It is strictly forbidden to collapse people [Unlimited]

Yan Ye and Yan Ning would come to the Duke for help, firstly because the matter was too involved, and to find out what the Duke said, and secondly, to find a trustworthy painter to help copy a painting in Miss No. 2's secret room.

Yan Ning: "It's Adeline's certificate to participate in the ceremony next time... We are afraid that if we take it away, we will startle the enemy, so we want to copy one and use it."

Shen Yongle was curious: "Why didn't you get in last night without a pass?"

Yan Ye said: "Last night I went in as an ordinary congregation, and I don't need a certificate."

"Adeline's certificate is used to participate in the core sacrifice." Yan Ning explained, "That is, only those who are qualified to make a wish in the next black mass ceremony can hold it."

The task of Yan Ye and the others is not just to destroy this ceremony, but to "decipher the truth".

Like making sure the wedding is over, Akshay's tasks are forever buried and often more difficult than they appear.

Talking about "deciphering the truth" often means finding a way to completely solve the root of the problem.

Because there was no way to catch all the people who participated in the black mass activities, Yan Ye took the next best thing and chose the strategy of "catch the thief first and catch the king first".

Shen Yongle understood: "So only those who are qualified to make a wish can see that trial priest?"

Yan also shook his head: "To be more precise, the core participants in this ceremony will only have the opportunity to see him when the priest who judges feels that the sacrifice meets the standard for him to attend in person."

Mo Jue obviously had a lot of experience in combating cults, and soon figured out why.

The number of people in the church is growing day by day, and it is difficult not to attract the attention of others if they gather together too frequently, so most of the black mass activities are held in small groups.

Yan Ning added: "Each event only needs one priest or above to preside over the ceremony, and the trial priest will hardly participate in this kind of small assembly. Most of them are on the sidelines to supervise and guide."

Judging from the previous experience, there is no fixed standard for the trial priest to choose the ceremony to attend, but as long as he attends the ceremony, the chances of fulfilling the wishes can be greatly improved.

Therefore, many congregants regard it as an honor to see the trial priest, and they will become more fanatical and excited when they see him appear, and even think of all kinds of weirder and out-of-the-ordinary ways to enrich the process of the ceremony, hoping to gain his favor...

Yan Ye paused slightly: "It's too disgusting, so I won't go into details. Anyway, it turned out that they did succeed in the end. I don't know if the trial priest is a fan of novelty hunting, and he actually participated in the event several times because of it."

Barrage: [Wait... I'm not a fan of novelty hunting, but I also want to hear what I did...]

[Don't you want to see how perverted people can be? ]

[Actually, he deliberately chose to attend those ceremonies where the wish is easier to come true, just to strengthen his image! ]

[It’s all routine, pyramid schemes are still the same after hundreds of years, and what you see will always be successful cases of getting rich overnight...]

[The problem is that some people really believe it! ]

Yan also couldn't see the bullet screen, and continued to explain: "Adeline is also a key figure in the dungeon, and there should be an important supporting role. In addition, the last large-scale event encountered chaos, and the trial priest is likely to be present here. An event to reassure people."

Shen Yongle nodded, agreeing with his analysis.

"But..." The few people had already arrived at the secret room of Brown's house while talking. Shen Yongle looked at the totem-like certificate in the drawer, and spread his hands helplessly, "I actually don't know how to draw."

"I don't want you to draw," Yan Ning turned to look at Mo Jue, "May I help you, sir?"

Mo Jue was very refreshing: "Okay."

It was only then that Leshen knew that his male god had this hidden skill.

It was the first time he saw the master painting, he was a little excited, his eyes widened: "Oh my god! It's a good painting!"

Then I couldn't help showing off to the barrage in a low voice: "Look at Sir Alex's paintings! Exclusive broadcast!...Surprised, surprised? I said that there is no decathlon I can't do..."

"It can't be considered painting," Mo Jue raised the corners of his lips, thinking he was a bit cute, and he explained, "I just draw a lot of maps, and I'm better at copying them."

He controlled the speed of the pen, like a human-shaped copier, and copied the exact same totem on another piece of parchment without trembling.

Shen Yongle picked it up and compared it for a long while, and it was almost impossible to tell which was the original version.

The barrage was also surprised: [Wow!Really great! ! ]

[My lord said it was practiced by copying the battle map, if that is wrong, the whole army will be wiped out. ]

Seeing that the bullet screens were all praising the Lord, Shen Yongle was happier than being praised, and said flatteredly: "Isn't it..."

So the barrage went off the rails again in an instant.

[Le Shen’s eyes are full of little stars hahaha! ]

[Haha, really, I can't wait to stick out my small chest and akimbo to be proud of the male god. ]

[Le Shen: My, my, my, my...]

Shen Yongle froze for a moment, his face became hot, and he quickly changed the topic strategically.

Leshen pretended to be calm: "The lady...why did you attend the black mass?"

Mo Jue had already briefly looked at the things in the house when the remaining three were comparing the totems, and then replied after hearing the sound: "It should be to pray that the Duke will fall in love with me."

The drawer with the parchment was full of names copied over and over again by the girls—Ressel Dias, Ressel Dias, Ressel Dias...

The font has changed from neat and neat at the beginning to gradually scribbled, as if gradually losing the original self under the long-term obsession, paranoid and crazy, just want to pray for this person's love, but forget the first love of this person reason.

Shen Yongle shook his head: "It shouldn't be like this, love should be something that makes people better."

If you're falling in love with someone and you're not like yourself, you're hysterical, you're unhappy because of him every day... you should stop and think about whether this is a healthy love.

Shen Yongle used to have a beautiful teacup when he was a child, which was bought for him by his deceased father when he was very young.

It is said that the little Shen Yongle, who was only a few months old, fell in love with that cup at the first sight, held it in his hand and refused to let go, and cried until he was robbed, as if he had been robbed of some treasure.

When children were so old, they all liked fluffy and soft things, but Leshen was unique since he was a child, and he liked a teacup.

Dad was a little funny: "Are you a teacup rabbit? Or a little turtle?"

But Dad still bought him that not-so-cheap and exquisite little thing, and it became Xiao Shen Yongle's first treasure.

Leshen seems to be smarter than others since he was a child. The adults have always worried that such a dangerous and fragile thing cannot be played with such a young child, but Lele has always been very good at protecting his cup. This fragile toy has always been Accompany him to elementary school graduation...

In the end, it was destroyed in the hands of his half-brother.

He did it on purpose.

Deliberately broke into his room without permission, took out the teacup he kept in the glass case, and waited for him who rushed over after hearing the cracking sound...

The boy who was only three years younger than him admired his expression and shrugged: "Oh, isn't it just a broken cup? At worst, I'll buy you a new one."

Shen Yongle did not speak.

He walked into the house expressionlessly, and locked the door...

On the same day, Shen Yongle was locked up by his mother because he pressed his brother on the ground and beat him from the third floor to the first floor, until his whole head was swollen like a pig's head and he couldn't go to school the next day.

Shen Yongle didn't cry when the glass was dropped, he didn't cry when he was fighting with someone, and he didn't cry when he was fined not to eat.

But when he explained to his mother tremblingly and aggrievedly that "he dropped my cup", he heard his mother's words: "It's just a cup..."

Shen Yongle finally couldn't hold back his red eyes, and gritted his teeth to keep the tears from falling.

The scolding from the mother and stepfather continued behind him.

"Break a glass on you, are you going to beat your brother to death?!"

"Why are you such a child?! I'm too used to you?!"

"Hitting so ruthlessly at such a young age... When I was a child, I beat people up, but when I grow up, I still have to kill people and go to jail..."

"Let me just say that this kid has a problem with his conduct since he was a child?! He's just bad in his bones!"

Shen Yongle didn't say another word.

Since then, the younger brother has never touched anything of his.

But his little cup never came back.

Like the man who bought him a cup, he will never come back.

You see, even a cup can generate feelings. Even if he avenges revenge on the spot, he still can't let go of it for a long time, and even applied for boarding because of this. Try to apply for other summer programs and reduce the time you stay at home.

He almost became obsessed with it, and hated this home that didn't belong to him.

Until one night - after being bullied, locked in the classroom, and robbed on the road, he once thought it was the "worst" night, and met someone.

After hearing the reason why he didn't want to go home, the young boy Mo Jue immediately slapped his thigh: "You did nothing wrong! I've also been beaten up much harder than you, and 120 came on the spot..."

Shen Yongle: "...o_o"

The elf seemed frightened.

Mo Jue suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately adjusted his tone to the "confidant big brother mode". While racking his brains to recall, he tried his best to repeat what he had heard when he was educated back then.

"But ah..."

He still pretended to be so serious, "You can't let a cup dominate you."

"No matter how important a cup is, no matter whether you like celebrities, have any hobbies, or be obsessed with someone or something, it cannot be more important than yourself."

Looking at the boy who was nearly a head shorter than himself in the night, he suddenly had a whim and played a boring game of covering him with his own shadow.

But he was still telling the young man the truth that he might not even know the meaning, "Never lose yourself because you are too obsessed with something... Do you want to reconcile with your family, do you want to continue to be a member of this family, do Whatever decision you make, you have to proceed from your sincerity, and it has nothing to do with the cup."

He rubbed the boy's head, and patiently taught him in a gentle tone he had never had before, "You have to love yourself more than anything else."

"Go," the boy Mo Jue quickly returned to normal, patted his ass and urged him to go upstairs, "Your mother is already very gentle, my father chased me for two blocks with a belt, and the belt broke ..."

Shen Yongle was quickly coaxed back home by him.

The young man Mojue turned around in the dark... and then excitedly held his right hand!

God! !

The boy's butt...is it so soft? !

Shen Yongle didn't know what kind of shock he had caused to the male god.

He just finally had a good chat with his mother after returning home, and reached the first reconciliation between mother and child in many years.

Since then, I have learned not to lose myself because of anything.

All love and liking is only meaningful if it makes you better.

Even after many years, this simple truth has been protecting him.

It was like the shadow of the boy Mojue covering his thin body that night.

became his armor.