After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Suddenly there was a strong wind at night, and the thick clouds covered the stars and buried the moonlight.A stern bolt of lightning cut through the silent night sky abruptly, and the city was as pale as paper reflected by the lightning.

Also pale was Wen Qingze's face, his consciousness sank and drifted in the chaos and darkness, without seeing the light of the sky, he could only faintly hear the rolling thunder, like a rapid drumbeat exploding in his mind.A steady stream of filthy air, wrapped in fragments of nightmares, continuously attacked his sea of ​​consciousness, invading the original territory bit by bit.

In a daze, he seemed to return to that hellish night more than ten years ago. The huge beast opened its bloody mouth, and under its fangs were countless desperate cries and broken pieces of flesh. Priests and bishops were dying. In the end, they all became dead souls buried in the ruins. Although the terrible beast tide finally came to an end with the victory of the Holy See, the viruses and plagues that followed took away more exaggerated figures. more people's lives and homes.

And he became one of the remaining refugees. Sometimes he even thought that if he died at that time, he would not have to endure the pain of the death of his parents and the separation of his brothers day and night, and he would not have to suffer sleepless nights from the torment of the sea of ​​consciousness.

But whenever he wants to give up and step into the grave with half a foot, the voices and smiles of the two younger brothers will always push away the dark clouds and cast a ray of light on him in despair. I can find them, and if I die here, I will never see them again...

The light beam continued to expand, gradually covering the entire sea of ​​consciousness, unprecedentedly dazzling and grand, almost piercing Wen Qingze's eyes.

It was the light that came in from the outside world, holy, pure, solemn, and solemn. It dispelled all the haze in an instant, and the lightning and thunder also dissipated completely. The light sprinkled golden paper in his consciousness The light spots immersed his consciousness in a warm and soft mist, and his whole body became comfortable and calm, as if he had been reborn.

"How is it?" Ye Shaoqing waited by the bed, paying attention to Wen Qingze's expression. From the agony just now, he gradually became peaceful and quiet. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he finally relaxed his brows and took a long and slow breath. I want to hear Ye Zheng confirm it personally.

"...It's all right, I'll recover after a short sleep." The white fox slowly climbed off Wen Qingze's body with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, but he didn't even have the strength to jump out of the bed. He fell into Ye Shaoqing's arms with his tail and A pair of fox ears also lost their energy and drooped wearily.

Ye Shaoqing was taken aback, never expected that this would be such a huge loss to Ye Zheng—yes, its own sea of ​​consciousness was about to be exhausted, and it finally recovered a little bit with its own holy light, in order to save Wen Qingze This time shed light again.

"Yezheng, hello! Wake up!" Ye Shaoqing's heart that had just been let go raised his throat again. If this guy wants to save his friend's life, he will be sad for the rest of his life.

"By the way, Holy Light!" With a sullen face, he opened the mouth of the fox that often took pleasure in beating him, and stuffed his fingers into it. Now, Shengguang, who was not working at that time, deliberately made fun of him, but he refused to show a little bit.

A few drops of sweat fell on Ye Shaoqing's forehead, and he cursed sinisterly: "If you don't listen to me, don't come out again!"

"...Little idiot." The white fox slightly opened its eyes, obviously extremely weak, but still did not forget to sneer, but the voice was hoarse and weak, and the tone was as soft as gossamer, if it wasn't coming from a fox's mouth and asked others to listen, I thought it was flirting between lovers.

At this critical moment, Ye Shaoqing certainly didn't care about being scolded, but he was a little happy instead: "You're awake, are you feeling alright?"

Ye Zheng reluctantly raised his head from his embrace, and said coldly, "It's not good."

Ye Shaoqing flicked her saliva-stained fingers casually, and said helplessly, "Then what should I do? I still can't use that special power freely, and I always try my luck..."

"Oh, is Holy Light a power that can be mastered casually?" Ye Zheng glanced at him lazily with the end of his eyes, and said slowly, "You lower your head."

Ye Shaoqing did as he did, but saw the white fox stretch out its two front paws to hug his neck, leaning its head against his ear, and said softly: "If you want to help me, just let me go. Remember, don't have No rejection at all."

The man was stunned. Although he didn't know what the fox was going to do, he also knew that this was an extremely dangerous move. As long as the other party had a little unruly intentions, his sea of ​​consciousness could be destroyed in an instant, and he would become an idiot at the slightest, or even die at worst.

Ye Shaoqing only took a breath, and decided to agree to its request. Although this guy is mysterious, often put on airs, and occasionally a little nervous, he believes that the other party will not hurt him.

The trust he showed, Ye Zheng showed a slightly satisfied expression, moved his paws away from the neck, held the man's face, brought it to his lips, and dropped a superficial kiss - if that kind of contact can be counted as a kiss if.

Ye Shaoqing hadn't recovered from the cold touch on his lips, and suddenly realized that he was being licked by the vixen's tongue, but the white fox didn't stick out his tongue. The intimate licking feeling didn't come from his skin, but from his skin. From his sea of ​​consciousness—the spiritual power of the white fox has been extended to the depths of his soul through the closest contact.

It is completely different from when Lao Tao established a spiritual connection with it. Perhaps it is because the spirit is completely open and undefended, or it may be because of the relationship of the same source of the holy light, the integration of spiritual power is extremely smooth.

This kind of fusion is too wonderful, no matter how beautiful words are, it is difficult to describe it. At this moment, Ye Shaoqing even felt that his body was also Ye Zheng's body, and everything about the other party was also his own. His five senses were extending infinitely. Small actions and thoughts can resonate deep inside.

In the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, where the golden light is the most intense, he could clearly see a snow-white fox lying there with its tail curled up, slowly stretching its limbs. There was a golden flame on its forehead, and a pair of dark golden foxes. The eyes are like two bright gemstones inlaid in the eye sockets. They should have a coquettish and charming temperament, but they look noble and holy, as if looking at them more is blasphemy.

However, Ye Shaoqing did not apologize for the offense at all. Not only did he look at it for a long time, but he was also bewitched to touch its white hair. Ye Zheng didn't resist, or couldn't resist, but under his touch, his eyes were slightly closed, and his body trembled slightly. trembling.

This wonderful feeling only lasted for a few seconds, so it could dissipate invisibly. Ye Shaoqing regained his composure, and Ye Zheng was still lying quietly in his arms. He thought that everything just now was just his illusion.

"Hey, your tail—" Ye Shaoqing lifted the white fox up with both hands, so the tail naturally hung down softly, but there was one more dangling!

Yezheng yawned lazily, and said slowly, "What a fuss, you should care more about your friends."

"Wen Qingze? Didn't he recover after a short sleep?" Ye Shaoqing sat on the side of the bed and took a closer look at Wen Qingze's face. Except for the rosy complexion, everything was normal.

Ye Zheng said: "It's a sleep, but it's also possible to sleep for three to five days."

"..." Ye Shaoqing silently gave him a "what's the use of you" expression.

Ye Zheng said leisurely: "I just used the holy light to dispel the negative pollution in his sea of ​​consciousness. If he wants to wake up early, he still needs to do mental sorting. You come."

"Me?" Ye Shaoqing said in surprise, "I don't know how, Lao Tao said that trying casually may backfire."

Ye Zheng snorted softly, and said, "I'll teach you now, so don't worry, besides, haven't you experienced the feeling of spiritual penetration just now? But in his current state, his body is self-defense, so you have to be careful."

Ye Shaoqing thought for a while, then said with a little embarrassment: "Then, do I still have to kiss him?"

"..." Yezheng gave him a cool look, "If you think too much, just press your finger on the center of his brow."

Ye Shaoqing raised her eyebrows: "Then you just now..."

"To use that kind of intimacy by completely giving up the instinctive repulsion, it's very dangerous, and the effect is the best." Baihu explained indifferently, and ordered, "Okay, do it."

Ye Zheng said it casually, but he always inadvertently revealed a kind of majesty who had been in the top position for a long time, and people would follow its rhythm unconsciously.

Ye Shaoqing didn't think much about it, she concentrated her mental power on her fingertips, and carefully penetrated into Wen Qingze's body according to Ye Zheng's words.The feeling of actively intruding and passively receiving is completely different, perhaps because Wen Qingze's body's defense mechanism stimulates vigilance, this time there is no feeling of being in harmony with Yezheng at all, but like the initial treatment of Shengluo, the tension is intense like a war.

Wen Qingze was a little restless in his sleep. After being cleaned up by Yezheng's tyrannical holy light, his sea of ​​consciousness was in a mess, and he was still slowly repairing himself. All Ye Shaoqing had to do was to nourish his dry sea of ​​consciousness and use external forces to speed up the repair process.

This process was slow and difficult, and no mistakes or omissions were allowed. Fortunately, Yezheng was there to assist, guide and lead, and the opposite did not happen.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Shaoqing slowly withdrew his mental power, and his whole body was like a dehydrated fish lying on the side gasping for breath.

"It should be all right now, right?"

Ye Zheng nodded slightly, his eyes were dim, and he looked extremely tired: "Remember, if anyone asks, don't mention me."

Ye Shaoqing picked it up and said, "I'll take you back to rest."

Ye Zheng lay motionless in his arms, half-closed his eyes, and said softly, "Can you still walk?"

"What can I have—" Ye Shaoqing was inexplicable, and suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, he couldn't stand still and almost fell, he frowned and pressed his temple, "What's going on? I'm so dizzy..."

Ye Zheng was hugged tightly by him, but he didn't know if he was used to it or he didn't have more strength to break free, and said slowly: "I have absorbed so much holy light, and spent a lot of mental energy for this kid, you still have strength Talking is already a miracle."

"!!" Ye Shaoqing was still a little dazed. He subconsciously wanted to go back to his bedroom, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all. His thinking became slower and slower, almost stagnating, and finally he could no longer maintain a standing position. In this posture, he fell headlong on the carpet.

Poor Yezheng was firmly pressed under his body, turning into a fox fur mat. He had nowhere to run, so he could only squint his eyes and gritted his teeth: "This little bastard..."