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

There were no problems with the previous assessments on witchcraft theory and practice, but who would have thought that the third assessment would involve praying to God.

This spell is very simple and not difficult to cast as long as you have faith in God.

But it is difficult to use it well. As the name suggests, one must have a devout faith in order to bloom a moonflower made of light in the palm of your hand.

The brighter the light of the moonflower is, the more devout your faith in God is.

No one knows what the assessment items will be before entering the examination room.

Different from the other students who looked relieved.

The moment Song Shutong learned the test questions from Master Feng, his heart suddenly tightened.

Wakakakaka, not to mention that the control made her perform too well, it was even a question whether she could perform this technique.

Song Shutong looked calm, but he was howling madly in his heart.

As a servant of God but she has no faith in God, she will definitely be hung up and beaten!!!

Maybe they would label her a pagan.

Thinking of the execution of heretics she had seen, her originally rosy lips turned pale unconsciously.

Chen Miaoyi noticed that Song Shutong's face was as pale as gold paper, and spoke awkwardly to comfort him.

"Don't be too nervous. This technique is very simple. And the Venerable has also said that the Son of God selects people based on his personal impression."

The villain in Song Shutong's heart was gushing out wide noodles, and he spoke in a dry voice.

"It's not that simple, what if someone doesn't use it?"

After hearing what Song Shutong said, Chen Miaoyi raised her long eyebrows, and a look of sudden realization appeared on her cold face.

"If you find someone you don't like, I can challenge her to a duel."

Song Shutong choked and was completely speechless.

Just as the test was about to begin, purple and pink butterflies fluttered in from outside.

Song Shutong followed the movements of directing the butterfly and knelt on the moon-white kneeling cushion embroidered with osmanthus flowers.

Keep your legs together and your back straight.

Lord Feng shook the bell in his hand, attracting everyone's attention.

She looked a little tired when she smiled, and her carpet-like hair seemed to weigh her down.

"Gentlemen, let's get started."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone except Song Shutong began to form seals, and their movements were so fast that they even created a small wind.

Song Shutong maintained an innocent smile, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped his hands, first his right hand and then his left hand.

She had a shadow over this prayer.

Like all children in aristocratic families, the first skill he learned was the prayer spell.

She no longer remembered what the result was. She only remembered that she had only eaten one wild pear that was secretly stuffed into her by the maid for three days.

After that, she tried secretly many times, but the light was always very weak, and it couldn't even be seen as a flower. The older she got, the less useful it became.

Song Shutong didn't move for a long time. Master Feng looked at her, tilted his round head, and seemed a little confused.

She smiled back weakly, knowing that she couldn't escape.

Take a deep breath and get ready to begin.

Just then, the bell rang again.

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling...

Song Shutong's first reaction was that he was too slow and had wasted the test time.

But the fragrance she smelled the next second made her give up the idea.

It’s Rong Xuan, he’s here.

She didn't look back, she could only feel the ringing sound getting closer and closer to her.

The skin on her back felt strange and even her throat felt a little dry.

When Song Shutong folded her handkerchief and put it back into her sleeve, Rong Xuan happened to brush past her.

A strand of cool hair gently brushed against the back of her hand, and a small flower in his hair inadvertently fell into her palm.

The venerables on the stage couldn't help but reveal expressions of shock when they saw this scene.

How could this be? The Moonflower is not an ordinary flower that withers with the seasons, but a spiritual plant that is the companion of the Son of God.

He actually stopped for such an insignificant divine servant.

Venerable Hua understood in his heart that it seemed that the Son of God had already made his choice.

But even so, the assessment cannot be ended. The venerable on the stage must assign each divine servant to the appropriate temple according to his or her personality.

The light emanating from the surroundings became brighter and brighter, dazzling the eyes, and slowly gathered around Rong Xuan.

Song Shutong quietly raised his eyes to look at him. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that he was closer to the moon.

He said nothing, but sat elegantly in the empty middle seat.

After paying their respects, the four venerables on the stage moved one step down.

The assessment was still going on, and Song Shutong's heart, which had been beating violently, began to calm down.

Yes, the Son of God himself is here, so what can she do even if she can't even perform it again.

The people on the stage listened to Song Shutong's inner thoughts, and the smile on their lips deepened a little.

Knowing that Song Shutong wouldn't hear it, Rong Xuan still spoke quietly with his lips.

"Don't worry."

After saying this, his eyes narrowed slightly, forming a beautiful curve, like a little fox.

Song Shutong awkwardly formed the seal that had appeared several times in her nightmares.

She had already prepared herself to make excuses, but what she never expected was this.

She just made a preliminary move, and the energy that was previously difficult to control gathered at her fingertips.

Song Shutong looked at the light that appeared at his fingertips, his eyes widened slightly, but they returned to normal in just a moment.

After her inner worries disappeared, her movements became more agile and light.

After the last movement, a bright and dazzling flower grew in Song Shutong's palm.

The light it emitted was so bright that it was blinding. Song Shutong did not close his eyes immediately and was directly stimulated to shed tears.

*, Song Shutong cursed inwardly, quickly closed his eyes, closed his palms, and ended the spell.

Seeing Song Shutong's flustered look, Rong Xuan put away the smile on his face, but his golden pupils showed unconcealed joy.

Song Shutong was the last one to cast a spell, and her finishing it meant the end of this assessment.

She quietly touched the little flower that she had just hidden in her handkerchief, with tears in her eyes.

Lord Feng glanced at Rong Xuan. She couldn't overstep her authority until he showed that he didn't want to comment.

It was his style to come up at the halftime, but when it was his turn to speak, he did not close his eyes as he did before, but instead gave his comments directly.

He looked at Song Shutong: "You are excellent, the best, don't panic."

There was no smile on his face when he said this, like a holy snow lotus. But if you look closely at his eyes, you can find that his eyes, which were always lonely in the past, are now like the water that has just melted on the Tianchi Lake.

He praised for a very short time and his words were not warm, but he could feel his seriousness, which made Song Shutong very uncomfortable.

She received too little praise in her limited life.

So when praise came, she instinctively felt uncomfortable.