Dressed as Cinderella's Vicious Stepsister

Aurora sobbed softly at first, then became more and more aggrieved as she thought about it, and then turned into crying.

Everyone else in the cafeteria looked over.

Their eyes on Du Sula were full of exploration and condemnation, as if they were looking at a scumbag who cheated money, body and heart.

Dusula: "..."

Just speechless.

Don't look at me like that, I really didn't sleep with her and then scam money and then abandon her!real!I am a girl!

She really had no choice but to take out the crumpled handkerchief in her pocket, and the other party refused to answer it after handing it for a long time.

Just when she was about to give up, Aurora pulled over and twisted her nose.

Then, Aurora: "What, what smell?"

Dusula took a closer look.

"Ah, I'm sorry... I picked up frogs with it yesterday and forgot to wash it..."

Aurora: "..."

She looked again at the handkerchief which had just touched her face.

Frog handkerchief face, face handkerchief frog...

Aurora: "..."

Then Aurora cried louder.

This earth-shattering crying, which was able to win the record, finally turned from heavy rain to light rain half an hour later.

Du Sula was sweating in a daze. She had never been so nervous when various exams were life-threatening. This made her realize how difficult it is for a straight man to coax a girlfriend.

Aurora's crying became quieter, and she turned her head and began to confide.

"In the past three years as a full-time priest, I have worked hard and earnestly every year. I have prayed for the people, visited various places, presented them with amulets, listened to their troubles, and blessed them..."

"In the places I have been, the villagers all like me and speak highly of me. The hard work is worth it. They also said that they will support me and vote for me this year. I thought, I thought that at the end of this year, I would The sacrifice in the church must be my turn..."

"As a result, a few days before the voting, Ella Chaming was the best, and finally she cheated and failed the ranking, and then you, Chaming, came out again!" Aurora cried again, "I framed Zha Ming in my previous life, have I fallen into the curse called Zha Ming in this life?"

To this, Dusula was speechless.

Although she really wanted to say, the votes for excellent people can't be stopped.But she was really afraid of the girl's tears, so she could only stare aside.

Du Sula asked: "Why do you want to participate in the sacrifice at the end of the year so much, because you can show off?"

Hearing this, Aurora stopped crying.

She wiped away her tears, her eyes were firm, and she asked Dusula: "Do you know how close you and Priest Richard are to the altar during the year-end sacrifice?"

"Less than one meter." Aurora gestured for the length, which was less than the width of a dining table.

"And on the holy platform, there are gods."

"If we are not lucky, we will never meet him in this life, but this is the closest distance we can get to him with our own efforts."

When the ordinary-looking young woman said this, a longing light flashed in her eyes, which was more moving than a rainbow.

"According to the experience of previous years, the moon god will come at the last moment to bless everyone. If I can replace you, I can be so far away from him."

Dusula nodded knowingly.

Well, chasing stars, oh no, it’s for chasing gods.

It seems that the moon god is harmful to people.

But she also strengthened her determination to keep the secret.

If Aurora knew that she had eaten and lived with the love god in her dream, she would be no different from an illegitimate fan in Aurora's eyes. I'm afraid Aurora could sell the most poisonous poison to her. During the meal, after she died, she flogged the corpse a hundred times, and then cursed her soul not to die.

So Dusula just said: "Then it's useless for you to cry. I'm very popular and won, and it's even more impossible for me to quit because of your pickiness."

"Do you understand? Based on our strength, we are willing to bet and admit defeat."

Dusula looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"If you have any other tricks, let them come here."

Aurora fell silent.

On the contrary, starting from the afternoon, Aurora no longer made things difficult for Dusula.

She began to try her best to help her.

Five days later, the official sacrifice began.

In the morning, before dawn, Dusula got up and dressed.

The floor-sweeping gown with ten layers of gauze and hand-sewn beaded patterns on the bare body requires the help of two people at the same time to wear it properly.

The waist was tightly strangled.

Aurora put one foot on Dusula's buttocks, pulled back as hard as a horse's rein with both hands, and tied the girdle to the last frame.

The waist is full and grasped, good-looking is good-looking.

But Dusula had only half-life after putting on her clothes.

This cliff is more terrifying than the murderous thorns in the thorn forest! ! !She lay on the bed OS.

But Aurora carefully helped her to the chair, gave her some water, and handed her another candy.

Aurora said: "I know you can't eat, and there is no space in your body to put food for you. You should have lump sugar. The sacrifice is very long, and it's not good to faint due to low blood sugar."

Dusula was a little surprised by Aurora's thoughtfulness.

She gasped and asked, "Why did you help me? I made a fool of myself at the sacrifice, shouldn't you be happy?"

Proof that the church picked the wrong guy or something.

Aurora smiled lightly, reached out and knocked a chestnut on her forehead.

"You were right that day. Your skills are inferior to others. I am willing to admit defeat. Now my task is to assist you. You have done a good job, and your meritorious service is half of mine."

"Besides, at such a short distance, I can't let Luna see my embarrassing work, right?"

When the girl was talking, she smiled playfully, her eyes were shining, and she was in high spirits.

At this moment, Dusula, an atheist, suddenly realized that sometimes faith is not just something that controls people's hearts, it does have a positive and inspiring side.

Aurora took Dusula to the mirror.

The black-haired girl is wearing a pure white gown, her long black curly hair is covered with a white lace veil, and she is decorated with pearls and gemstones, but she is not overwhelmed by the gorgeous accessories. Eyes are more beautiful than the most valuable gem in the world.

She doesn't speak, doesn't smile, just stares at the appearance in front of her, she is extremely pure and sacred, as if any filth has nothing to do with her.

Aurora even felt for a moment that a girl like this is qualified to walk on the altar and stand shoulder to shoulder with someone.

But such disrespectful thoughts were immediately dismissed by her.

Aurora admired her "work" again.

It's perfect, and today's sacrifice will definitely be perfect.

The sacrificial activities officially started at ten o'clock in the morning.

Everything was rehearsed, the high priest invited out the statue, Dusula and Richard dressed it, burned incense, and offered it to the altar, other priests brought offerings for the sacrifice, and the people outside the church sprinkled flour etc……

For Dusula, a foreigner with a soul, all this is a process that she cannot understand.

While maintaining a perfect personality, she only felt that her waist was about to break...

She even lost her mind during the ceremony. She looked at the other priestesses who were also wearing girdles, and kept repeating the same question in her head: How can she wear a girdle and work at the same time?Is it a difference in body structure, or a difference in belief?Can physical discomfort be transferred along with belief?

The ceremony was coming to an end, and finally ushered in the last item, the blessing of the gods.

As far as Dusula knew, although the gods of this world were known as omniscient and omnipotent, they were not that high-profile. They belonged to the type of people who believed in the gods, and the gods would definitely give them a taste of the sweetness.

Dusula thinks that this is probably because there are many gods in this world, and the gods may have KPIs, and the competition between gods is also serious, so the world of gods is also seriously involved.

But even so, the gods may not always show their faces in the sacrificial activities at the end of the year.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of times the sun god came was less, and the number of times the moon god came instead of him was more.

Sometimes only the voice appears, and the god himself cannot be seen.

Dusula is also curious about who will come this year.

After all, she has never seen the sun god or something!

Dusula quietly looked at the altar...

A bright light flashed on the altar, and the one who replaced the statue was a silver-haired man.

It's the moon god.

The line of sight also hit.

So Luna took a panoramic view of the black-haired girl's eyes full of disappointment.

Heath: "..."

No, who else do you want to expect?

He had a cold face, so he looked even more unhappy but more handsome and unattainable.

It's just... very divine.

Very far away.

Today's Luna is holding a scepter, milky white, with a sapphire about the size of a baby's fist inlaid on top.

The scepter tapped lightly on the ground, and almost at the moment when the end touched the ground, with the scepter as the center, a giant magic circle spread out like a wave, covering the entire church in a second. In a few minutes, the entire city was engraved with the magic circle of the Luna.

Dusula was startled.

With such a large magic formation, how much divine power does it take just to form the formation? ... Simply, arrogant!

Is this the difference between man and god?

The magic circle glowed with a holy light, and the blessings of the gods continued to be blessed. Everyone felt a little warmth rising from their bodies, but the whole process was not long, and the moon god withdrew the magic circle not long after.

A newspaper boy stumbled over from a distance holding a newspaper.

The newsboy was far away, but the scene was very quiet, so the voice flew over as if it had grown wings, and the newsboy shouted: "The Rockaway in the north was buried by snow, and the whole village was buried alive. The snow disaster is really like Baba. It has come as expected, as the prophet said!"

Everyone who was still immersed in blessings, you look at me, I look at you, their eyes are full of fear, for fear that they will be buried in the snowstorm like the villagers of Rockaway.

"The powerful and benevolent Lord Moon God, please save them!"

I don't know who said this sentence.

But this sentence is like a stone that stirs up waves, and more and more people join the ranks of requests.

"Save them!"

"You are so powerful, please save them!"

The voice of the people is getting louder and louder.

And Luna's expression, like a silent snowfield, became colder and colder.

Even his eyes are cold, without any mercy.

The foundation of the Church of Light is very high, so standing on the altar, he can overlook almost all the people outside the church.

They prostrate on the ground, a pious look.

The moon god remembered what the sun god had said to him.

"They are all greedy, ignorant, ignorant, and devout."

"So God loves the world and does not love the world."

"But what is certain is that the world will not love God."

Luna scanned the blank faces one by one, and then under the expectation of everyone——

Flick your sleeves and turn around.

That figure seemed to be saying: What's none of my business?