The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

When Song An stood on the familiar stage again, he was no longer shocked at the beginning, but calm with the dust settled.

It seems that he doesn't need to worry about the choice anymore, the Tiankeng program team has already chosen for him.

The host Wenzhu appeared again and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Welcome everyone to watch the second episode of the third season of "Signal to Death". The last episode of our program received a lot of praise, and the ratings once broke the chart. Here, on behalf of the program team, I sincerely thank all the audience for their support .”

"This time, our program group also invited very competitive guests. I hope they will perform well in the upcoming programs and create fierce sparks."

"Okay, it's time to introduce the guests again. There is no need to introduce the three old friends, the beautiful Emily, No. 3 from Ludao, and Song An, the king of heartbeat from our previous issue! Welcome them!"

Song An twitched the corners of his mouth, facing the camera focused on him with a look of lovelessness.What the hell is the king of heartbeat, I feel so ashamed when I hear it.

"Of course, the new guests are definitely not bad, especially our white lotus fairy Yunmu from Baihuaxing!"

"Okay, let's wait and see what kind of surprises the guests will bring us in the next program!"

【Is this Yunmu?Why do I feel like I've changed? ? 】

[Baby Yunmu rushes, mother chases after her!love you love you! 】

[Maybe it's plastic surgery, you know. 】

[Upstairs is talking nonsense, Yun Mu doesn't need plastic surgery, he just grows longer and looks more beautiful. 】

[This is not the point, the point is, don't you think he looks familiar? 】

Yun Mu, whose voice was almost as good as Emily's, was a beautiful young man with slender bones and looked so weak that he would fall down when the wind blows, but he was unexpectedly pitiful.

But that's not the point, but that he actually looks a bit like Song An, especially in terms of temperament, that kind of harmless, innocent, and pure is almost carved out of the same mold.

But in detail, there are still differences. Song An prefers the gentleness and purity of maturity, while Yun Mu prefers the cleanliness and innocence of youth.

In this way, in fact, the two people can be regarded as colliding with each other.However, the audience was as excited as if they had beaten chicken blood. After all, there was such a Shura field before it even started. Of course, people were looking forward to it.

[Welcome to the second issue of "Signals That Beat Your Heart to Death - Dreaming of Gods", all guests are invited to collect their ID cards. 】

[Identity: Believer Q

Grade: F

Precautions: You are an ordinary believer. You have to join this sacrificial ceremony because your family can’t open the pot. You hope that you can exchange hard work for a meager salary so that your family will not starve to death.

Task: Complete the sacrifice and summon the gods.

Task time limit: seven days. 】

When Song An opened his eyes again, he was already sitting in a crowded carriage.The carriage was made of wood, and when it ran over the muddy road, the entire body shook violently, as if he was about to throw people out in the next second, so that he had to hold onto the wooden frame of the carriage to stabilize his figure.

There were seven other people sitting in the car, no matter how glamorous they were when they came in, they were all huddled together like fish in a sardine can, shaking so that they couldn't maintain their elegance at all.

After shaking for an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped.The thick, stained black curtain was pulled back, and a bearded man coldly ordered them to come down.

When Song An stepped on the ground, his legs felt weak for a while, and he didn't feel better until the warm wind blew.

A magnificent city shone with beautiful golden light under the sun. The tall city walls were all built of marble with distinct textures, and a pointed protective platform was built in the middle.The gate was made of brown oak, and at this time it was pulled open by a huge silver chain, and could be entered through the bridge over the moat.

The bearded man pointed to a group of believers standing at the door, indicating that they could report in the past.

Those cultists wear white robes with black and gold intertwined crosses on them, and garlands of orchids on their heads, but what is frightening is that they have two faces on their broad and flat heads, one red and one white .

Seeing them approaching, the four eyes of these believers converged on them, but they only glanced roughly, and then quickly looked away.

"Welcome to Tiansheng City, I hope you can use devout prayers to welcome the coming of the gods in the sacrificial ceremony."

Song An and the others followed the believers into the city. There are tall walls, temples, and colonnades everywhere. Many fountains spraying colorful water columns can be seen in the wide squares and fragrant gardens.

On both sides of the long and wide road, elegant trees are lined up, and from time to time you can see gleaming ivory statues in the middle of the grass.

Finally, they stopped in the largest auditorium.The main tone of the auditorium is white, decorated with gold inlays, the roof is like a dome, filled with rotating statues, and the servants of the gods look down on everyone with their godless eyes.

Song An and the others knelt on the ground together with the believers, the band played songs, and they whispered their prayers.

"Welcome to Tiansheng City."

At this moment, a handsome man in a gorgeous robe walked up to the prayer platform.

He's young, looks like he's in his 20s.She has long golden hair as beautiful as Emily, but she doesn't look feminine.Those blue eyes are very gentle, with compassion overlooking all living beings, making people want to worship.

When he appeared, the believers who had just been proud of themselves bowed down respectfully, put their fists on their chests and gave out two light hammers to show their respect, which showed their high status.

At the same time, a low-pitched male voice sounded in the ears of all the guests. It was neither the annoying broadcast voice of the program group, nor the clear and active voice of the host Wenzhu.

"Pope White appeared on the prayer platform. His light was more dazzling than the sun, and he descended into the world like a god. When he looks at you, your eyes will be attracted involuntarily, and you will be deeply immersed in that holiness and cannot extricate yourself. .”

"Welcome to the dream game of seeking gods. I am your judge, Naia. Now, please give each guest a [Praise]. More than 50 is a success, and less than 50 is a failure."

It wasn't until this voice sounded that everyone understood how the show was played this time, probably similar to the rules of the Cthulhu running team.Each dice is thrown to determine the number of points, the number of points is from 1 to 100, the lower the number, the more rational, and the higher the number, the easier it is to fall into madness.

But this [Praise] is obviously in the opposite direction.

"Guest No. 1 Emily, 58/100, basically successful; No. 2 guest Yun Mu, 53/100, basically successful; No. 3 guest, 72/100, successful... No. 6 guest Song An, 6/100, big fail……"

Except for Song An, all the other guests succeeded.They were conquered by the pope's noble and holy appearance, and they were willing to offer their piety.

But the unlucky Song An failed. The judge Naia smiled lightly, and an invisible force pushed Song An out.

"Guest No. 6, Song An, accepts the punishment, and his thinking enters a period of confusion, 3 minutes."

As Naia's voice fell, Song An felt that his originally clear thoughts became chaotic like balls of wool running around, and the characters and scenes in front of him were covered with a layer of bright red, which aroused violence and impulsiveness in his chest .

This is bad, he doesn't want to directly touch the death rule and die on the first day.

confusion, confusion...

Song An suddenly had an idea.

His sudden appearance obviously also caught the attention of Pope White. He turned his eyes to this strange believer and asked gently: "Do you have any questions?"

Song An raised his head, doubts and fanaticism evident in his eyes.He was obviously just an ant standing in the audience, but he was so arrogant that he wanted to point fingers at the gods on the stage.

He asked loudly: "Who are you? A mere mortal, why stand on the stage dedicated to the gods and accept our prayers with peace of mind."

His bold words obviously angered the other believers, and the two-faced men in white robes and orchid garlands glared at him immediately, and strode over to drive him out.

White was not angry, but raised his hand to gently stop the rioting believers. He lowered his eyes and looked at Song An gently: "I am the pope, a believer who is closest to God, so I am naturally qualified to stand here and accept believers on his behalf." kneel down."

Song An sneered, his eyes became brighter, as if burning with raging flames: "It's ridiculous, I have served the gods devoutly all my life, and I am willing to hand over my body and mind to the gods. But this is only limited to the gods, not as Pope's you!"

White sighed softly, as if he was not surprised by the aggressiveness of such fanatical believers. He softly comforted him: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood. I didn't intend to replace the gods, but I can more clearly convey the meaning of the believers to the gods."

Song An pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, and couldn't help muttering: "You don't need to convey it at all, my voice can reach the gods directly."

The priest at the side couldn't bear it any longer, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Nonsense, only the prayers of the Pope can reach God. You are just a mere Christian, and the gods will not respond to you at all."

But Song An, who did not get any response, dimmed his eyes, but there was still stubbornness in his expression, and he just stood there stubbornly, without any intention of compromising.

White stared at him deeply, with a light of tolerance and compassion flashing in his eyes: "It's okay, Alpha, these new believers are always so enthusiastic and flamboyant, maybe it's because of their existence that our Heavenly Holy City can shine forever, Praise God."

The believers bowed their heads at the same time and shouted respectfully: "Praise God."

At this time, the 3-minute chaotic punishment was over, and Song An retreated into the line with lingering fear, lowered his head, and shouted "Praise God" louder than anyone else.

This underworld game is really terrible.

At the same time, he also noticed that the other guests looked at him with sympathy and contempt.Obviously, everyone believed that this cannon fodder had already triggered the death rule, and I was afraid that he would go to see God on the first day.

[Song An's car has overturned, it's really miserable.I originally wanted to chase after him to watch, but now that it's all over, I don't need to watch it anymore, I'm gone. 】

[Not only the car overturned, but the character design also collapsed. Even if I want to change back to the little white flower that I used to be, I am afraid no one will believe it. Now the boss definitely doesn't like him. 】

【So, the pope is the boss? 】

[Sure, look at the face, personality, configuration, the proper protagonist, who else could it be.Fortunately, the other guests were smart, at least it gave me the motivation to keep watching. 】

[I don't believe that An'an in our family would be so easy to lead a dog, come on An'an, I will always support you! 】

[Support, support, just go to the underworld to support. 】

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