Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

This idea became more and more intense in her mind, and Ji Yan couldn't wait to try it.

Before making the attempt, she turned to look at Della.

The girl seemed to have fallen asleep, and the entire dormitory was silent except for the faint sound of breathing.

Ji Yan was relieved, closed her eyes, followed the example of the believers, put her hands together and began to pray——

"Lord Dark God, please listen to my voice, I want to talk to you."

"Can you hear my voice, Lord Samuel?"

Ji Yan tried it, but there seemed to be no response. Could it be because she was not pious enough?

Or is she not actually a follower of Samuel?

But speaking of it, even if she met the conditions for prayer, Samuel might not be able to hear her with so many believers.

But Ji Yan didn't want to give up so soon, so she tried again.

At the same time, the town of Eaton.

As soon as Samuel started listening, he unexpectedly heard the sound of a cub.

At first, he thought he heard it wrong, and then the cub's voice did disappear again, but after a while, he heard it again.

With a thought in his mind, he gradually saw the original picture through the small prayer light ball.

The girl was lying on the bed, with the quilt pressed neatly under her arms. She was clasping her hands together, imitating a believer's prayer somewhat clumsily.

As if because he didn't get a response, his eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly.

God curled his lips, and the next second, he performed the highest treatment in response to a believer’s prayer—descending.

The flowing air in the dormitory suddenly condensed at a certain moment, as if the stop button was pressed, and everything paused its time.

The human girl who was praying intently blinked her eyelashes as if she felt something.

The next second, a heavy weight suddenly fell on his body.

The girl was stunned and let out a slight groan from her nose.

Ji Yan opened her eyes in confusion, and then met a pair of dark and cold eyes, and a familiar scent rushed into her nose.

The god's jet-black hair hung down like a waterfall, grazing across her face and stacked on both sides of her body, overlapping with the girl's soft hair.

"……grown ups?"

Ji Yan was completely stunned. When she came to her senses, she subconsciously wanted to see if Della was awake, and to confirm if the other party had noticed that there was someone suddenly in her bed.

As soon as he turned his head, the god grabbed his chin and pulled him back.

The girl looked bewildered.

Samuel said: "She can't see us now."

Ji Yan was so shocked that she could not speak. She had never thought that prayer could have a summoning function.

But...there seems to be something wrong with the way this summons is opened.

She was pinned down by Samuel, unable to move at all.

A pair of eyes blinked helplessly, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you pressing me down, sir?"

After the words fell, the god paused slightly, seeming to be thinking about the answer to this question.

"Maybe it has something to do with the way you posture when you pray."

Ji Yan was stunned.

In other words, she was lying on the bed while praying, so when God came, he would move in the same way as her, which is why it looked so weird.

However, it was too close and she felt uncomfortable all over.

His eyes lowered involuntarily, inexplicably avoiding Samuel's gaze.

And tried to change the topic: "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to try to see if my prayer could be heard by adults."

Samuel had no experience with such situations and therefore did not notice her discomfort.

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously asked, "Want to hear a story?"

Ji Yan raised her eyes and looked into the cold and clean eyes of the god. She was startled for a moment, then quickly woke up and stopped letting her thoughts wander.

Gods have no desires, so this posture is very common and does not have any special meaning.

Thinking of this, the discomfort dissipated a little.

She hummed, closed her eyes, and waited to hear Samuel's bedtime story like she did when she was a child.

Samuel had read the thick fairy tale book over and over several times. The words had already been engraved in his mind, and the gods could retell them fluently anytime and anywhere.

The night was as warm as water, and the god's cool voice was like a gentle net, gently binding her into a sweet dream.

Not long after, Ji Yan fell asleep.

The cold white moonlight pouring in from the window outlines the girl's quiet and gentle face.

Samuel was so fascinated that he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed the messy hair on her cheek behind her ear.

The time to come is limited, he should go back.

I don’t know when the next meeting will be, and I don’t know if the cub will think of summoning him to come by praying like he did today...

The god sighed softly.

The condensed air in the dormitory regained its vitality and began to flow slowly. Everything returned to normal. The miracle of the coming of the gods seemed to be just a dream.

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Della is making the bed.

Ji Yan, who had finished sorting out the housework, couldn't help but ask her: "Did you find anything strange last night?"

"What's weird?" Della recalled it carefully and shook her head, "I was too tired yesterday and went to bed early, so I didn't notice anything strange."

Ji Yan then sighed and recalled the scene last night thoughtfully.

Della was a little worried: "Did something happen last night?"

"Huh?" Ji Yan was stunned for a moment and shook her head, "It's nothing. Maybe I had some strange dream."

Della thought for a while and said: "It may be quite stressful when you first enter school. Don't think too much about it. If you have something on your mind, you can tell me if you don't mind."

"Okay." Ji Yan couldn't help but curl her eyes.

The first lesson that the seminary teaches students about the art of light is to pray to the gods.

The old professor in a well-dressed suit adjusted his glasses and said, "God will listen to the voices of believers. If your voice can be heard by gods, then congratulations, you are one of the lucky ones."

At this time, someone asked: "Professor, will the God of Light really listen to our voices?"

"Of course." When mentioning God, the old professor's slightly cloudy eyes were filled with infinite admiration and yearning. "God loves the world, and He cares about His believers. All of your voices have the opportunity to be heard by Him. hear."

"Then will the God of Light answer our prayers?"

"That's a good question." The old professor said with some relief, "As long as you are loyal enough, the gods may answer your prayers."

"His Majesty the Pope of the Temple, Mr. Gales, once had a conversation with the God of Light." At this point, the professor paused and then said, "However, there are also rumors among the people that He has visited. So, I think , the highest response to praying to God should be for Him to come in person.”

"That is to say...has anyone really seen the Lord of Light with their own eyes?"

As soon as the words fell, the classroom suddenly became commotion.

The professor just smiled and said: "Yes, the world is so big, there will always be one or two lucky people who can see Him with their own eyes."

The statue of the God of Light that has stood in the temple for a long time is said to have been restored by the Pope through the dictation of those lucky people a long time ago.

When Ji Yan heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned.

In other words, her meeting with Samuel last night turned out to be not a dream.

She really accidentally summoned the Dark God through prayer.