Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

"Feng Yun! Haven't you finished washing yet?" Someone shouted impatiently in the public bathing room of the knights: "Let's go first, you can ink in it."

The drizzling water cooled down to the bottom of my heart, extinguishing all the irritability welling up in my heart.

Feng Yun returned to his room, his eyes still a little dazed.

Looking at the books on the bed, he felt thirsty again, so he immediately got up and poured water into his mouth.

The cold water penetrated through his heart, he put the empty cup heavily on the table, and with the other hand unconsciously hooked the necklace out of his clothes.

The ring dangled in the air, and the reflected light flickered in his fiery eyes.

After a while, he put the ring back into his clothes and went to bed.

After a long absence, he had a dream. In the dream, there appeared many scenes in the book and explained by the mercenaries.

The god took off the last clothes on his body, and his blond hair fell on his skin smoother than white silk.

The breeze blows, and the golden hair moves with the wind.

Feng Yun didn't know how to describe the scenery he saw. He was short of words, and he didn't like to pile up gorgeous and beautiful words to show off his gods.

When Feng Yun was young and wandering, he also ate beautiful looking flowers when he was hungry. They were unpalatable and bitter, just like his life.

But this flower was different, very sweet, and made him want more.

He's not an upright knight, and he never hides his greed.

On the snowy ground, the man with blond hair hanging down to his waist showed a weeping expression, and his voice reached his ears like honey.

Long blonde hair and black hair are intertwined, and they are intertwined like vines.

"I think . . . I know how to be blasphemous."

Awakened by the scene in the dream, Feng Yun leaned on the bed and hooked the necklace and ring around his neck with his fingers.

He put the ring face on his lips, and said softly, "I dreamed of you."

"Really, what dream did you have?" Beside the bed, the golden light combined to form the person in Feng Yun's dream, but unlike in the dream, the face of the God of Light was calm and easy-going.

"I had a very strange dream." Feng Yun lifted the quilt, supported the bed and knelt beside the God of Light.

He took the hand of the God of Light on the bedside and put it on his cheek, his voice was low and hoarse, "I seem to be sick."

God's body is warm, but always the same temperature.

"Sick, do human beings love to be coquettish like you?" His voice was still gentle, but it was full of doubts.

The child in front of me has grown up too much in just two years.

His bare upper body is a beautiful wheat color, with broad shoulders and tight and well-proportioned muscles.

The hand that held him was also much bigger, and it seemed that in another two years, he could be completely shackled in it.

Feng Yun's head was deeply attached to the neck of the God of Light, and in three years, he could fully embrace his god.

The low voice reached the ears of the God of Light.

"I'm different, Aize..."

"Dare to say the name of God directly, you are indeed different."

Aize replied like this, and felt that he had become different.

His body was having a strange feeling, and his heart was racing.

Feng Yun laughed happily, as if there was something in the words of the God of Light that made him happy.

But soon, what he wanted to say after that stopped.

He lost his strength a little, and his body simply slipped off the shoulder of the God of Light, and lay on his leg that was close to him.

The God of Light looked at the palm of his hand, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

Suddenly feeling a chill in his body, he looked down, Feng Yun was also raising his head, showing an aggressive smile that made his heart tremble.

"Three years left."

The god actually felt a trace of fear, and he instinctively wanted to back away.

But Feng Yun would not give him a chance to retreat and refuse.

……

For the first time, his mood fluctuated greatly.

So much so that he suddenly discovered that the tears possessed by human beings can also accumulate and flow in the eyes of gods.

"It turns out that gods cry too."

Feng Yun took the god who was limp on the bed into his arms, and rubbed the god's temple hair.

"Ai Ze, I read a book today and learned a lot from it."

Aize opened his mouth, and finally just said: "I think I should leave."

Feng Yun had crossed the line a bit, Ai Ze knew this, but if he was to warn him, he would not say it for some reason.

After the initial enthusiasm surged, Feng Yun also calmed down.

He nodded, took out the book under the pillow, and handed it to the God of Light, "Do you have time to read?"

The God of Light was upset, and after he nodded and took away the book, his figure disappeared into the air.

Feng Yun raised his hand to catch the flying golden dots, but the only one he caught also slipped through his fingers.

But he wasn't angry.

After a few low laughs, he looked at the stained bed sheet, and his face burned up belatedly.

It seems that the love of young people should be fearless, even if they know that the road ahead is an abyss, they dare to move forward.

This is a good development, at least the God of Light didn't reject him at the first time, that's enough.

Feng Yun remembered the little gift he had given to the gods, and suddenly his smile froze, "Ah damn it! I forgot."

He originally wanted to give the golden gemstone he won at the training ground as a gift to the God of Light, because it was a bit like the golden eyes of a god, although it was not one ten thousandth of the god's.

Give it next time.

Feng Yun sighed and became happy again, "Hey, invite the people in the tavern to drink tomorrow."

But tomorrow is doomed not to drink.

The pope gathered all the apprentice knights, and focused his gaze on Feng Yun.

In the past two years, he has aged even more, and his breathing is like the sound of an old machine. He said: "Good day, devout believers of the Lord."

"Good day, Your Majesty the Pope." The trainee knights replied in unison.

"Well, your training is coming to an end, and you will enter the final training soon."

The Pope said: "Worship the gods and keep your heart firm and clear. Our Guangming God Sect has always had such a custom ceremony."

"Abstinence—eliminate one's own desires, and integrate one's body and mind into devotion and reverence to the Lord."

Feng Yun couldn't help frowning. In fact, he didn't understand the backward and ancient customs of the Temple of Light at all.

But so what if he doesn't understand, who made him believe in the God of Light.

The dark room cut off all sounds from the outside world, and someone would deliver food at regular intervals every day for a period of one month, and the trainee knights had to be locked up in such an environment for a month.

"Pedantic." Feng Yun's evaluation was only this. He looked at the food, water and bread, as well as light boiled vegetables.

"I want to eat meat, Uncle Wells." He looked at Wells who brought the food.

"You'll have it next month."

The 28-year-old knight is still unmarried, and Feng Yun is very curious if the other party is really ascetic as this.

With that in mind, he asked directly.

Wells blushed, and it took a long time before he sneered and said, "Do you want me to extend your abstinence period for another month?"

"Sorry, I was wrong."

The moment Feng Yun sincerely apologized, Wells closed the open meal delivery window, and the room fell into deadly darkness again.

Feng Yun hooked out the ring, "Ai Ze..."

"Eze?"

"The God of Light, the Lord of my faith?"

Well, it's sad that the god doesn't want to answer his call.

Did you go too far last night?Probably not.

Feng Yun shook his head, took the food and went back to the bed.

In the real Temple of Light, Ai Ze glanced at the flickering ring on his finger, but he didn't pick it up as quickly as usual.

He sat on the divine throne, resting his cheeks with his fingers, and a thin book lay quietly on his lap.

After returning to the temple before, he saw other gods waiting here, and the matter is now temporarily over.

He opened the first page of the book, and what he saw was a picture of two people kissing together.

The god didn't have the slightest mood swings about this, but was a little surprised that there were so many weird postures that humans could try.

Until he turned to a certain page in the middle of the book, he saw several pictures similar to last night.

Humans...are warm and soft.

He quickly closed the pages of the book, and he also lost the carelessness he had at the beginning, and his sitting posture changed from leaning to sitting upright.

If the people in these pictures correspond to them, this book seems to be endowed with a completely different meaning from before.

Before, it was just some gadgets to watch the human world.

But now, in the mind of the God of Light, the people in those pictures gradually turned into Feng Yun's appearance.

He seemed to have an emotion called nervousness and anticipation.

But such emotions should not appear in God.

"Aize, my lord..."

Feng Yun's voice sounded from the ring again, "I'm sorry, I overstepped, please don't ignore me... I thought you would like it too, but I didn't, I didn't expect you to hate me so much..."

Feng Yun's voice gradually choked up, he huddled in the corner of the bed against the wall, his lips pressed against the ring, his eyes were astonishingly bright in the dark environment.

The tears are real, and the crying is also real. Just thinking about the fact that the God of Light might ignore him for a long time in the future, Feng Yun couldn't restrain his fear.

But at the same time, he clearly knew that as long as he showed his weakness, he would definitely be able to impress the defense of the God of Light.

Light suddenly appeared beside the bed, and the God of Light was still wearing the pure white robe with gold trim.

"Why are you crying again?" Ai Ze stared at the boy in the corner.

He looked at the other party as if he wanted to step forward, but he hesitated and stayed where he was. The God of Light's heart was inevitably soft and messed up.

Feng Yun asked cautiously: "Are you not angry anymore?"

"I've never been angry." Aize shook his head and added, "I won't be angry with you."

Listen, Feng Yun smiled, and resolutely gave up the act of pretending to huddle in a corner, his legs were numb from sitting there.

"Then can I hug you?" While speaking, Feng Yun stretched out his hand to hug Ai Ze's shoulder, and knocked his head on the latter's shoulder.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great that you're not angry."

"I won't be angry with you." Ai Ze patted his back, and then suddenly felt an itch.

The black fluffy head rubbed against him, as if it wanted to brand its own mark.

The contents of the book suddenly came to mind in the mind of the god, and he felt that he should stop all this, but the silent room seemed to indicate that this was a silent permission.