Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

The little believer's white arms were wrapped around his neck, and his fingers were intertwined in the dense blond hair.The hair swayed like water waves, and those two arms were like the snake in the Garden of Eden that led Adam to see the forbidden fruit, tightly entangled him, and pulled him into the abyss little by little.

"Father..."

God bit the mark on the back of his neck and poured the pheromone into it.Through the small piece of bitten red flesh, the pheromones were churning like the sea, and they flowed smoothly into the blood vessels, all of which were turbulent waves enough to submerge Du Yunting.

The night was darker, and the rose window cast mottled, shaking shadows.The moon glanced curiously through the window, and then shyly retreated into the clouds and mist again.

Du Yunting's hair was wet with sweat.He leaned against the altar, panting slightly, the black holy robe on his body was partly lifted, and then hung down along the edge of the altar.

His pale blond hair stuck to his cheek.The man stretched out his hand and gently pushed them away.

The little believer held him tightly, his expression seemed a little panicked, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood on the sea.

"Father God, is it right for us to do this...?"

God suddenly stopped moving and stared at him steadfastly.The man stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and now those fingers are as warm as ordinary people. When he stroked the little believer's cheek, it didn't make the little believer shiver slightly from the cold. Leaning on his palm.

"No need to worry," he whispered, stroking the snow-white lamb, a smile seemed to appear on his lips, "the Lord forgives your mistakes."

The idol stood behind them, watching silently.Du Yun stopped at the altar, his eyelashes drooping, still a little uneasy.He said softly: "But Father God, I will still pray here tomorrow..."

He touched the wet altar and looked away.

【This seems to be watched by a lot of people," Du said shyly, 【It's so exciting. 】

7777 who clearly heard this sentence: […]

It almost knelt down for the host's wave in an instant.

This is not an ordinary wave, Du Yunting himself can name the tsunami - his waves are not intermittent, coming one after another!

God was obviously also irritated by this sentence.He stroked the young man's neck more vigorously and asked, "Do you like being watched?"

There was a thin blush on the face of the little believer.

God waved his hand slightly, and at that moment, many figures suddenly stood in the church.They were all standing in the court with their heads bowed and praying as usual, as if no one had seen the priest who was being placed on the altar.Familiar prayers were spit out sentence by sentence, and a low Sanskrit tone was chanted, holy and ethereal.

They sang praises to the Almighty Lord, but the Almighty Lord only looked down at his unique believers.

Everything in the world is eager for God's favor.

Longing for God to give them wealth, longing for God to make them healthy, longing for God to give them a long life... God does not care for any of them, but now he presses against the forehead of the little believer and pours all these blessings into him without hesitation His flesh and blood.

The grace from God finally sprinkled Du Yunting's entire body.The flowers that were originally blooming on the altar were finally beaten by the storm and dropped their leaves. When the rain stopped and the wind stopped, there were still spots of wet marks on the petals, shaking slightly in the wind. As if being broken off, the stems and leaves hang down feebly.

Du Yunting couldn't even remember how he got back.

When he woke up again, he was still lying in the inner room of the church. He buried his head in the pillow, took a deep breath, and then stretched his arms in the air.

So cool.

Du Counseling is still full of thoughts, smashing it with endless aftertaste.

Compared with his current spirit, his system looks like the world view, life view, and values ​​have been destroyed and rebuilt. When talking to him, the electronic voice is weak, [Are you awake? 】

Du Yunting wondered: [What's wrong with you? 】

It’s okay not to mention it, but when I mentioned it, 7777 was so angry that he immediately opened his mouth to complain, [Your Mr. Gu blocked me again in the second half! 】

It angrily said, [Don’t say anything, I’m designated as a related household—it’s really outrageous, our socialism has always focused on independence and self-reliance, and people like this who frequently use the back door to block me, how can this be considered an npc? 】

I've never seen an NPC so awesome, why don't you just become the main god?

Du Yunting educated it: [Don't just open your mouth and shut up and say that others are related households. Relationships are also a kind of strength. 】

The system suddenly took a sip of the poisonous chicken soup, feeling that everything was going bad.

[However,] Du Counsel smacked his lips, [You are right in saying something. 】

【? 】

[Go through the back door,] its host chuckled, [We don’t have a front door to go through, only the back door can be opened several times...]

7777 didn't understand at first, until it saw the host pointing to his waist while saying this...

Max up!

Why on earth did it throw the word door out of the sensitive word system?Obviously it should be thrown back again!

7777 is very angry.It feels that it has been mixed with the host for a long time, and it is not the pure white system it was at the beginning.

If the system had a color, it should be the same color as a banana right now.

Du Yunting: [Speaking of bananas——]

7777 screamed: [Shut up! 】

Forget the bananas! ! !

[Why are you reacting so loudly? 】Du Yunting rubbed his stomach innocently,【I just want to say, I'm hungry. 】

【…】

Du Yunting rang the copper bell beside the bed.A servant came in from the outside, with a plate already in his hand, with fresh milk and food on it.He respectfully placed the dinner plate on the table beside the bed, and couldn't help looking at the priest with his eyes.

"My lord, is there anything else I need?"

The young and beautiful Father Tris was still lying on the bed, as if he was not feeling well, and did not sit up from the quilt.His shiny face was exposed outside the quilt, and his fine blond hair fell on the pillow, and he replied gently and politely: "No need, thank you."

The servant retreated again.Du Yunting reluctantly sat up and went to get the food on the plate.

After getting half of it, a shadow shrouded in holy light suddenly appeared beside him.

The little priest turned his head in surprise and shouted, "Father God?"

"Ah."

The god is wearing a black robe and sitting on the side of the bed, his side face is like a stone statue finely carved with a carving knife, the eye sockets are deep, and the brow bone is slightly high, which makes him look somewhat unapproachable.

The young believer's green eyes were filled with admiration, and he asked, "Father God, would you like to eat some too?"

God originally never tried human food.But staring at the young believer's bright red lips, he was also slightly dazed, and then said: "Yes."

Perhaps it was contaminated with the smell of a young believer, the food seemed to be much sweeter than what was offered to him on the sacrificial table.

The little believer lowered his head and took a spoonful of soup from it, "You..."

God opened his mouth.The spoon didn't stick to it, but the young and beautiful priest approached suddenly, and put his lips on the cool lips of the god reverently.

This was obviously beyond God's expectation.His pale golden eyes were fixed on the young man, and just as he was about to use force, the person in front of him suddenly moved away.

His face was thin red.His skin was already fair, and his skin was also radiant, and the thin red was quite conspicuous, reminding God of the sunset glow falling through the rose window.

The priest said softly, "This is my prayer to you."

God's pale fingertips touched the corners of his lips, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"What kind of prayer is that?"

He hadn't expected to hear his child's answer.After all, his child now hangs his head, looking as if he is shy, because the shocking moment just now exhausted his strength.

But even so, he still heard the little believer's voice. It was thin and trembling, but it was still resolutely spit out from his mouth.

"Pray that you will always love me—"

he said softly.

"Pray that I can always be by your side, that's all."

The priest said, leaning his head back.

"Father God, am I being too greedy?"

God's chest rose and fell slightly, and he answered him after a while: "No."

This is not greedy.Sometimes there are thoughts a hundred times more violent than this in the mind of God. He wants to put the little believers away and not teach anyone to see them.He wanted the little believer to be smeared with holy water all over his body, filled with his breath, and could only stay in his temple.He even thought about chains. The golden locks full of divine power can keep the little believer from leaving him even a step. He can pinch a pair of snow-white wings for the little believer, but he can never let them stretch out and fly. To be stretched out when he's marked, to be rubbed by him.

However, these thoughts are only for a moment.God looked at the person in front of him, and all the violence was resolved, leaving only warmth.

"If you want to have it, then you will have it all—"

He tapped his fingertips filled with divine power on the priest's forehead.

"My most precious child."

There was a pale golden mark on Du Yunting's forehead.

When the Pope saw it for the first time, he was also taken aback, surprised by how favored his adopted son was.That symbolized that God granted his request and poured all the good blessings in this world into him. Don't think about it, Tris must have a smooth life after this.

This is the first mortal to be favored by God.

This news could not be concealed, and soon, even the royal family knew about it.The old king came to see it in person, and when he saw the figure of Father Triss, his face was cloudy and uncertain.Standing indoors like that, a person is as gentle and calm as the moonlight. The beauty that has never been seen before is unmatched by anyone. Perhaps it is because of God's grace that now it has more holy colors.

The old king was terrified and had to bow his head under such a mark.He regarded Father Tris as a guest of honor, treated him as carefully as a father, and even proposed to build a church for him alone.

Father Tris refused."I grew up in the cathedral, I am a child of the cathedral," he said.

After this sentence spread, more people among the people were moved by it.Father Tris, this name has obviously been endowed with almost the same color as God.

Even the black-haired, black-eyed boy who was deprived of his eyes by the gods heard about it.

He was originally a low-level omega, and he stood out from everyone because of his special hair color and eye color, but he was not reconciled to ordinary royal nobles.When the king chose him, his joy was beyond words.

Being able to serve God—this is an honor that no one can dream of!

He went so full of expectations, thinking that he was being treated as a sacrifice to the gods, and the gods would look at him differently because of his appearance.He may be brought into the temple, be favored, and even give birth to a son for the god—if he is born, he can also be enshrined as a mother god, and he will no longer be an ordinary mortal.

However, when he was lying on the altar, he realized how absurd his thinking was.

Sure enough, the Lord has come.He slowly emerged from the statue covered in the holy light. His slender and smooth figure made Omega's legs tremble slightly.He waited with bated breath, and finally waited until those pale golden eyes looked at him——

At that moment, Omega fell into an ice cave.

There was no obsession in it at all—God looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a random flower, a grass, or ordinary ants that could be drowned in the population—he didn’t even look at him. Being completely contained in the pupils of the gods, he immediately felt the surging anger of the gods.

For a long time, this was almost his nightmare.The god was furious because of his sacrifice, and took away the sight of all of them. Since then, no matter what Omega saw was blurred, he almost became blind.

He was a complete failure.But if everyone loses so badly, that's okay; but, there is a Father Tris.

Not only did Father Tris not fail, he even managed to make everyone jealous.

Why?

Every time Omega thinks of this, something in his chest is agitated, almost making a devil grow in his heart.

Why?

He is also a top-notch omega, his appearance, his unique hair color and eye color, his rich pheromones... He is already the best in this world, why does God not favor him, but others? ?

After hearing about Father Triss' evening prayer, Omega hesitated again and again, but finally went.He wore glasses specially made by the craftsman, and he was barely able to see nearby objects.He was the first to come, standing in the first row, staring wide-eyed, and only saw the priest who had received divine grace after a long time.

He was wearing a pitch-black holy robe, and slowly stepped out from behind the bright red curtain.The corner of the robe swayed slightly, as if a wave had been turned up.

Omega heard the gasp of the person beside him.He desperately opened his eyes wide, the sockets of which were sore, and finally saw the face clearly.

"..."

That's totally different from him.It was a face favored by light.

He suddenly understood what the bards were singing. "God weaved sunlight into Father Tris' hair, and put the sun and moon into Father Tris's eyes. So wherever he walked, everything was silent, and even the birds turned their heads sideways, just to follow his eyes. A soft whisper was heard on the lips."

He saw a little gold shining on the priest's forehead, and the priest's snow-white hands protruded from the holy robe, soaking in the clear holy water.

Omega couldn't even say a word.After praying, he walked out in a trance, and suddenly realized why God didn't favor him.

With the brilliance of the sun and the moon beside us, who can see the dim stars?

On the 20th birthday of Father Tris, the Pope proposed to promote him as a bishop, but the priest still refused.

He was not a person seeking fame and fortune, and he didn't want such a name.

He would rather be a little priest who can stand in front of the statue every day and lead everyone to pray.

As for the actual reason, Du Yunting also told 7777, [Because the name bishop sounds old-fashioned. 】

No priest stimulation.

7777: […]

It knew that what the host said here would definitely not have any normal reason!

On the day before his 20th birthday, God still appeared in the inner room of the church.His disciples were waiting on the bed and asked, "Father, do you have a congratulatory gift for me?"

God didn't answer.He naturally prepared it, but he didn't want to show it to the little believers right now.

"The Pope said that a ceremony will be held for me in the church tomorrow." The little priest said, leaning his head slightly, "Father God... with your blessing, I have passed 20 years safely."

Shinto: "You will also spend the rest safely."

He would never let little believers do anything under his watch.

Father Tris smiled slightly, but did not continue the sentence.

The ceremony was held extremely grandly, because it was God's favorite, even the royal family and nobles were all present, and no one was missed.At the order of Father Tris, the door of the church was opened, and not only these dignified people, but also ordinary people could enter at will.The court was full of people, and they jointly witnessed the birthday of this special priest.

When the priest slowly let down the blond hair that was originally simply tied behind his head, and changed it into a braid that all adult priests would braid, there was a sudden commotion among the people below.They all stared at the tall statue behind them, looked at it in disbelief, and exclaimed.

"Look at the idol!"

"Idol—"

More people immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"Great Father God..."

Members of the royal family watched in shock.Under everyone's gaze, the idol suddenly opened a pair of golden eyes.A figure enveloped in the holy light slowly stepped out from the statue, and his hand rested on Father Tris's head, so a laurel crown full of divine power was placed on the priest's forehead.The Sanskrit music suddenly played high, the music was light and lively, and a flock of birds flew in from the flower window, circling high and low above the church, with fluttering snow-white wings connected head to tail, like a crown of flowers.

Flowers spread all the way from the church door to the priest's feet.He stepped on the snow-white flowers all over the ground, and that figure bent down and stamped his forehead.

Only Du Yunting heard the voice of God.

"My child," Shinto said, "I give you—a life equal to mine."

In an instant, the holy light shone brightly, but when it touched the priest, it retreated as if the tide had encountered an obstacle.God was slightly taken aback, and said the blessing just now again, but still failed.

how come? !

Du Yunting was not surprised.He sighed slightly, and replied softly: "Thank you, my Father God."

The god was still in shock, floating stiffly in the air.Du Yun stopped and pulled him. Under the eyes of everyone, he couldn't do anything casually—he only used his own hand, and firmly shook the cold hand of God.

"One day I am with you, one day I will be with you - this is my pious oath, which will never change."

Under God's gaze, a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"I want to sacrifice my loyal soul to you, and my equally loyal heart."

7777 also paused, and said: [After Zha Gong leaves the world, your mission will end.You know. 】

The laws of the system are above the laws of the world, even if it is a god in a small world, it is impossible to give Du Yunting eternal life in the world.Du Yunting had already guessed in his heart, but he was unwilling to think about it. Now that the guess has been verified, he felt a little uncomfortable.

He pondered for a moment, then said: 【How about I make Zha Gong into that kind of immortal demon...】

[You can think clearly,] 7777 warns, [If Zha Gong still can't die, your mission will never be considered complete - in this way, it is impossible for you to return to the real world. 】

Speaking of the real world, Counseling's eyes light up slightly.

He can't stay here forever.

[Mr. Gu will be sad. 】

7777 knows him.He only said that Mr. Gu was sad, and didn't mention himself at all. The system originally thought he was heartless, but after watching him cry in a mess in his dream, he knew that this host just never admitted that he was sad. He doesn't say a word of bitterness, he is as stubborn as a donkey.It doesn't expose it, it just says: 【Then cherish the present moment. 】

Cherishing the present moment seems simple to say, but it is not a simple matter.

After the blessing failed, God was deeply shocked and tried many times after that.

When the holy light covered the little believers, all of them bounced off as if they were hindered by something—none of them succeeded.

This was the first time a god wanted to give his life to a mortal.When Du Yunting tried to comfort him, seeing Mr. Gu frowning, he suddenly said, "I should have used the divine bone at that time."

Du Tongdou: "Hmm..."

Does it mean that the bones of gods should be used when creating humans?

God stares at his hands, doing self-reflection.

When he made the man, he was too hasty, and he didn't really think about what a man should be.To put it bluntly, it was just a bunch of boring tools created for him.That's why people are so fragile and have such short lives.

If he uses his own blood to be the blood of the little believer, and uses his own bones to reshape a body for the little believer...

Thoughtful, the god stared straight at his believers with pale golden eyes.Du Yunting was a little frightened by his gaze, paused, and whispered to 7777: [Mr. Gu isn't thinking of some weird idea, is he? 】

It's useless, even if your body is made of steel, it doesn't matter!

7777 also looked at the eyes, then lowered his voice and answered his host, 【My condolences. 】

Du Tongsou: […]