Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

At this time on Mount Tsukimi, the brilliant color painted this vast and lush holy mountain like a ravine on the moon.

There was silence in the Yaoguang Palace; even the sound of wind blowing through the gauze curtains could be heard.

God's believers pray devoutly under the moon, chanting the magical scriptures in their hearts.

The god who was supposed to sit on the high platform and accept offerings from believers had long disappeared.

A young wizard looked at the empty platform and whispered to his companion.

"Gu Ze, Master Shenzi is not here again, so is it still useful for us to pray like this? Can devout prayers really increase Master's power?"

When Gu Ze heard his companion's words, he glanced towards the first row secretly, and his always calm face couldn't help but reveal a bit of helplessness.

How could Jianqing be so confident that he thought the Lord Wuzhu couldn't hear their conversation?

It would be fine if he said those unimportant things normally, but since Qing is still young, Master Wuzhu wouldn't take it to heart, so how could he dare to say such things?

Jian Qing didn't get any hint from Gu Ze's silence, so he continued talking when he saw that he didn't respond.

"This time, Lord Shenzi is really amazing. He actually randomly picked people from the name cards. I don't know what kind of people he will recruit."

He finished speaking, and when he saw that Gu Ze didn't reply, he was about to touch him, but he saw his body suddenly move outward uncontrollably.

He suddenly became anxious and quickly turned his head towards the witch, wanting to ask him to save him.

But his lips were tightly closed.

The shaman did not turn around. During the brief pause in the ritual music, he spoke in a calm and gentle tone.

“Since you can’t calm down and pray, go outside and bask in the moonlight. The power of the moon will help your soul return to harmony.

It will guide you to walk in the spiritual world. As for late meals, they are unnecessary until your mind is at peace. "

Gu Ze didn't even dare to look at Qing. He only saw him from his shadow walking out of the Yaoguang Palace like a puppet.

Just when Jian Qing was so hungry that he wanted to eat the orchids in the room, Song Shutong had already instructed the maid to grill 30 skewers of lamb for him.

The moon was high in the sky, and according to the rules of the Song Mansion, it was already time for Song Shutong to wash and dress.

But the biggest benefit that this identity as a potential divine servant brings to her is that no one in the Song Mansion will want to go against her will.

Song Shutong thought that he would have to live a life of starvation when he arrived at the holy mountain, so he decided to eat as much as he could while he was at home.

After going up the mountain, her surname will no longer exist.

As long as she can get through the training period smoothly, her family will gain huge benefits, which will cut off all her worldly ties.

Song Shutong thought that her parents had sold her at the best price.

The soft couch scented with vanilla was moved to the side of the lotus pond. When Song Shutong lay on it, there were even butterflies fluttering around it.

A maid fanned her, one massaged her shoulders, and one massaged her legs.

Someone was responsible for grilling the meat, and someone was responsible for delivering the meat to Song Shutong's mouth. In order to prevent her from getting tired of it, the ice basin responsible for making ice was also brought over to freeze the fruit.

The chirping of cicadas and birds is so harmonious that there is no need to play music.

Song Shutong swallowed the meat in his mouth and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Yun'er, I'm going up the mountain. What should I do without you?"

The maid who was massaging Song Shutong's shoulders smiled coquettishly.

"I can't say anything else, but we servants believe in you. No matter where you are, you will definitely take good care of yourself."

Song Shutong took another bite of the ice grapes: "I am afraid that the witches on the mountain are even more powerful than me."

Hearing what Song Shutong said, the maids burst into laughter.

"Miss, no one would call themselves a demon."

Song Shutong said nonchalantly: "It didn't exist before, but it exists now."

At this point, her sigh became even heavier.

"But the best thing to cure in the mountains is the demons."

During the last half month at home, except for the teaching time given by his mother, Song Shutong enjoyed himself to the fullest.

Even if he was reluctant to leave the wealthy life at the foot of the mountain, time had passed, and in another hour Song Shutong would have to go to Yuejian Mountain to gather.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will never see her relatives again as the daughter of the Song family in this life.

Storage magic weapons are so rare that even the Song family doesn’t have many.

But because Song Shutong couldn't bring any luggage with her when she went up the mountain, she had to use two bags to carry her things.

Song Shutong looked at the two bracelets on his hands, which had good water content.

The spiritual energy content in it is sufficient, otherwise it cannot be used as the raw material of magic weapon.

It was still early at this time, but everyone in the Song Mansion gathered at the door.

This is the final ceremony.

It was very plain, no music, no incense.

Song Shutong was not wearing any jewelry except for two bracelets on her right hand, and she was wearing a light blue dress.

Since she was born, she has been greedy for pleasure, loved wealth and immersed in the world of cosmetics.

It was not until this moment that she shed her wealthy surname and became the real Shutong.

Song's father and mother stood in front of Song Shutong, both with happy and excited smiles on their faces, and probably everyone present had the same expression.

Song Shutong stepped out of the gate of the Song Mansion. The golden seal on the door emitted a blazing light, illuminating the door lintel and making the street in front of the door look magnificent.

She had a casual smile on her face and looked gentle and good-tempered.

There was no wind or moon at this time, and Song Shutong didn't know what kind of poetry to use to describe his mood.

Her waist-length hair made her look so thin.

She turned around and looked at her parents and relatives. All the elders were present.

Song Shutong smiled gently and his eyes were clear.

She bowed deeply with her hands clasped together, her hair falling to the ground but not stained by dust.

In the dazzling golden light, she looked noble and awe-inspiring.

This was her last time as a human being rather than a servant of God.

Xie Yun looked at Song Shutong. How could such a young child grow up to this size?

She had been cold and restrained all her life, and had shown little affection for any of her children.

But looking at the skinny child, she spoke unconsciously, with some awkwardness.

"Shutong, take good care of yourself in the mountains and don't lose any more weight."

When Song's father heard this, he immediately wanted to stop his wife. It was too presumptuous to say these words at this moment.

When Song Shutong heard this, he glanced at the numerous seals on the door.

The seal on the door is actually a rune, which helps her complete the final ritual before she leaves.

If she had any attachment in her heart, the door would not be closed the moment she stepped out of the door, leaving her some time to say goodbye.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself. She had originally thought that the door would close as soon as she stepped out of the door.

Song Shutong looked at his mother, the emotions in their similar eyes were still completely different.

The heavy and ancient door finally closed slowly under the influence of the runes.

In the end, there was only a narrow gap left, and the only figure left in Song Shutong's eyes was Xie Yun.

Song Shutong placed her hand on the cold red door, and her voice was as light as a wisp of smoke.

"Mother...my greatest wish was to see you."

Song Shutong closed the last gap, and the weight of the door took all her strength.

From then on, all her relatives were locked behind the door.

She turned and left. It happened to be drizzling, and she didn't bring an umbrella, so she had to walk in the rain.

The golden light on the gate was absorbed by the gate, and this rune would exist on the door for a hundred years.

Just like a hundred years of human life.