How to correctly attack sick and delicate

At noon on the third day, while everyone was waiting anxiously, Instructor Olier arrived late with his small pipe.

The crowd cheered because of his arrival, and complaints began to sound.

"Teacher! Hurry up! I'm going to have lice all over my body!" A burly boy scratched his back, obviously because he hadn't showered in the field for a few days and made him very uncomfortable.

"I want to go home to eat! I'm starving to death, and I can't even pick fruit in this broken forest for the past two days..." The girl's dissatisfied muttering came immediately.

Olier shook the cigarette ash nonchalantly, and the noise in his ears became more and more noisy. He cast a silencing spell impatiently, "What's the noise, don't young people be so impetuous."

Next, he began to count the number of people, and found that there were still a few missing. He cursed annoyedly, rubbed his eyebrows, pointed to the list and sent some assistants to look for them, and without stopping any longer, he stuck a high-level teleportation talisman on the ground , opened a huge teleportation array, and brought all the students back.

Finally returning to his familiar home, Ai Ze thought with emotion that he would be able to live a life of waking up from a 200-square-meter bed every day and facing more than [-] beautiful maids.

As he entered the gate, Aize asked where Wayne was, and at the same time handed the package and staff to the accompanying servant, who took the shining staff with both hands respectfully.

【Hey, hey, hey... You just let go of the system's hand and agreed to be each other's angels! 】

Ai Ze automatically blocked the system, and when he heard that Wayne was in the garden, he walked straight to the garden.

The branches and leaves in the garden have not been pruned for a long time, and the flower branches and green leaves overflow the edge, growing lushly, although irregular, but the business is more abundant.

Wayne sat in the shade, leaning slightly, leaning on the recliner, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, the steaming steam engulfed his plain brows and eyes.

Aize called him.

Wayne put the tea on the coffee table, smiled at him from a distance, and waved him to sit down.

Ai Ze walked over and sat across from him, with the smell of tea lingering in his nose.

"Looking at you, you seem to be very successful?" Wayne opened his eyelids, glanced up and down at Aize, got up, and made him a cup of tea without haste.

Ai Ze was refreshed, and his robes were brand new, completely different from the ragged people who came back from the field trials for a few days. Wayne nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the adults have taken good care of themselves, and their strength is not bad. He didn't let himself be embarrassed, and indeed maintained the noble demeanor that the Protoss should have.

If Wayne saw Aize being chased by a big-headed beast with disheveled hair, he probably wouldn't think so.

Ai Ze took the cup of tea that Wayne handed him, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly. interesting thing.

For example, he encountered the incident of God assisting the undead brother, but when he was about to speak, his mouth automatically muted again, because he thought that the undead were dark creatures, and he was afraid that Wayne would suddenly put on a straight face and preach, so he still hesitated to speak out. The teacup took a sip to cover it up.

The hot tea has cooled down quite a bit, and it is warm in the mouth, which is just right, but the tea seems to be very bitter, so Ai Ze took a deep sip unexpectedly, and the root of his tongue felt a little numb all of a sudden.

"Wayne, what kind of tea did you make today? It's so bitter." Ai Ze frowned, feeling the bitter taste at the root of his tongue, it was difficult to swallow the tea in his throat, stuck out his tongue, and put down the teacup in disgust.

Wayne raised his eyebrows, chuckled amused by his funny expression, and reached out to pick up the teacup he had drunk.

He glanced at Ai Ze indiscriminately, lowered his head, took a sip of the rim of the cup he had just taken in his mouth, and secretly swept the rim of the cup with the tip of his tongue, licking slowly and vigorously.

Ai Ze saw it inadvertently, and took a breath, before Wayne put down the glass as if nothing had happened, and replied, "It's not bitter."

How could it not be bitter!Could it be sweet!

Aize looked at him inexplicably, thinking that his target is not only lame, but also has a bad taste bud.

Wayne ignored Aize's eyes, and turned his head away calmly, Mr. Son, if I remember correctly, you will be on vacation in the future. "

"Yes, three days off." Ai Ze nodded.

"It's about time." Wayne murmured, sat up straight, stared at Ai Ze, and started to preach about daily life again, but this time the content was a little different.

"Starting from this month, Lord Son, you will enter the inner door of the temple every month and pray to the holy things."

"Holy thing? What is it?" Why had he never heard of it.

"You will know when the time comes." Wayne only replied lightly, which made Ai Ze feel more curious, and also cast an anticipating mystery on this sacred object.

The next day, Wayne brought Aize to the temple, where the Pope had been waiting for a long time.

After the two saluted the Pope, the Pope said slowly, "Son of Light, I finally waited until you grew up."

The Pope has always been majestic, and almost all the punishments for him came from the Pope himself. This caused Ai Ze to have a bit of a shadow on the Pope, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

"Then go." He murmured for a while, then turned around and moved the arm of the statue, a secret door appeared in front of their eyes, the pope walked down the stairs step by step, his long clothes meandering all over the floor .

Ai Ze was afraid of stepping on the hem of his clothes, so he could only follow slowly.

Walking to the bottom, a stone door panel appeared.

The door panel seems to be natural, unpolished, exuding a warm luster, the upper and lower gaps are tightly closed together, and a round stone slab is naturally fused together in the middle, firmly locking the door.

The Pope made a gesture to Aize, meaning to let Aize watch his demonstration of entering the inner room correctly. Aize nodded and opened his eyes seriously.

Afterwards, the Pope put his hand on the door, pressed slightly hard, and pressed the sun circle sign on the door panel, inputting his pure elemental power inside.

With a "click", the raised part of the logo was recessed, and several beams of light slowly appeared above, like an X-ray scan, scanning his whole body to one side, which should be to confirm his identity.

All the light faded, the slate door moved, and moved to the sides by itself, the gap in the door widened until it could pass a person's urine and feces.

The Pope was not tall, even a little thin, so he walked past it easily.

Ai Ze stared at his back and thought, what if the Pope or the Holy Son is a fat man? Could it be that there is no room for a fat man in the inner room?

Putting away the messy thoughts in his head, Ai Ze imitated his appearance, stretched out his hand to stick on the smooth protrusion, and pressed his palm tightly against the stone wall. A little cool touch spread from the palm to the whole body, making him feel all of a sudden. He is cool.

As soon as the beam above was cast, it dimmed instantly, and Wayne, who had been standing behind him, opened his eyes slightly.

Inner Chamber Throughout the ages, only the Pope or the Holy Son has been allowed to enter the inner chamber of the temple by the God of Light, and only the purest divine blood can be approved.

The light beam dimmed, which only showed that the person who came was not a pure protoss nor believed in the God of Light.

Wayne was so flustered that his heart was in a mess. Fortunately, the beam of light reappeared before he could think about it, and the stone door vibrated quickly and opened again.

The circular stone plate in the center of the stone gate slowly rotated and split into two halves, exposing the narrow passage in the middle.

This is what should be there. The scene of the Holy Son entering the inner room, Wayne's heart fluttered down, his brows and eyes showed half of self-blame and annoyance, his Lord Son can only be the Holy Son, he just now How can you doubt the Son's infidelity to the light...

"Master Shengzi, go in." Wayne returned to his senses and whispered in Aize's ear.

"Aren't you going to come with me?" Ai Ze glanced at the blurry front.

"No." Wayne shook his head and bent slightly, "I'm not qualified to go in."

Ai Ze no longer insisted, walked into the inner room by himself, and the stone door behind him closed again.

Entering the inner room, the fuzzy white light gradually softened and turned into a warm tone, and the scene inside gradually became clear. It was quite different from the solemn and holy outside, and the golden light representing wealth and hope shone everywhere here.

The inner room is not too big, only the size of a common side hall, but the decoration inside is extremely luxurious.

The floor and walls are all kinds of delicate and complicated patterns. There are many pillars, all covered with lace ironed by gold rims. The multiple lighting instruments installed at the four corners emit many psychedelic warm lights, which seem to be moving. Shining golden on the surface of many metals and lenses.

The furnishings inside are all precious things, even a plant randomly placed on the ground is a ninth-level rare herb, which has the effect of absorbing elemental power.

Ai Ze was slightly stunned by the exquisite and luxurious decoration, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch the wall, and after a closer look, he found that the patterns here were all transformed by high-level magic spells, mixed with elemental power and deeply imprinted on them.

Judging from the superb and complicated craftsmanship, at least it was carefully hand-carved by many craftsmen above senior mages. Of course, this place has a strong defensive function, whether it is from the inside or the outside, it is indestructible, and it also makes the inner room Known as the place where the Holy See cannot be breached.

The many exquisite arrangements made all the utensils inside seem to have a kind of aura, and Ai Ze walked in it, feeling his spirit being pulled, leaving only amazement in his heart.

He continued to walk forward, and there was a huge carpet made of rare monster fur on the ground. When he stepped on it slowly, the thick fur sank deep into it. It was very soft at first glance, and the soles of Aize's feet were also soft and comfortable. Gotta want to roll on the ground.

The Pope had been waiting for him in front of him for a long time, even though he was used to silence, he couldn't help urging him dissatisfied because of Aize's delay.

Ai Ze looked up at the position where the Pope was standing. There was a high platform built in the center of the inner room, on which was an opened black furry box. Ai Ze glanced from a distance, and could only see the The sacred object is shining white light.

After walking further, he discovered that the box contained a holy crown of thorns.

The thorns of the holy crown of thorns have sharp thorns, as if stained with blood, but without the slightest violence.

Ai Ze seemed to be fascinated, and couldn't help but approached it a few steps obsessively. The Holy Crown of Thorns seemed to send out a slight fluctuation, pulling Ai Ze's sanity back a little.

He can be sure that he is not interested in holy relics, and has never seen them.He is the Son of God, and the holy thing of light should have an aura of intimacy with him, but when he was close to the holy thing, he felt that the soft and strong power on it was vaguely repelling him, and he wanted to reach out and touch it. As soon as he touched it, an invisible force knocked him back.

But he himself was even more excited strangely, the blood was boiling all over his body, the hand that was beaten back seemed to feel no pain, and he moved his fingers unconsciously, his heart beat violently in the chest cavity, and the blood surged up, creating an unbearable feeling. The urge to name.