As the plague father, how can I save the world?

19.

The morning light split the darkness and softly diffused into the gaps in the curtains, but this halo was destined not to illuminate the room already engulfed by shadows.

Teresa stood outside the door, lowering her eyes. When the beautiful emerald green pupils were covered, this quiet and pious young man looked a bit like a ruthless stone sculpture.

This time Teresa was wearing a black robe again, buttoned to her Adam's apple. Around his neck was a silver cross. Has a gentle halo.

This is the attire of a priest, ascetic and holy.

It's a pity that the young man's skin exposed outside his robe... Messy green scales are growing, and they gradually climb on his hands and side face. These scales are very ugly, and the color is too variegated to look dirty.

The priest is holding a book with a white cover in his hand. The book depicts a huge tree with a triangular crown and a short trunk that is almost invisible. Under the trunk is a complicated root system. These roots are far more complex than the crown. Like an extension of the triangle.

Teresa stroked the book lightly. After a long time, he raised his left hand and pressed it against the door. At this moment, all the ugly scales retreated at the same time, leaving only pale clean soft skin.

Teresa knocked lightly on the wooden door. After a long time, the door opened in front of him. The bedroom inside the door was finally no longer dominated by shadows. After the curtain-like shadow receded, the central mattress was revealed. The man in black stood beside the bed, holding a sleeping little boy in his arms.

The priest and the man looked at each other. Their eyes were diametrically opposed to emerald green and dark red. Teresa lowered her eyes first. He walked slowly to the man and whispered, "Godfather, are you awake?"

The curtains were drawn at this moment, the sunlight just rightly dyed the whole room a warm brown, the boy's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes, which were the purest silver.

Su Yun smiled: "...Teresa, are you here too?"

"Yes, I am your theology teacher." Teresa held out her hand, "Please pray with me."

What to pray for?Are you grateful to the gods?

Su Yun laughed, he stretched out his hand to Teresa, Flora very cooperatively sent him into Teresa's arms, without any intention of interfering.

Teresa nodded slightly to Flora, and then he hugged Su Yun and left without looking back. There is indeed a small church beside the garden of this old house, which was built by Su Yun for Teresa before. , there are no solemn shrines or gorgeous sculptures inside, and there are only simple crosses on the altar.

"Did Teresa come back today?" Su Yun leaned in his arms, smelling the sober breath of the woods after the rain with the tip of his nose, "I didn't see you in the old house yesterday."

"When you fell asleep, this mansion and surname were a burden to me, so I went to the West." Teresa smiled gently, "But my God, now that you are here, I will not leave again."

The morning light shone into the church, and there were large flowers piled up under the cross. Theresa stepped over a group of low stools and solemnly placed Su Yun on the altar.

This location should have been arranged for a long time, surrounded by scattered snow-white flowers, just left a soft scarlet cushion, surrounded by flowers is a tall silver cross, the morning light shoots in from the back and above, and descends brilliantly, Together with the cross, it stands behind Su Yun, like a holy light.

Teresa looked up at the scene in front of her, pious and admiring, his hands were tightly clasped together, as if relying on faith with his soul.

Su Yun saw his own reflection in the emerald green eyes in front of him, so he couldn't help laughing: "Is this a confession for me?"

"But my god, this position belongs only to you."

Teresa explained earnestly, and then he also smiled, took out a small shallow silver plate, and put a silver knife on it: "Father God, please don't refuse."

Su Yun was stunned for a moment before he realized... Teresa wanted to give him his blood too.

The priest had already cut a small cross on the palm of his left hand with a silver knife. He placed his palm upwards on the silver plate, and then he clenched his fists tightly. Blood flowed from between his fingers, and quickly filled the shallow plate. Full.

"Father, please drink it."

18.

Teresa's blood was fragrant and bitter, and had almost no fishy smell, but it also couldn't hide the faint rancid stench.

After drinking Teresa's blood, Su Yun grew up to look like four or five years old. It's a coincidence that Teresa also played at this age last time.

Although feeding blood is not a normal first lesson in theology, Teresa has been quite well-behaved in the following teachings. Su Yun has always known that his voice is clear, but he did not expect Teresa to sing hymns and hymns. It will sound so sweet.

Ordinary humans would immediately shed tears when they heard his songs, followed by devotion and becoming the best brothers and sisters of the priest.

Since then, Su Yun's day has been divided by three little plagues. Teresa's teaching in the morning, Alice's playing in the afternoon, and Flora's vigil at night. This peaceful day lasted for seven days before being ruthlessly broken up.

Jasmine came with drums and gongs.

Yes, beating gongs and drums, playing and singing.

The luxurious convoy drove into the old mansion, followed by a ballet troupe, an orchestra, a full cast of "The Merry Wives of Windsor" and a circus.

That's all for the first three. The troupe members all sat neatly in their respective convoys. Only the last circus troupe got a retro horse-drawn convertible for some reason. The performance started right in the car, and all the performers wore medieval costumes, which can be said to be very elegant.

Su Yun: "..."

Long gone, this familiar sense of shame.

The leading white-gold vehicle opened the door, and a man in a cloak strode out of the door. He was also dressed in black, with long dark red hair hanging behind his head, and his smoky gray eyes were passionate. Going up the steps, I can't wait to stretch out my hands to Su Yun: "My master, you have finally woken up."

It was Teresa who was holding Su Yun at that time. The priest's hand trembled slightly in the circus comedy, and then he reluctantly let go.

When Su Yun was picked up by Jasmin, he couldn't help turning around and looking at the head maid. The head maid, who was over half a century old, had already had dull eyes, and her mind probably also went blank. Su Yun bowed slightly: "Master, what are your orders?"

Su Yun: "...these guests, um... let them go to rest first."

Head Maid: "...Yes."

17.

Jasmin becomes the new art teacher.

At dinner that day, Flora announced that, and it was correct to say so, but his actions and expressions did not answer in this way.

Su Yun felt that the three little plagues probably wanted to throw Jasmine out. After all, Jasmine's ability to attract hatred was second only to Anita. By the way, Anita should appear next...

Su Yun took a sip of the soup and decided not to think about it.

So the four-year-old Patriarch added another course, and his artistic enlightenment was similar to the first lesson of theology.

The theater attached to the old house was reopened after being idle for many years. The dark red curtain divides the stage into two halves. The dancers take turns dancing to the tune, as beautiful as petrels taking turns playing in the tide in a storm.

Su Yun sat in the highest box, where he could clearly see the scene on the stage, but the people on the stage couldn't see their only audience.

"I searched for a long time, only they are the best." Jasmin's voice sounded like a sigh, "Do you like it?"

Su Yun nodded: "I like them, they are all beautiful."

The orchestra played a movement simulating a tsunami, and a faint smell of blood filled the box.

Su Yun immediately turned around and looked at Jasmin: "What are you doing?"

The man beside him looked at him obsessively. He gently unbuttoned his collar, and the black collar receded to reveal his neck and the neck ring locked on it. This time the neck ring was different from what Jasmine had worn before. Same, it is exquisite and beautiful but cruel and evil, the thin circle of hollow lines is full of sharp barbs, when worn it is only pierced, but... Jasmin turned it.

"What are you doing!"

Su Yun frowned, he wanted to hold Jasmine's hand, but because of the limitations of the child's body, his big movement made him throw him into Jasmine's arms.

"This is my blood, my master." Jasmin hugged Su Yun tenderly and whispered to him, "Although it hurts, I like it so much."

Su Yun used his arm to stand firm, and he stretched out his hand to lightly press on the neck ring. The next moment, the thing shattered into powder, completely exposing Jasmine's neck that had been stripped of a layer of skin.

Jasmine was serious, as if she was saying something well-known: "Please don't let blood stain your hands."

Su Yun sighed helplessly, leaned forward and licked it, and then all the wounds healed quickly, not even a single scar remained.

"Ah..." Jasmin laughed softly, carefree and happy, "My master, I love you."

16.

Jasmin's blood smelled slightly like alcohol, but also slightly bitter and rancid, which seemed to be the unavoidable commonality of the little plagues.

Su Yun's body has grown to the stage of a six-year-old or seven-year-old child, but no matter what, he finally has a reason to leave by himself.

And Anita deserves to be the one who was rejected by everyone. Although he was once one of the owners of this ancient house, he appeared like a thief who stole incense and jade.

Su Yun finished his morning class that day, and he was supposed to attend an art class next. He was walking in the corridor between the flower beds, and suddenly saw a bright red rose in the middle of the corridor.And then the rose... well, moved.

Su Yun: "..."

Su Yun watched the rose slowly crawling to his feet—it wasn't because the rose moved by itself, but a little white snake was crawling forward with the rose in its mouth. Compared with the last time before parting, this little snake seemed thicker. The scales were a little smaller, but the scales were still pure and pure white, and the ruby ​​​​eyes were just as lovely.

Su Yun squatted down and took the flower that the little snake was holding. The little white snake probably wanted to be coquettish, but it saw the black snake that Su Yun was hiding in his sleeve at a glance... The little black snake was sticking out its tongue at it.

Strangely enough, Su Yun saw the shock and anger in the eyes of this little thing, and then it jumped up and wrestled with the writhing and protesting black snake, entangled with each other. Difficult to part.

Su Yun was extremely helpless, he casually inserted flowers into the buttonhole, separated the two little things with each hand, and the little white snake quickly wrapped around his hand, licking, biting, acting coquettishly, but it turned out to be a smaller black snake Haughty and ruthless, tattooed in a victorious pose.

A pair of hands embraced Su Yun from behind. If Su Yun was still in normal shape at this time, then this movement should be infinitely charming, but he is only a child now, so this became a gentle hug.

"Hey...you already have other snakes." The person holding Su Yun complained, "Maybe you also forgot about me."

Su Yun turned around and saw those bright crimson eyes: "Anita, you are here too."

Anita knelt down on the ground so that he could be at the same level as Su Yun. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a petal from Su Yun's skirt, and put it in his mouth naturally: "I planted this rose."

It's just planted by me, without Jasmin's hands.

Su Yun seriously praised: "It's beautiful."

Although they are both romantic people in the world, Anita and Jasmine's postures are completely different. He came very low-key and did not tie his hair, but he was quite serious in a pure black formal suit.

The black clothes and black hair made his eyes even more coquettish. When he smiled, he was full of charm.

Su Yun was pressed against his chest. There was no heartbeat in this body, only a dead silence.

Anita is actually very thin, just big-boned.

"My God..." Anita's voice seemed to drip honey, "I'm sorry, I don't have blood."

Su Yun was taken aback.

Anita began to unbutton the buttons one by one. Under the serious suit, he was wearing nothing, directly revealing his jade-like pale chest: "...I only have bone marrow"

I saw vines attached to Anita's chest, and the slender vines climbed outward in a radiating shape, and the center of them was Anita's heart.

A small flower bud was gestating at Anita's heart, and it experienced budding, blooming and withering in the blink of an eye, and finally only a piece of half-withered red rose remained.

Anita took it off and put it on Su Yun's lips: "My god, it's sweet."

15.

It is indeed sweet, the rich fragrance envelops the thick sweetness, followed by the unconcealable bitterness, this bitterness has always remained in Su Yun's taste, which makes the sweetness even more precious.

Anita left without a sound, but the little white snake stayed. It whimpered and bit Su Yun's sleeve, as if it had been greatly wronged.

Su Yun's body grew again, this time he was already close to a ten-year-old child.

Next, it's Isis.

Isis appeared at the dinner table aboveboard, completely different from Anita who could only sneak in.

He also wore black clothes. This time, the little plagues in the world seemed to like black very much, which made the dinner full of solemn ritual, like a funeral.

So Su Yun got an extra equestrian teacher.

How should I put it...well, the first equestrian lesson that seems familiar.

There is a horse farm next to the old house, which raises a large number of horses all year round. I don't know how God Attendant raises them. These horses are all as strong and fierce as wild horses.

Su Yun's current body is still considered a child, and Isis carried him onto a tall stallion. The black mane was shiny and shiny, and he looked very human.

Su Yun patted the horse's neck: "Why don't you ride a god-serving horse this time?"

Isis immediately got on the horse and sat behind Su Yun: "Father God, then I don't need my teaching."

When Isis took the rein, his arms and body formed a small space on the horse, and Su Yun leaned directly on his chest. This state reminded him of the days of the religious wars.

At that time... he seemed to be a priest?Walk the lands of war as part of a new religion.

That time was also the time when Isis exposed her real body.

The horse started to trot first, and under the control of Isis, the speed became faster and faster. Finally, it passed the hills and groves like the wind. The scorching sun in the morning was exposed to the greenery, making people feel comfortable.

Isis drove the horses across the entire racecourse, and finally stopped by the lake. The sun shone on the lake, reflecting a halo of lingering light.

At this moment, Isis suddenly leaned down and said in Su Yun's ear, "My God, please drink my blood."

"Father, please be patient."

Isis put both hands in front of Su Yun, and he gently scratched the wrist of the other hand with one finger, the fresh blood rolled down drop by drop, smashed into the grass on the ground, and a faint fishy smell filled the air. The horse started to feel restless and anxious, but Isis held the rein firmly, and the black horse could only move in small steps.

Su Yun subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the blood bead, and then he healed Isis's wound, and then he lowered his head to touch the blood in his palm.

Unlike other people's blood, Isis's blood was very bloody, and it seemed to be mixed with a lot of spices, but it suppressed the mild rancid smell. It was an indescribable taste, but it was not unpalatable.

When Su Yun raised his head again, he saw Isis's wrist close at hand. Although the wound had healed, traces of blood still remained.

Su Yun asked, "Does it hurt?"

Isis laughed, her thick green eyes shining brightly: "It hurts, but my God, it's nothing."

The author has something to say: This chapter can probably be summed up as #病病人的花式play#

If you replace drinking blood with... hey

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Meh!