Without the pride of being designated as a divine envoy, Mo Zhiyang only felt bald.
Does this God of Light have something stuck in his head? Otherwise, he really can't imagine why he would identify him as the envoy of God.
"Master God Envoy." The Holy See's envoy stood up and put a red silk scarf on him. "Master God Envoy, the knights are ready to escort you to the temple of the God of Light."
This phrase, "Master Sh*t," makes people laugh every time.
Mo Zhiyang swallowed, "Ah this?" System, what would they do if they find out that I am actually a freeloader? Will they burn me alive?
"It's hard to say, but I think the God of Light will burn you to ashes." The system also hesitated. What kind of bullshit mission is this? World peace.
The boy didn't answer for a long time, which made people outside the venue become anxious and began to whisper.
Mo Zhiyang realized something was wrong, but no matter how unhappy he was, he still had to pretend.
He showed a troubled expression and said, "Messenger, I'm afraid that I can't serve the God of Light perfectly. My awe and respect for the God of Light make me feel ashamed."
Labor and management don't want to serve this bullsh*t God of Light.
Hearing this, the messenger chuckled and said, "My child, there is no need to worry. You are chosen by the God of Light. God is fraternal and tolerant."
"I hope the God of Light can forgive my ignorance because of my love for him." Mo Zhiyang sighed, pretending to be pious.
I don't know if he is philanthropic or not, but if he dares to cause any trouble, I will smash his statue!
Seeing that only priests of the Vatican could have a red scarf, Sver forced himself to hide the jealousy in his eyes and lowered his head. His beautiful blond hair shone in the sun, but it could not hide the darkness in his heart.
"Sver, I don't think this is your problem. You are already good enough. It's just that Yang was chosen by the God of Light." A young man patted another young man on the shoulder to comfort him.
Sver shook his head and said with a smile, "I think since the God of Light chose Yang, he must have what we have no character for." But I am so jealous, why can he?
"Yes, the oracle of the God of Light is unquestionable." The young man nodded slightly and turned around to retreat.
But Mo Zhiyang was very distressed as he lay on the bed, tossing and turning, not knowing what to do.
The people here have great trust in God, almost fanatical worship. If they knew that they did not believe in the so-called God, they would have to roast themselves alive and turn them into mutton skewers.
"System, can you believe in gods?" Mo Zhiyang sighed and covered his face with a pillow.
Wow, that's too much. The system: "Hey, hey, hey, don't force the system to make things difficult for you, okay? I am a system, and you ask me to believe in God? The only god I believe in is the Lord God."
"Then we have to die together. Think about it, I don't believe in God. If God notices it, we will die together. How can this be good?"
It's okay to be far away from the Holy See now, but if he really goes to the Holy See's temple, it will definitely be a fatal blow.
Mo Zhiyang was distressed, his mind gradually became confused, and he fell asleep in a daze.
After everyone fell asleep, a man wearing a black toga appeared in the room. His short black hair was combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
His black eyes, now filled with love, walked to the bedside and sat down, stroking his short golden hair with his hands, "My dear, you don't have to worry, leave everything to me."
The deep voice is like the sweetest wine, which makes people sleep deeper.
"As long as I'm with you, not even the God of Light can hurt you." When Ryan said this, he suddenly realized one thing. What if Little Toffee goes to the Holy See and is hurt by the God of Light?
It would be safer to tie up the God of Light.
Looking at the person who were sleeping soundly, Ryan decided to wait for a while before talking, quietly went to bed, leaned on the pillow, and pressed the boy into his arms, "Little toffee."
Touching something soft in his sleep, Mo Zhiyang rubbed it unconsciously. When he noticed that the thing had become hard and pressed against his lips, he naturally opened his mouth to hold it.
Ryan was shocked when he was sucked through his clothes. He wanted to push him away but was afraid of waking the other up. He didn't know what to do for a while, "Little toffee, don't make trouble."
After resisting to no avail, he had no choice but to let him go.
When Mo Zhiyang woke up, it was already dark. There were no candles in the room, and it was very dark. "System, I seem to be dreaming about milk? Am I dead?"
"Milk?" The system pondered, "I didn't expect you to be such a dissatisfied host!"
Smashing it in his mouth, Mo Zhiyang really felt that he had eaten... milk!
The Holy See envoy asked to hurry up, so he packed up his things and set off the next day. When he was about to set off, he discovered that Sver was also following him.
"This?" Mo Zhiyang looked at the envoy strangely.
Sver smiled and replied: "Yang, I will be your servant from now on." As long as he can enter the Holy See, it doesn't matter what identity he uses.
"Your Majesty the Envoy of God, we need to get to the Holy See in three days. Let's get on the carriage first." The envoy said, opening the door respectfully.
Mo Zhiyang didn't ask any more questions and raised his feet to go up. Sver was very clever and helped him lift the hem of his robe first, "Be careful, Lord Envoy."
There were twenty knights guarding them, all of them were handsome and tall in silver armor, but they did not dare to peek at the people in the carriage, who were the envoys chosen by the God of Light.
In front of outsiders, Mo Zhiyang maintained a holy and calm posture, but he was already suffocating in his heart: Oh my god, the collar of this robe is so tight, I'm going to be strangled to death, it's so hot, so hot!
Sver maintained a very pious posture and sat in front with the driver of the carriage, but he kept imagining in his heart that monsters would appear, and then he would use the power of light to drive away the monsters.
Finally, the messenger put the red tie on him, but Yang became the driver, and his identity was reversed.
The fantasy was fake, but the monster actually appeared.
On the second day of the trip, when passing by a forest, there must have been hundreds of dwarfs infected by the evil spirit. Each one had black eyes and long mouths with saliva dripping from them.
"Protective the envoy!" The sword on the knight's waist was unsheathed, and the other nineteen knights gradually approached the carriage to protect it.
"Master Divine Envoy, can you use the power of light to drive away the monsters!" The envoy had no choice but to turn to the carriage for help. There were too many.
Damn it, the Labor and Management Council is a chicken of light! The most I can do is turn on a light for you!
On the surface, Mo Zhiyang was as steady as an old dog, but in his heart he was already thinking: I don't know if it's too late to run away now.
"Master God Envoy, please use the power of light to drive away the monsters!" Sver also came out to add fuel to the fire. Yang did not have the power of light, and he knew it.
For Mo Zhiyang, the atmosphere was a double attack, not only from the monsters but also from these people.
Forget it, let's leave it at that anyway, Mo Zhiyang thought, stood up, got off the carriage, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and took a deep breath.
"Lord God Envoy!" Sver knew that he can't use the power of light.
Mo Zhiyang got off the carriage, looked at the dwarfs with fierce looks, took a small step forward, and began to mutter silently:Dear uncles, everyone who passes by is a good friend, so you don't need to look at me like this. If you have money, please help me, and if you don't have money, please leave.
Suddenly, the dwarfs seemed to see something extremely terrifying and began to retreat.
"Huh?" Mo Zhiyang also noticed that these monsters seemed to be very scared. Could it be that the cross talk he told was too funny?
But still unsure, Mo Zhiyang mustered up the courage to take a small step forward: Makabaka!
Sure enough, those monsters stepped back several meters and looked at him in horror.
What the monsters saw was different from what they saw. They saw Lord Ryan behind the sacrifice, the god who ruled the darkness. He was standing behind the young man with a displeased look on his face.
Mo Zhiyang took a deep breath, took another step forward, and silently said: Makabaka?
The dwarfs suddenly became frightened, turned around and ran away, running into the woods and disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Great God of Light, Lord God Envoy!" The messenger breathed a sigh of relief, got off the horse, knelt down on one knee and put one hand on his chest, "God Envoy bless you."
The knights all got off their horses and knelt down on one knee, "Great God of Light, Lord God Envoy!"
With a little pride oozing from his heart, Mo Zhiyang wrote down: Makabaka is a good way to defeat the enemy!
"Little Toffee is so awesome." Ryan leaned down and whispered into his right ear, "It's also very interesting."
His ears were itching, and Mo Zhiyang felt as if someone was blowing into his ears. When he turned his head, he found nothing, but his lips seemed to have touched something soft.
Although it was just a mistake, Ryan's heart started beating wildly and he covered his lips: The little toffee is so sweet, he really wants to eat it all in one go.
But not yet.
He returned to the carriage in a dignified (silly) solemn (forced) steady (and heavy) carriage. After this incident, he had already taken the title of Shimo Zhiyang Divine Envoy, and then went to the Holy See.In just one day, evening has arrived.
The Holy See is in the center of Bess City, and next to it is the king's palace.
The knight in silver armor walked into the busy city with his head held high. The eyes of the people in the downtown area were instantly attracted. They all knew that the knights had gone to pick up the envoy.
The people in the carriage were all the God Envoys, and they all knelt down on one knee.
Mo Zhiyang turned to look out the window and was shocked. People outside were kneeling on the ground, pious and respectful.
But Mo Zhiyang understood better that their piety was not for themselves, but for the so-called illusory God of Light.
Carrying the pious gazes of everyone, the carriage slowly drove towards the Holy See.
There were already many welcoming people standing at the gate of the Holy See. The welcoming formation of the Holy See was even bigger. Both the Pope and the King appeared at the same time. Both of them stood at the door and looked down the steps.
The eyes of the two people were unclear. Under the turbulent waves, they were waiting for an opportunity to break the balance.
However, it was the young king who took action first. Before he could get off the carriage, he went down the stairs and greeted him warmly, "Your Majesty the Envoy of God!"
The old pope frowned, very unhappy.
Beneath the calm, there is an undercurrent.