after being forced to become a heartthrob

Wen Rao sat on the cushion. Because of the hot weather, many nobles would choose cooler jade as the material of the cushion, but he still sat on the thick cushion, even in order to make his buttocks more comfortable. , put several layers under the buttocks.

His whole body was covered by a tight black robe, only a pair of feet leaning on the cushion were exposed.

After the boy came in through the door, he heard the slave girl who brought him here close the door from the outside.His voice became tense all of a sudden, "God... my lord priest."

Wen Rao really didn't have the strength to stand up, because the wound was inside his body, he couldn't see the pharmacist, he could only endure it and wait for the wound to heal by itself, but it was destined to heal slowly, he endured the pain Time is also multiplied.

Without hearing the gentle voice, the boy kneeling on the ground carefully raised his head and glanced at it.What caught his eyes was the priest's bare white feet.Unlike civilians who worked all day and had thick calluses on their soles, priests' soles were also milky white, with only a little blood-colored powder peeking out from their forepaws.

Just looking at his feet made the boy unable to look away.

Wen Rao, who was leaning on the cushion, moved her body to decorate the cushion, and the tassels strung with jade began to shake.

The boy lowered his head again.

"What did you do with the perfume last time?" Wen Rao was ready to ask him over yesterday, but it was too late, and he went back to clean up the things in his body. This young man came over.

The boy pressed both hands on the floor in front of him, his slightly parted lips were trembling with fear.

Looking at his reaction, Wen Rao knew that Hillman's threat was not aimless, but that there was something really wrong with the perfume, "You must have used the wizard's magic."

Facing gentle doubts, the young man didn't have a single rebuttal, instead he fell obediently on the ground, but his trembling shoulders revealed his fear at the moment.

"You were a wizard from the beginning, right, they didn't wrong you at all." Wen Rao said.

"No, no!" Knowing that if he admits it, the priest will feel cheated, the young man anxiously denies, "I am not a wizard! I was wronged—the priest saved me, I... I ..." Looking at the priest who looked at him calmly, he stretched out his hand to cover his cheek, "I just wanted to help you with that, I never wanted to hurt you..."

If he was really a wizard, he would not be so honest in the temple during this period of time.Wen Rao still remembered those wizards who were turned into slaves of crows, those guys who regarded doing bad things as their purpose in life, as long as he didn't see them for a day, they could make big news like the curse of the spring.

"I'm sorry, Lord Priest, I deceived you... even if you send me back to the execution ground now, I won't blame you." Big drops of tears dripped from the cracks between his fingers to the ground.

Wen Rao thought of his pitiful appearance with burns and festering all over his body when he was rescued.But more important than compassion is, "Where did you learn the magic of a wizard?"

The young man told the story of that night in detail. After Wen Rao finished listening, he realized that the wizard he saw was so similar to the wizard he had put on vacation.

"When is it, do you remember?"

The young man recalled it and described the scene in detail. At the end, his voice trembled, "I'm afraid that the wizard will curse the priest after he enters the palace, so...so..."

"So you just killed him?" Hearing this, Wen Rao was basically sure that it was the wizard who he put on vacation, and then he mistakenly thought that he had escaped.This is really, too miserable...

"Yes." The young man also knew how unconvincing his words were. How could he kill a wizard?So even if the priest is suspicious, he will not blame the priest.

Wen Rao had no doubts at all, because he remembered the curse he had added to that wizard, which would turn civilians into crows for life, so he just died?

"What you study is the magic book he left behind?"

"Yes, yes." For fear that the priest would not believe it, he immediately raised his voice again, "What I said is true! I swear!"

"I know you're telling the truth." So keep your voice down.Wen Rao had a headache from his sudden loud voice.

"My lord, do you believe me?" Even if it is so absurd, do you believe him?

Of course Wen Rao believed it, because he was the one who let the unlucky wizard out, but he definitely couldn't tell him that, so he adjusted his gentle and healing voice, "Well, I believe you."

The young man took a few steps on his knees excitedly, and when he crawled in front of Wen Rao, he stepped back a little bit consciously of offense.But it's just a little back.

Wen Rao looked at his tender cheeks flushed from crying and his frightened eyes, and sighed faintly, "I saved you from the execution ground, no matter what, I will never send you back again." Wen Rao Rao also thought about it seriously. Now he is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Before the original owner enslaved the priest, and later there was a princess who brought his younger brother to rebel. He is not bad at covering up the small crime of a wizard. His fanboy's footsteps.Thinking about it this way, Wen Rao's expression became more gentle, "Although Hillman has already seen your identity, he still blackmails me with this—" Wen Rao said so purely It is to make this young man understand, look how much I value you, I will protect you whenever Hillman finds you, you should be grateful to Dade for messing with me, you know?

What the young man understood was completely different. He thought of the scene he saw outside the temple last night. Did the holy priest be forcibly defiled by Hillman just because he protected him?

Wen Rao looked at his tears streaming down again, and began to wonder if his lacrimal glands were faucets.

"Master Priest, hand me over! This has nothing to do with you, it's all about me..."

Wen Rao reached out and gently stroked the top of his head, "When you come to the temple, you are a believer in the gods. I will protect you."

The boy knelt on the ground choking with sobs.

Wen Rao felt that he was still leaning against him at this time, which really didn't suit the atmosphere, so he put down his legs and sat up from the cushion. Because the boy was too close to him, as soon as his feet were put down, they were directly reflected in the kneeling chair. In the eyes of the youth on the ground.

Wen Rao didn't notice that he had stopped whimpering, and his hand was still on top of the boy's head, "As long as your heart is pious, wizard's magic can't disturb your clean soul."

The young man didn't speak, Wen Rao thought that he was moved by the face of his Virgin Mary, and continued to playfully said, "Do you believe in gods?"

The boy nodded.

Wen Rao was about to publish another large piece of chicken soup to brainwash this simple boy, and let him join his and the concubine's usurping ship, but before he could speak, the boy who knelt under his knees suddenly shrank his shoulders, timidly asked, "Master Priest, can you make me believe in instead of the gods?"

The tenderly brewed chicken soup choked in his throat.

From between his legs, the crying young man with red eyes raised his head, his eyes were still covered with mist, and he looked very confused, "I don't know if God exists, but... the priest is Exist." The palm on the ground moved, and the body leaned forward, leaning on the gentle leg, "You said that as long as I am devout, you will always be by my side, but... I, I have nothing Faith, I know I shouldn't tell you these things, but I don't want to lie to the priest."

The black robe was carefully grabbed, "Just let me believe in you?"

How could Wen Rao answer, he could only say, "Of course."

People in Nurian all believe in gods, and the one who believes in priests is the first.But... there is no difference, anyway, his identity is that of a believer who walks in the world of gods.

The young man grabbed his black robe tightly. Since he entered the temple, he had never prayed to the golden statue in the temple, but in front of Wen Rao, he acted like a true believer.

Wen Rao watched him lower his head in front of him, at first he didn't realize it, but he didn't realize what this young man was doing until he felt a warm touch from his toes.He thought that this young man was just kissing for blessings like Arnold when he was a boy. When the other party kissed the back of his feet, he finally retracted his feet into the black robe due to discomfort.

"enough."

The boy backed away obediently.

"Go back, don't tell others that you know wizardry and magic." Wen Rao urged.Of course, knowing that he knows wizard magic, I don't need to look for those unreliable and troublesome wizards in the future. It's good to use him.

The boy who got up from the ground nodded quickly.

Wen Rao watched him walk out of the room, and leaned back with a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the wound was pulled all of a sudden, and his facial features were distorted and deformed by the pain. He didn't recover after holding his waist for a long time.After greeting Hillman and his future son viciously in his heart, Wen Rao gritted his teeth and lay down on the cushion.

After a while, he realized that he didn't seem to know the boy's name yet.When they entered the temple, it seemed that someone had handed him a roster list, and he glanced at it at that time.

"Come on."

The female slave waiting outside came in, "Master Priest."

It might be troublesome to find him again, "Go and ask, what's his name."

After the slave girl withdrew, she quickly found the boy who hadn't gone far.The boy was standing under a fruit tree, as if he was hit on the head by a fruit on the tree as he was passing by.He stood under the tree in a daze, his eyes blank.

The slave girl walked up to him and pushed his shoulder.

The boy's eyes rolled, but his body still didn't move.

"My lord priest asked your name." For the servants in the temple, being asked your name by the priest is the most honorable thing.But this young man not only did not have a hint of surprise on his face, but was rather gloomy, "Is it a priest?"

The slave girl frowned.

"My name is Xisha." The young man turned his head, the corners of his mouth were raised weirdly, drawing a cold arc that could not see a smile.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Boy: Just let me believe in you, okay?

Gentle: good

Xisha: Just let me kill you, okay?

Gentle: Get out

Scumbag author: Don’t these two sentences express the same meaning? ? ?