The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

"Holy Son." Lianji called him seductively in Qingming's ear.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

The sound of the bell echoed in Qingming's ears and circled in Qingming's mind. He was trapped, so he could only unconsciously turn his head and speak numbly, without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, Lord God."

"Go and bestow the blessings of the Moon Lotus God to our disciples, be obedient, enjoy this moment, enjoy us, and enjoy the love of the disciples for you."

The sound of Lianji's curse in his ear devoured his soul and his consciousness.

"Yes, Lord God Master." Qingming said.

Hearing that Qingming obeyed his words, Lianji nodded in satisfaction. Qingming is the only person in this world who is qualified to inherit everything he owns.

Inherit his suffering, his difficulty, his hatred.

He is the supreme god in this temple, Qingming cannot refuse him, and there is no way to refuse him.

Qingming stood up from the throne, and walked step by step towards the lotus statue in the center of the main hall.

Wang Wanyi looked at Qingming with a strange expression in doubt, there was no light in his lifeless gray pupils.

It's like an unconscious corpse, although it is moving its limbs mechanically, it doesn't have any right to control itself.

Qingming stepped on the top of the statue, knelt and sat opposite the God of Huanxi, and gradually took off the god's clothes that only the Son of the Moon Lotus Temple could wear.

Don't give up until you have nothing, and you end up with a clean but dirty body.

If possible, he would like to peel off his entire flesh and blood.

Qingming replaced the responsibility of the goddess of joy, and he turned into the incomplete other half, a truly complete statue of joy.

Pain, whether it is in the bottom of his heart or in everything, but Qingming can't feel it at this moment, maybe it is his only comfort now.

The lit joss stick was burning, and the wax oil slid down the wax body bit by bit, bursting with a faint fragrance, all of which were the smell of moon lotus flowers, which belonged to the color of the lotus.

Dance with it, sink with it, sink with it.

The scene in front of him shocked Wang Wanyi, but what shocked him even more was yet to come.

The gods and disciples from all directions began to stand up, one by one gathered at the lotus statue, and they surrounded the statue and expanded into larger moon lotus petals.

Standing at the front are the three high priests of the Moon Lotus Temple, Shenyue, Twilight, and Zhaixing.

Then came the senior god disciple elders, and then these god disciples whose faces were covered with white powder and whose faces could not be seen.

Shenyue is the leader of the three high priests. He stepped up to the statue and kneaded himself and the Son together under the gaze of everyone.

Qingming was trapped in the center of the statue by him, and it was difficult to move forward and unable to retreat.

The crying sound blindly shouted from the mouth, the pain, the pain that pierced the heart.

Shenyue inherited the blessings bestowed by the Holy Son, just like a traveler who found an oasis in the desert. The Holy Son bestowed blessings on Shenyue, and Shenyue repaid his love, followed by Twilight, and then picked star.

They presented their containers to inherit the gods, just like the windmills in the hands of the children in the city of the Brothers, which were blown by the wind and turned endlessly.

Endlessly, after this sleepless night, we ushered in another god descending ceremony seven days later.

The holy temple hides countless evil and absurd souls. They are monsters dressed in hypocritical and holy skins.

Lianji sat high on the god seat, looking coldly at the two people who were bestowing blessings and receiving blessings at the god seat in the center of the temple.

Obviously, just now they completed the blessing of God's fusion of life in the dormitory, but he mercilessly pushed Qingming into the abyss.

His face was indifferent, like a god without emotion.

Priests and disciples lined up in a long line, one after another excitedly waiting for their turn to inherit the blessing of the Holy Son.

The irony is that the expressions of those expressionless god disciples at this time are hungrily and impatiently.

They never tire of it, looking forward to the arrival of the god descending ceremony.

"We..." Wang Wanyi closed his eyes with a pale face, he could no longer see Qingming's broken eyes.

Wang Wanyi understood that at this moment, they couldn't stop them, they couldn't stop the atrocities of these beasts.

This sense of helplessness shocked the two of them deep in their hearts. Such a young man was being nailed to the divine pillar and being eaten, bitten, plundered by evil spirits.

"We're going to kill these devils, but not now," he said.

The destination of these demons is the eternal hell, not this world.

They did not follow these disciples, but left the main hall when no one was paying attention to them. All the disciples of the temple were waiting for the gods to descend in the main hall, and no one paid attention to them.

"Ayan." He grabbed Zhu Zhaoyan's sleeve tightly, unable to bear to hear Qingming's heartbreaking cry.

The blessing of the Holy Son is so so, what is this temple that the people of the world worship for?Believe me, is this the devil?

The lotus is very beautiful, not a god, but a ghost, or a demon.

"Nice..."

A faint voice came from Wang Wanyi's ear.

Zhu Zhaoyan leaned against the door weakly, the temperature outside was cold, although the warm spring candles were flickering in the hall behind him, but the white snow outside the hall felt more like a paradise on earth.

"Ayan, what's wrong with you." Wang Wanyi was startled and wanted to help him up.

Hot, very hot, painfully hot.

In the next second, Zhu Zhaoyan pressed him hard against the door.

"I have been poisoned by the moon lotus."

The tea made from the moon lotus is not very poisonous, but he smelled the incense candles lit by the color of the lotus. The special incense candles are the medium of the moon lotus, and they are also the medicine for the disciples to boil.

"How could it be!" How could it be poisoned?

Before Wang Wanyi could say what she wanted to say, Zhu Zhaoyan blocked her mouth, attacked the city and swept away everything.

He bent Wang Wanyi's knees, causing him to lose all his self-control and reason, and accompanied by the panting and crying in the hall behind him, he suddenly lost his compassion, and just wanted to tear up and destroy his possessions.

"From the back, there are scars in the front."

Sweat was profusely secreted, he only had time to say such a sentence, and he played the movement together with the hall

"Come and help me out." He moved his lips, turned Wang Wanyi over, and then untied his belt.

It's just that there is hell on one side and heaven on the other. When there is salvation in hell, when will heaven see the light.

The candles in the main hall never went out overnight, and so did the emotions outside the hall.

In the main hall, Qingming shed endless tears, which were almost dry, except for the unstoppable tears flowing down her body, there was not a single drop in her eyes.

The white and mottled idol seems to have accumulated a thick layer of snow, but the snow is moist and sweet.

Lianji stared blankly at Qingming's out-of-control expression, as if she was in a small boat for a moment, and couldn't help but recall more than ten years ago.

During the Qingming Festival, there was a lot of rain. Since then, every year today is Qingming's father's memorial day, and it is also the day when he and Qingming will be bound together for the rest of their lives.

But for a half-year-old child, his open palm is not as big as Lianji's fist.

In the pool of blood, he didn't cry or make noise, completely unaware that he lost the only person who protected him in this world today.

The big bloody sword in Lianji's seductive hand did not pierce after all. The child smiled at him, innocent and pure. All beautiful words can describe this child. He was completely unaware that he was his father-killing enemy.

Lianji was taken aback for a moment, but then laughed again. He withdrew his long sword and wrapped it in a green cloth. He wanted the child to become as filthy as he did.

He brought Qingming back to the religion, named him Qingming, and accepted him as a disciple.

A name with hate, a name with blood.

Qingming grows up day by day, and her appearance has become astonishing, but Lianji clearly understands that this appearance is a curse or no return.

The first sentence Qingming just learned to speak was mother. It seems that the first sentence every child learns is mother.

"Qingming, call me master." Lianji corrected Qingming over and over again with a perverted smile, tirelessly, with inexhaustible fire in his eyes.

"division……"

The little Tuanzi was trying hard to remember the first man in front of him after he opened his eyes in his young heart. He vaguely felt that this man would be the most important and precious person in his life.

He tried hard to complete the sentence.

"Qingming, call me master."

"Master." Grandma's dumpling managed to say it after all.

"Qingming, be obedient, you will be the most honorable person in my temple besides me, and you will inherit everything I have."