The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Does it hurt?"

Sister Frey looked at the bloodstains on Lor's back with distress. The bloodstains looked strangely hideous compared to his jade-white skin.

"I'm fine." Lor endured the pain and lay on the bed in the room, feeling a burning pain in his back.

"Sister Frey, why did the head nun punish me?"

Lor was quite puzzled and slapped himself for no reason. This nun must be sick.

"This is the discipline of the flesh, a necessary practice that every nun must undergo."

"People possessed by demons will reveal their true form during the discipline."

Sister Frey gently reached out and stroked the scars on Lor's back, as if trying to soothe his pain. Miraculously, with her comfort, the original burning pain began to subside.

Gradually, the pain became less severe, and I even felt a hint of comfortable coolness.

"It feels so comfortable, Sister Frey. It doesn't seem to hurt so much anymore." Lor said in surprise.

"Then I'll rub it for you more."

Sister Frey said gently, climbing onto Lor's bed, kneeling on both sides of Lor's body, leaning over and gently stroking the scars on his back.

This posture was quite ambiguous, revealing a charming spring scene, but Lor did not notice it and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Thank you, Sister Frey, you are so kind to me."

Lor murmured as he felt the other's touch.

"You're welcome, Lor."

Sister Frey lowered her eyebrows and just stared at the scars on Lor's back, with a deep light in her eyes.

……

In the next two days, because of her menstrual vows, Lor did not need to go to the church to pray like other nuns, and Frey helped deliver her daily meals to her room.

Under Frey's care, Lor felt that he recovered unusually quickly, but when he thought that she had the blessing of the goddess and could heal other people's injuries, he didn't think much about it.

Vice Dean Weiya also returned to the monastery a few days later and brought back holy water from the holy city. Although Lor did not go to the church to pray, Frey also helped Lor bring a small bottle back to the room, saying that she had asked Vice Dean Weiya for permission.

"Is this holy water?"

Lor sat on the edge of the bed and looked curiously at the bottle of milky white liquid in his hand. It looked like milk but a little turbid.

"Yes, this is also the goddess's gift to us."

Fulei handed the holy water to Lor.

"You are weak and injured. I asked Vice Dean Wei Ya for more for you. Drink it as soon as possible."

"Holy water, is it for drinking?"

Lor took a light sniff and smelled a strange milky fragrance.

"Drink it, and your body will heal quickly, and the devil won't be able to hurt you."

Sister Frey stared at Lor as he raised the bottle, took a sip as if to taste it lightly, and licked her lips as if she wanted to taste it too.

Drink more, drink more.

"Hmm..." Lor only felt an indescribable magical taste filling his mouth. It smelled like milk, but when he drank it, it tasted like alcohol.

"This wouldn't be a bar?"

After just two sips, Lor felt dizzy.

After drinking the water of the Styx, his body, which seemed to be no longer so sensitive, began to heat up again, as if this cup of holy water had aroused the medicinal properties hidden deep in Lor's body.

For a moment, Lor's cheeks were extremely hot, and the corners of his eyes were flushed. He blinked at Sister Frey unconsciously, and the words he spoke became extremely gentle:

"Sister Fulei, why do I feel dizzy?"

"The goddess is bestowing grace upon you." Frey began to tremble inexplicably, as if she was suppressing her excitement but was afraid of being discovered by Lor.

She gently moved closer and sat next to Lor. Lor was not on guard and leaned on her as if he was about to collapse.

Lor felt as if a warm current was flowing through his body, making him feel warm and very comfortable. The scars on his back left by the discipline began to itch.

That's the feeling when a wound heals faster.

Frey gently held Lor in her arms, feeling the body temperature of the person in her arms.

Lor was drowsy, but he could clearly feel a certain vitality flowing in his body, which could heal his wounds and dispel the cold.

Is this a power that even mortals can obtain?

So warm.

"Sister Frey, I haven't practiced the Goddess' teachings these past few days. Can you tell me about it?"

"Of course." The nun gently stroked Luo'er's pretty face, which was now flushed and her petite body was slightly hot. She knew that this was the gift of the goddess taking root in Luo'er's body.

"In the beginning the world was a sea of ​​darkness, without light or life."

“The spirit of the goddess walked on the face of the deep and scattered the seeds of life into the sea.”

"The first thing to be conceived was the great serpent that encircled the world..."

Lor was obviously not very pious. He fell into a deep sleep after listening for a while. The nun did not care and continued to explain the contents of the scriptures in gentle words.

"…We are just drops of water in the ocean, specks of dust under the sky, sand flowing through the fingers of gods, and a corner of the reflection of gods walking in the mortal world."

"Seeds sprout in the ground, flowers bear fruit in the wind, and life is nurtured in the darkness..."

The nun's voice gradually became unclear, but became more and more solemn. Lor fell into a deep sleep, but it seemed as if thousands of people were singing hymns in his ears.

"Oh, great god, mother of moths who gave birth to thousands of lives, you are the god of reproduction, the god of rebirth, the god of reincarnation and rebirth. I beg you to listen to my prayers and bless this child."

"Give her a new life."

……

"Am I... asleep?"

After an unknown amount of time, Lor woke up from his bed. Because the nuns' rooms were underground and the windows were only for ventilation, one could not see the sky outside, so Lor did not know what time it was outside.

I got out of bed and felt very relaxed. I checked my clothes and found nothing unusual. I reached out and touched my back, which was smooth to the touch. All the previous injuries had healed.

There is not even a little scar left, and the skin looks as tender as newborn.

"The church's holy water is so magical." Lor recalled that he only drank two sips and all his injuries were healed. He also seemed to have endless strength, sweeping away his previous weakness.

"Is there really such a good goddess..." Lor subconsciously glanced at his own shadow. Whenever he mentioned the goddess, he couldn't help but think of a goddess living in his own shadow.

But this goddess is not so friendly to humans.

"Why is there a moth..." Lor lit the oil lamp on the bedside. A moth flew out from the darkness and landed on the wall next to the oil lamp that was illuminated by the light.

Moths are phototactic creatures, so it is not surprising that they are attracted to light sources. However, Lor remembered that there should have been no moths in his room before. After all, the room was so small that they could see everything.

Did that fly in from outside?

Lor had discovered before that there seemed to be more and more moths in this monastery. Every day when cleaning, he could find many small moths clinging to the branches and lying motionless.

Normally, when Lor saw a moth, he would always slap it to death, but this time he did not do so. Instead, he stared blankly at the flickering candlelight on the oil lamp.

The candlelight, which was usually sparse and ordinary, seemed to have a strange attraction at this moment, making Lor stare at it unconsciously for a while, but then Lor shook his head, as if wondering why he was staring at an oil lamp.

Lor walked to the door and opened it. It was pitch black outside. Lor originally wanted to find Sister Frey, whose room was just opposite. But at this moment, looking at the dark corridor outside, he suddenly felt a little scared for some reason.

It was as if the body was spontaneously warning me that it was dangerous outside, but the room with candlelight behind me was safe.

Lor realized that something seemed to be wrong with him, but he couldn't put it into words, so he just stood at the door.

"Squeak," Just as Lor was wondering what was wrong with himself, the door of Sister Frey's room opposite was pushed open from the inside, and Sister Frey's figure appeared behind the door.

"Lor, it's already late, don't go out anymore."

Sister Frey was standing in her room and speaking, her voice still as gentle as ever, but Lor could not see her face clearly as it was hidden in the darkness.

There is no light in Sister Fulei's room. Doesn't she need to light an oil lamp...

Lor began to feel more and more uneasy, and he heard Sister Frey teasing with a smile.

"Or, Lor wants me to sleep with you."

"No, that's okay, Sister Fulei. I'm going back to my room to rest. You should also go to bed early."

Lor blushed slightly and closed the door. Through the gap before the door closed, he could still see a motionless figure standing in the darkness opposite.

He just stared deeply like this until the door on Lor's side closed.

Lor returned to the bed and looked at the oil lamp on the bedside table. The moth that had previously landed on the wall was still attached there, also motionless, as if it was also staring at Lor.