rare for him to quiet down. Siodor was not used to it. He felt a little worried in his heart, always feeling that things were not so simple.
One afternoon passed quickly. This was a rare moment of peace for them in such a long time.
The sunlight gently spilt through the fully-opened fan-shaped window, illuminating half of the face of the sleeping person under the window sill, warm, with a light curve on his lips. The dandelion stalks were swaying in the breeze, and the fluffy white seeds stomped on his hair, clothes, and long, curled eyelashes.
Siodor's hunch came true. That night, the Holy See of Light was attacked by unknown persons. Someone burned the entire Holy See with a fire, and everyone around was busy fighting the fire and arresting the culprits. For a while, the entire Holy See was chaotic.
In the flames, Siodor chose to imprison Shen Fengyue's palace subconsciously.
The gate of the palace was kicked open, and as far as his eyes could be, there was only an empty cage. All the carved charms were crossed off, and the people held inside disappeared without a trace. As if unwilling, the man burned the palace on fire, and the abandoned cage was scorched by the flames, making a sizzling noise.
Siodor held the door frame with his fingers so hard that he turned white. He bowed his head and suddenly cursed, "...liar." He actually ran away.
The fire was not strong and was quickly extinguished. The attackers didn't seem to have come to attack them, they had other plans, and the arson was just chaos every day.
No one in the Holy See was injured or killed, and the burnt level of the buildings was not serious, except that the traitors in the cages disappeared.
The next day during the day, the Holy See began to settle the matter of last night. After the people underneath reported the situation to the Pope, the Pope was furious and realized something: "Damn it! That must be done by the Dark Cultists. They let go of the traitors, and they must be plotting something!"
"We must quickly recapture the traitor. The cage can no longer be used. We have to rebuild one." The pope held the scepter in his hand and fumbled for the uneven lines on the scepter, "notify the Knights, Let them take the three passers-by to secretly arrest them, and the rebels flee. This matter should not be made public, otherwise it will cause panic among the masses."
When the people underneath were about to go down, Siodor, who was always silent, spoke. He said to the Pope: "Your Majesty, please allow me to follow the Knights to capture the traitors."
The pope was surprised when he said this: "You don't have to be like this..."
Yes, Siodor laughed at himself. He didn't need to be like that. It was the responsibility of the Knights to catch a traitor who flees, and he didn't need him as a holy son to do it himself. But he still made a request, and he wanted to catch the little liar himself.
Siodor knelt down in front of the idol and repented countless times. Gradually, he realized something.
The Holy See is sacred, rigorous, solemn, and immutable. It was like a pool of calm and waveless stagnant water, but one day, a small stone was thrown into the stagnant water, stirring up a large wave.
Huge ripples are produced in the stagnant water, which has an impact on the Holy See, and also an impact on his calm mind.
And Shen Fengyue was the stone that was accidentally thrown in. It was small in size but huge in energy, which upset the Holy See.
He is alive and incompatible with strict dogmatic precepts,