Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Yan Feng was extremely satisfied after hearing this.

Will his status be that high in the next world?

Thinking of this, Yan Feng was extremely happy.

After giving Gungun a reminder to pass on information about that world to him, he happily flapped his wings and flew happily into the halo.

At the same time, the little rabbit who was following Gungun was a little worried: "Team leader, do you really not need to inform the boss about other problems in advance?"

"No need, the boss will never listen if I inform him," Gungun had already grasped the development trend of the matter.

Looking into Little Rabbit's eyes, he explained: "Besides, our boss has experienced too many similar things. For him, this is all child's play. Trust me, he will be fine!"

There is trust between the lines.

But this direction of trust seems a bit strange.

But as Gungun spoke, the little animals around him looked in admiration.

I admire their team leader for predicting the future.

I also admire their boss who can successfully carry through anything.

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I have no idea what the red pandas are communicating with.

Yan Feng's consciousness blurred for a moment.

When he returned to normal again, he found himself lying in a white room.

Not that modern design.

There were pure white curtains hanging everywhere, blocking out the original color of the wooden house and completely wrapping him in that white.

The bed he was lying on was also covered with pure white sheets and quilts, including himself, who was wearing a thin white gauze dress.

The gauze clothes can barely block the scenery.

Wearing it on your body is more like a temptation than a piece of clothing.

Not just that.

The familiar chains were still around his arms and legs.

blocked his movements.

Yan Feng moved a bit, and he could clearly feel the confinement spell cast on the chain.

When he saw this situation, Yan Feng was already confused.

Are you kidding me?

Whose god is dressed like this?

And what kind of shitty place is this?

There was pure white everywhere, and the light shone through the window frame, and when it hit his eyes, he almost felt like he was going blind, okay?

Yan Feng thought about it and asked in his mind: [Gungun, tell me what is going on now? 】

[Now pass the script of this world to the boss, please pay attention to receive it. 】

A rolling sound sounded.

The next second, memories that did not belong to Yan Feng appeared in his mind.

As Gungun said before, this is indeed a world where gods exist. It's just that some gods like to appear in front of humans and use their overriding sense of existence to despise or protect humans.

Some gods have not shown their faces for thousands of years.

No matter how hard his followers begged and prayed, the god never showed up even when they needed it most.

For example, this is the case in the country he is in now.

According to historical records, there is a patron saint in their country.

But since the patron saint fell asleep thousands of years ago, the so-called memories and history have turned into myths and legends.

And now.

There are monsters in the kingdom. The paladin's spells and attacks can no longer completely eliminate the monsters, and the saint's purification and prayers have no effect.

Not only that.

Countries with gods that protect them are also beginning to make plans to annex and occupy their lands.

As internal and external troubles intensified, the king, who was absolutely convinced and loyal to the gods, came up with a "wonderful plan."

Capture the young man who appeared at the door of the temple at an unknown time and offer it to the gods as a sacrifice.

They need the most perfect sacrificial event.

When the blood dyes the altar red, the god who has been sleeping for too long will finally open his eyes and take a good look at the existence of these believers.

Arrange the plot to this point in your mind.

Yan Feng collected his thoughts.

Without any further explanation, he asked the red panda: [Gungun, isn’t the identity of my world a god? But why do I feel more like a sacrifice from this point of view? 】

[Boss, don’t be nervous. In essence, you are a god. I have already adjusted this setting for you. There will be no problem. 】

The red panda answered firmly.

Then, without giving Yan Feng a chance to get angry, he continued to explain: [As for your current situation, it has nothing to do with our settings. It's just that the humans in this world are blind and they don't realize that you are a god. 】

Yan Feng:......

This explanation is very good.

But no matter which angle you listen to it, it is not far-fetched.

After all, he has clearly seen the setting in the plot.

The boy is just a poor orphan.

There is no divine soul.

Therefore, death on the altar is also despair without any reversal.

But it's different now.

Since Gungun thoughtfully upgraded his soul status, he has the ability to definitely protect himself. As for everything that follows, he has his own plans.

Yan Feng thought.

The door to his room was also pushed open from the outside.

The person who walked in was not the person he was expecting, but a thin, delicate and beautiful girl.

Long black hair, eyes as bright as obsidian.

After just one glance, Yan Feng was sure that this was the heroine in this story and the chief saint in this temple, named Luo Ling.

When she saw Yan Feng waking up, Luo Ling was stunned for a moment, and then ran to Yan Feng's side as quickly as possible.

He reached out and tapped the chains that locked Yan Feng, and the chains automatically untied and fell off.

The girl's voice was a little anxious. She said: "Sorry, the order from the palace just now said that you should be used as a sacrifice to be given to the gods during the festival next month. I didn't want you to do this when I rescued you. This kind of thing. So run away, before the priest comes back, you..."

Not finished.

A huge pressure has spread into the entire room from the door.

There is magic in this world.

So Yan Feng also knew that this was when the top magician released his pressure and simply used his breath to force everyone to fear and obey.

Of course, this coercion has no effect on him.

But the girl who had just held Yan Feng's finger loosened her finger because of the pressure, and trembled and curled up on the ground.

Yan Feng looked up again.

Finally I saw that familiar figure appearing at the door.

Wearing a pure black priest's robe, his face was expressionless, and his eyes only had a chilling indifference.

Staring in the girl's direction, he said: "Holy girl, if you let him go, do you intend to serve as a sacrifice for him and dedicate yourself to the gods?"