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

According to the background of the story previously transmitted by the red panda, Yan Feng also knew about this world and the identity and status of his god.

He is what Luo Ling calls the "high priest."

He is also the actual person in power in this temple.

In this kind of world where gods exist, the prestige of the church is already very high. The status of the high priest in the country is equal to that of the king, and sometimes it can even surpass the king.

The duty of the saint is like the mascot of the church.

When there is an infestation by monsters, they have to rush to the front line to use their own abilities to purify the environment. The source of their abilities is their pure and beautiful hearts, so even if they are infested by monsters and die during the purification process, the saints still feel that this is the case. It is their glory, and they will continue to do so without hesitation.

Yan Feng couldn't understand this kind of mentality.

But he could feel that the saint in front of him was indeed the embodiment of "goodwill".

She believes in God.

What is believable is the pure and flawless god in the story who protects everything.

Therefore, whether it is in the story or now, the saint cannot accept the method of sacrifice proposed by the king calmly.

Therefore, facing the high priest's coercive question, Luo Ling felt so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe, but she still gritted her teeth and answered with her eyes wide open: "I will go for him."

Because man was the temple she brought back from the beginning.

If her behavior is the culprit of Yan Feng's future misery, she is willing to take the responsibility for the despair that will happen next.

she does not mind.

But the problem is that she doesn't mind, and both Yan Feng and the high priest do.

Afraid that he would be kicked out of the temple like this, Yan Feng opened his mouth and was about to say that he did not need a saint to die on his behalf.

As a result, before the words were spoken, the pressure released by the high priest was a little stronger than before.

The mood was decidedly more dissatisfied.

Those eyes filled with indifference also revealed a bit more chill.

He said word by word: "Holy girl, I need to remind you that you are not worthy of being a sacrifice."

Not everyone can make sacrifices.

Just like the king said.

This young man fell from the sky and was not stained by dust.

Coupled with the beauty that humans basically don't have, no matter from which angle you look at it, it is definitely not what humans should look like.

Since it is neither a human being nor a god, it must be a sacrifice sent from heaven and something that should be returned to heaven.

This is the answer given by the king.

The high priest also had no objection.

So from this perspective, the saint who has been determined to be human in nature is indeed not qualified to be a sacrifice.

Looking hard into the eyes of the high priest, Luo Ling wanted to say something else.

But she was not given a chance to plead.

The high priest had already called someone over and dragged the saint out of the room.

When she went out, Yan Feng clearly heard her shouting:

"The gods are not the kind of beings who need sacrifices!"

"It is a holy god who exists for protection!"

"You are violating the oracle by using human sacrifices!"

"Lord God, he won't be happy!"

Yan Feng didn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

It seemed to be cursing the high priest and king who insisted on going their own way.

But all those sounds were blocked outside the door panel.

If you are far away, you can hardly hear it.

...

It was only then that the high priest, who was originally indifferent, restrained his pressure.

Looking down at Yan Feng next to him condescendingly, he said in a cold voice: "Did that nosy woman just now tell you about the royal family's arrangements?"

Problem exit.

Without waiting for Yan Feng to answer, the man chuckled again.

His expression softened, but his tone remained indifferent, and he said: "But it doesn't matter whether you said it or not. If you can't understand the conversation we just had, you are really stupid."

This is actually true.

After all, he even talked about dying as a substitute.

That definitely proves that someone is going to die.

Yan Feng thought about it.

Then nodded.

Blinking, those aqua blue eyes met the high priest's eyes.

There was a hint of panic in him.

It's like a small animal that has been persecuted by humans, looking at other humans in fear.

Maintaining that aggrieved look, he asked the high priest: "Are you...sure you want to use me as a sacrifice? Kill me and give me to the gods?"

Yan Feng asked timidly.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes, and he was almost ready to shed tears.

When seeing this scene, the high priest, who originally thought he had made a decision, felt his heart suddenly tighten.

Damn.

If I had known, I would have taken a look at what this sacrifice looked like before making a decision.

Although I heard that she is very beautiful.

But no one told him that the sacrifice had such eyes.

It's like it can capture people's souls.

If he looks at her twice, who else can say that he wants to be sacrificed?

He swallowed hard.

The high priest lowered his head and did not dare to look into Yan Feng's eyes.

He must not give in on this matter.

After all, this is the biggest event related to his own future and the future of this country.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Feng became uneasy.

Reaching out and tugging at the man's wide sleeves, Yan Feng said, "My name is Yan Feng, what's your name?"

The man gritted his teeth.

Trying to control the emotions surging in his heart, he replied stiffly: "Do I need to exchange names with a dying person?"

He talks a little bit hard.

But Yan Feng didn't mind.

Instead, he answered with a smile and said: "I think it is necessary. After all, I am a very important sacrifice. If you ignore me and cause me to be in a bad mood and end up depressed before the festival begins, all The blame for this all falls on you."

Hearing his words, the man who had lowered his head and looked away suddenly raised his head.

Scarlet eyes met Yan Feng's eyes.

It is filled with incomprehensible doubts.

There was also surprise in his voice as he said, "Are you threatening me?"

"How can it be said to be a threat?" Yan Feng explained to him seriously: "I'm just telling you a fact. If you don't want to believe it, you can try it. However, if I die in depression, you……"

"Huan Chenzhi."

It seemed to be to prevent Yan Feng from continuing.

The man finally relented and told Yan Feng his name.

Just three simple words.

Yan Feng immediately smiled even more happily.

And he was even bolder than before. He reached out and hugged Huan Chenzhi's lean waist, and said with bright eyes: "Okay, you have satisfied my first request, now I want to make the second one." Yes. I have never kissed anyone in my life. You are pretty good-looking. Can you kiss me?"