Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

God does not possess a skeleton this day.

When he pulled himself out of the tall statue, he didn't actually have any expectations for the god sacrifices—there are often god sacrifices, and people often donate their best seeds, wine made from the freshest grapes, the fattest Tender cattle and sheep.God is used to seeing this, and knows what kind of bloody sacrifices are on the altar.

This time, the only surprise lies with the little believer.

He slowly gathered in the air, his pale golden eyes looked straight towards the audience.The person standing there should be his believer, wearing a brand new holy robe, with long golden hair tied behind his head with a green ribbon, and the neckline is neatly arranged - but he never saw that the person standing in the presiding position is An old man with gray temples, the new Pope.The new Pope bowed his body, whispering prayers in his mouth.

God suddenly frowned.

He searched around the courtyard, the church was filled with priests and bishops, and the heavy black spread from one end to the other.There were no children he was used to seeing on the young or old faces. There were only a group of souls standing here who said pious allegiance to him, and the thoughts in their hearts were enough to be compared with the devil.

Ding--

The golden bell, symbolizing the arrival of God himself, rang above the church, and then jingled continuously.The new Pope suddenly raised his eyelids, but he didn't dare to lower his head, he just respectfully said: "My beloved Father God, Almighty Lord - I have offered you the most precious sacrifice, please enjoy it. "

God did not answer, and after a while, a deep voice rang in his ears.

"Where did Tris go?"

The sound made the floor of the church faintly vibrate, and the priests standing in the courtyard lowered their heads even lower, confused by the angry voice.

The new Pope did not panic. In fact, the Lord's questioning of Tris made him put his mind back even more.He bent down more and more, and replied: "I miss you, Father God. Please go to the altar to take a look, Triss, your pious and faithful child——"

The wind suddenly picked up.The fluttering white veils blocked God's sight, and when they fluttered away, God caught a glimpse of the altar.

The priest wrapped in white gauze lay quietly on it, with his long blond hair tied in a braid on one side.The usual holy and ascetic black robe was taken off, and the little believer dressed in white was as thin as a handful of snow placed on the altar, with thin gold chains wrapped around his ankles and wrists, at this moment he was rattled by the shaking ring.

The smell that had just been covered by the incense in the temple spread now, and the sweet pheromone smell of omega was slightly fishy and sweet, like a snake alive, climbing up his blood vessels, hooking people's hearts.

The new Pope respectfully presented a long white belt.

It was painted with the pattern of the Holy See, and the slender cross stood among the thorns and roses, shining with holy light.

"Please--"

God suddenly couldn't move.He watched the new pope slowly bind the young and beautiful priest's eyes with the belt, and hide those blue eyes under the cross, just like binding a lamb to be sacrificed in previous years.There was a low-pitched music, and the curtains on all sides suddenly fell heavily, covering the altar tightly, and the believers below couldn't see the slightest through many obstacles.

"Please enjoy."

He heard the slow voice of the new pope.

"My lord, this is our sacrifice."

It was dark, and even the voice became indistinct.Du Yunting seemed to be soaked in warm water. He was numb from top to bottom and couldn't lift his strength. He tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't figure out whether the movement was effective or not.He was limp, like a ball of mud that was rubbed round and flattened.

He called out from the bottom of his heart, 【Little Six? 】

There was no answer there.

Du Yun stopped calling again, [28? 】

【…】

【7777? 】

The system is still not online, Du Yunting can only remain paralyzed here, still not understanding in his heart.

Why on earth-

Suddenly, a cold fingertip moved upward from his chin, and slowly brushed half of his cheek.The temperature made him tremble slightly, and he shivered, and a small layer of goose bumps appeared on his neck instantly.The person who touched him seemed to realize something, and when he pulled his hand back, it became warm and comfortable to him when he covered it again.

God almost forgot how fragile the children He created were.

They didn't have the pale golden blood in his veins, nor did they have a body that was invulnerable to swords and guns for millions of years.He had touched the skeleton's fingertips many times, but although the bones in that hand were cold, they were not as cold as his own body temperature.

He retracted his hand, stretched it out again, and a small cluster of light blue flames emerged from his fingertips.

That flame will never hurt the little believer.When he caressed from top to bottom, the little believer just rolled up his back and tried to arch his legs together—this action was unsuccessful, because his legs couldn't lift half of the strength, and the gold chain on them was firmly tied. Earth fixed him here, forcing him to accept the favor from God.

He could only lie silently and docilely, revealing his fragile neck, like a snow-white lamb.

God's hand rubbed the back of his neck repeatedly.

There are still tooth marks on it.The pheromone has been infused into the blood, and this imprint will never disappear in a short time. If it fades, another imprint will be imprinted immediately.

God should have been content with that.However, he was fondling this small piece of bitten flesh at the moment, but he seemed dissatisfied.

He knew what was at work, greed.Greed opened his mouth wide and shouted impatiently, anxious to crush all the snow-white lambs in front of him, press them into the bones, and lock them under the throne of God.He has seen such a scene before, in the Sheep Girl's House, it seems that it is the possession that really cleanses the blood - making oneself a part of the other party seems to be able to break out the soul.

He sighed slightly.

The little believer heard this sigh.He suddenly raised his head, as if he had figured out something, his eyes covered by the cloth fixedly looked in his direction, and caught something out of his chaotic mind.

He sniffed the air.In the unknown scent of incense burning in the church, he smelled a reassuring and familiar scent.

The breath was originally on his pillow side, and he could smell it as soon as he turned his head.

"Second brother?"

He whispered vaguely, his heart seemed to have settled down, and he fell back into his stomach steadily, "Is it the second brother?"

The hand touching him suddenly paused.Afterwards, a deep and familiar voice answered him, "Yes."

Du Yunting was completely relieved.He no longer resisted, let himself lie obediently on top, and shouted again, the attachment inside was so strong that it almost dripped out.

"Second brother..."

He didn't even ask why.The trust in Mr. Gu overwhelmed everything, and even the panic covered in front of his eyes subsided in an instant. The little believer lay relaxed, with the loose white gauze hanging down and unfolding in the direction of the wind, like a pair of hands about to be fully stretched. wing.

God's hand held those wings.He bent down and slightly stamped the little believer's lips.

This is more of an experiment than a desire.Du Yunting felt a little itchy, and smiled slightly, still a little puzzled, "This is..."

He wanted to say don't make trouble, what are you doing, Mr. Gu is not responsible for putting out the fire when he turned around, wouldn't it be very troublesome then.

Du Yunting's hands-on ability is not strong, especially not good at doing things for himself.

God didn't answer.He floated in the air, bent down, and stroked the little believer like a nobleman combing the mane of his beloved pony.The little believer was amused by him, and twisted back and forth on the altar, trying to remove the cloth covering his face.

God's hand paused slightly, as if realizing that he had made a mistake, it sank and floated in the air for a moment.

Du Yun was on the verge of laughing when he stopped crying, still gasping for breath, not understanding why Mr. Gu had to cover his eyes and tickle himself during the sacrifice.

Is this some kind of childhood game?

Thinking of this, some pity suddenly rose in his heart.Looking at Mr. Gu's current skeletal appearance, I am afraid that his childhood has been a long time ago. If he really misses it, it seems that it is not unreasonable.

Forget it, he thought, it's a big deal, and I will play handkerchief throwing with Mr. Gu later.

Think of it as making up for childhood regrets.

He opened his mouth to make this suggestion.However, the god who bent down again had already found what he wanted from the human consciousness, and when he went back to battle, the touch suddenly changed its meaning.

Du Yunting raised his head suddenly, his breathing seemed to be cut off by a forcible rub.

He had seen magnificent waterfalls.However, no matter what kind of waterfall it is, it can't compare with this kind of divine grace. The pheromone seems to come with a strong wind, and the water is rushing down. It was just a trickle of water drops, but it slowly converged into a torrent—— —The originally solid land was punched out by such a splash.The pit got deeper and deeper, so more water overflowed, firmly occupying the new battlefield.

The spray is a rainbow, and thousands of horses are galloping.

The small white flowers in the sacrifice were finally planted in the soil and planted well.

This was the first time Du Yunting knew how to sow seeds.He originally thought that he was already a qualified agricultural expert, but it was only then that he truly understood what it means to learn endlessly.Obviously, this advanced science has developed more rapidly in these years, and even when digging the soil for crops, you can find another narrow path from the hole dug out, take the water pipe, and go straight to it. The roots of the plant transport the nutrient solution.The faucet is tightly blocked at the crossing, and the pipe will not be lifted up until all the water sources are irrigated.

The small white flowers planted on the ground curled up their stems and leaves under the impact, as if after a violent storm, everything from leaves to petals trembled in the air.

"Too much pouring!"

Du Yun patted God on the shoulder, and there was concern in his voice, "Second brother, don't pour it anymore—you will die if you continue like this!"

will die! !

He seriously doubts whether Mr. Gu never considered understanding their growth habits when he created such creatures as flowers.Otherwise, according to his watering method, even the vegetation in the tropical rainforest that grows in high temperature and rainy conditions all year round can be forcibly watered to death.

God's movements suddenly became lighter, as if recalling that this is not an invincible self, but a fragile creature that is easy to fall.

He stopped suddenly, holding the water pipe, looking a little at a loss.The overflowing drops of water glowed with a light golden color, which was a proof of divine power.

He hugged the snow-white lamb in his arms, and the lamb trembled like a thin leaf blown by the wind.

The leaf now smells of him from top to bottom.The aura that belonged to the god spread, with a strong pressure, causing all the people in the temple to bow their heads, not daring to say a word.

They only had time to hear some sounds at the beginning, as if there was intermittent sound of water, followed by crying.But the voice was silenced in an instant, and everyone waited with bated breath, completely unaware of what God was doing.

Only the new Pope was the closest. He stood in front of the white curtain, his brow relaxed, and he only held the cross in his hand.

His prayers never stopped.

"My Lord, my Most Holy and Exalted Father..."

The statue of the Lord looked down on them with compassion in his eyes.Under the witness of many believers, under the silent cross, Lilith finally harvested her new and strongest believers. This is undoubtedly immoral, it is prohibited by the doctrine, and it should not be.

But God is doctrine, who can oppose God's decision?

28 rose windows are shining.This divine sacrifice did not end until the last ray of light was cast by the setting sun, which was about to set on the horizon, and long shadows of the believers were drawn out on the ground.Their black robes were gilded by the afterglow, and their crosses glistened on their chests and hands.

No believer dares to speak up.The golden bell on the top is still ringing, and the god is still in this church and has not left.

The priests who were standing with weak legs and feet quietly rubbed their sore legs.They finally saw that the curtain in front of them was raised again, and a figure surrounded by holy light stepped forward slowly, causing them to kneel down in an instant, respectfully lying on the icy ground.

The believers shouted in unison: "Holy Father!"

God never answered.A daring priest raised his head secretly, and looked around from the corner of his eye, but only saw the dazzling light.

The light made his eyes red, swollen and painful instantly, but he never gave up, blinking repeatedly in the misty tearful eyes, and finally discerned something faintly from the light.

It was an arm hanging from God's arms, white and slender, like curdled milk.

The priest was startled suddenly, and hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look any further.He vaguely felt that he had offended something, but he couldn't help being shocked in his heart.

How could such a high and mighty god have people who he trusted?

Even in your arms like this?

It seemed absurd and unbelievable.Even if they are nobles with status, they will never do such a disrespectful act. Even if it is a sign, they will only politely bite the back of the other's neck, and then they still keep their neat clothes, only lifting the hem, trying to Reduce physical contact.

This is for the sake of doctrine, so that they will not be indulged in desires, so that they will have a clear mind and a sense of progress and retreat, so that they will not become followers of the devil for temporary enjoyment.

Only the meanest peasant and the most skilled devil would approach so unhesitatingly.It's anything but divinely elegant, or even dirty.

He bent down even deeper, but there was a panic in his heart.

Is this really the Lord they believe in?

The new Pope also knelt before the steps.He raised his hand high, waiting to receive the sacrifice from the hand of the god.

However, God did not give it to him.With a flash of the holy light, he just hugged the little believer in his arms even tighter.

The new pope heard the oracle.

"He has a fever."

The Pope understood, and said in a low voice, "My lord—Tris is in a special period."

At this time, the omega will be more or less feverish and dehydrated, and needs to be fed with water and milk little by little to maintain its strength.Still stretching out his hand, he said, "Please allow me to take Tris to freshen up first."

God did not let go, and after a long silence, he replied, "No need."

The Pope was taken aback.

"I'll take him there."

There was a flash of holy light in front of him, and the golden bell on the top made a final crisp sound, which meant that the god had left the church.The believers in the court stood up one after another, and countless black-robed priests came out of the church, and those who were close to the Pope did not go far, and they all surrounded him and asked, "My lord, how long has he stayed in the church?" After so long, is he dissatisfied with our sacrifice?"

Their rank is low, and they don't even have the right to contact the oracle, let alone talk to the gods.To know the news, they must rely on the Pope.

The Pope smiled slightly, straightened the corner of his robe, and gave them a meaningful look.

"Dissatisfied?" He pointed to one of the priests, "You have to know that in the past few million years of my Holy See, there will never be a sacrifice that is more suitable for the Holy Father."

The gods would not even touch the cattle and sheep that were sacrificed.The gold, silver and jewels that are admired in the world are abandoned by gods like worn-out shoes.

For many years, the sacrifice to the gods was nothing more than a display of the Holy See's loyalty to the gods, but it never really offered a sacrifice that satisfied the gods.

The accused priest couldn't help hesitantly, "My lord, why are you so sure?"

The pope shook his head.

"My Holy See will definitely have another million years..." He said slowly, "And all of this is due to Tris."

The priests exchanged glances with each other, becoming increasingly puzzled.None of them asked any more questions, they just followed the Pope's pace and walked slowly towards the door.

Father Tris, who has made great contributions, is still sleeping.He was dehydrated from crying, and he didn't know how many rounds of sweating, the water in his body seemed to have completely evaporated. 7777 called him several times but failed to wake him up, so he had to wait quietly in his mind. When the host finally turned over with difficulty, he seemed to be more awake, and immediately asked: [What happened? 】

Du Yunting moved his legs slowly, and said: [I still want to ask you...]

Why did you go offline suddenly?

[I'm not offline,] 7777 said anxiously, [I've been online all the time. 】

Du Tongsou obviously didn't believe it, and accused: [I just called you a lot. 】

You didn't even answer me.

[I don't know what's wrong,] the little system said, [Your Mr. Gu didn't know what method he used, but at that time, he seemed to block me...]

After that, it basically stayed in the darkness, shouting and shouting at the host without hearing the slightest echo.

This is the first time 7777 has encountered such a thing.It is a fledgling system, and Du Yunting is the first one brought by it, and 7777 has a hunch that it must be the most difficult one for all hosts.

After encountering such a strange thing, it went back to ask the boss of the system for help.The boss is the son of their main god, and now he has a human form, with two pear dimples around his lips, sweet, like a soft cotton candy, but he has a name called Xiong Wei.Every time he called him [Brother Xiong] or [Boss Xiong Wei], 7777 felt like he was being smart.

It is clear that the other party looks much younger than himself.

After the boss heard about the blocking, he also found it unbelievable, 【Is it attacked by some virus? 】

It made 7777 check his own database several times, but he didn't find even a single Trojan horse.

【No……】

The boss said with great experience: 【Then the other party must be a related household. 】

The small system mentioned was suspicious for a while, is Du Yunting still a related account?

It's not impossible, otherwise how could every world send him a Mr. Gu so comfortable.

【Who said it?】 The boss knocked it on the head, 【It was Mr. Gu. 】

He paused, and said: [There are so many small worlds, go back and check to see if the world consciousness in charge of order in any world has come out again. 】

7777 didn't understand why the other party said again.

It briefly explained the situation to the host, and Du Yunting said worriedly: [Next time, don't go offline casually, I'm very worried. 】

The system suddenly felt warm.Immediately afterwards, Du Yunting covered his stomach and said: [I would think you left me from here...]

7777: […]

How many times have I said it, it can't be the host's cub!

[Don't refuse so simply,] Du Tongsu said regretfully, [I can turn over the platform to buy oranges for you. 】

The system is angry.

[I have also read books! 】

[Hey, let's do it...] Du Yunting dealt with it casually, and then began to worry, 【Where is this? 】

He sat up.What lay beneath him seemed to be a continuous sea of ​​clouds. The towering pillars on both sides could not see the tops. The fluttering white curtains and this architectural style reminded Du Yunting of ancient Greek temples.He reluctantly turned over, thinking of Mr. Gu, just opened his mouth when he saw the curtain flung open.

Mr. Gu from his dream appeared in front of him.The heavy scepter in his hand was adorned with huge spar, the corner of his mouth was tightened, and his pale golden eyes were slowly lowered.

The little believer was still a little dazed, sitting on the cloud bed and staring at him blankly, as if he couldn't react.A smile finally crossed the corners of God's lips, and he reached out and stroked the little believer's forehead. The original high fever had basically faded away, but this was just the first wave, and the second wave will come soon.

"Wake up." He said in a deep voice, lifting his child's face.

Du Yunting seemed to be made of wood or clay at the moment. Looking at him for a while, and the scepter in his hand for a while, he felt that this was a dream, and then clearly knew that it was not a dream.

He's not stupid either.Such a dress... not only has he seen it in his dreams, but he has also seen it in the cathedral today.

... scumbag.

He swallowed suddenly.

shit, shit, shit...

Why is this Mr. Gu?

The author has something to say: Mr. Gu: (Half planted) Let me take another look... um, yes.

Counseling:? ? ?