God forbids me to fall in love

The gods return to heaven.

They all more or less noticed that there was a little red fire floating around the former loner and idle Vilnes.

Occasionally it was pinched by Vernes, and occasionally floated on his head.

It looks like Vilnius loves the new toy.

The surrounding gods had different expressions on their faces.

Of course they know what it is, the source of their ability to survive.

But none of them would show off the power of faith so swaggeringly.

And how could Vernes have the power of faith?

God Otenubo, who is in charge of war, sneered, and said to Yemiga, who was in charge of disasters beside him: "Look at him, he really has never seen the world."

Vernes brushed their shoulders and walked towards his temple with a cold expression and natural steps.

Otenubo's expression became complicated.

When the figure disappeared completely, he finally stopped hiding his stinky face, and said gloomily: "What's the matter, he obviously doesn't need the power of faith, why did he start recruiting believers? Could it be that he finally has ambitions and wants to let Shuffle the order of the gods!"

This was exactly what he was most afraid of.

Yemijia's brows were also furrowed, and he looked inquiringly at the direction of the Vilnes Temple. After a while, he showed a forced smile and said forcefully: "Hehe, let him bluff around. He won't do anything. Palm, so what if there is the unknown favor of the sacred tree? Human beings have desires, so why believe in him? Right now, there is only one belief, but he treats it like a treasure..."

As he was talking, the breeze from heaven blew over with a green leaf, and the leaf slapped him directly on the left side of the face, like a slap in the face.

Yemijia tilted her head, gritted her teeth and pulled the leaf off her face, leaving a red mark on it.And Cui Ye instantly disappeared into a stream of light.

He hated his teeth itching, but continued to pretend to be calm.

Otenubo wanted to laugh at first, but before the corners of his mouth raised, he realized it. This was the preference from the sacred tree that he hated the most. He immediately felt that even Yemiga's embarrassing appearance was not funny anymore.

The creation of the gods in the kingdom of heaven can be traced back hundreds of millions of years ago.

At that time, the Chuangshi God was tired of governing the order of all things, so he chose to sleep and never wake up, and planted a tree before going to sleep.

After the fruit is ripe, the gods are born from it. They are born to share all things. They do not have the unique divine power of the creator gods. They mainly rely on the power of faith from human beings. The more gods have the power of faith, the stronger their abilities will be.

But when the last fruit on the tree of God was born, there was nothing left to be in charge of in the world, and the God of Luck not only didn't need to "work", but also didn't need the power of people's faith.

Obviously, the first name is Vernes.

"I hope he doesn't want to trample us under our feet." Otenubo didn't realize how humble what he said, he shook his sleeves as if he thought he was very imposing, and separated from Yemiga.

Two preoccupied gods of war and disaster say goodbye at the entrance to the kingdom of heaven.

Vernes may or may not have been aware of the conversations surrounding him.

In short, he didn't want to think about it at all. He was devoting himself to playing with his new toy.

A small group of power of faith flew up and down in his temple, changing into the shape of a rabbit for a while, and a lamb for a while.

From time to time, it flew to his side like a small leather ball, and it bounced high with a pat.

There was a faint smile on Vilnes' face—the joy of a childish god, it's that simple.

And Moen, an ordinary human, naturally didn't know these things, and he was still immersed in the embarrassment of being finally broken by Shinto.

Would God be offended if God knew that he loved him?

He sat on the ground covering his face, thinking over and over again, how good it would be if he acted more naturally at that time.

It's a pity that he was completely stupid. He didn't regain the ability to speak until the god left the world and disappeared from his room before dusk.

With a lot of remorse in his heart, Moen couldn't help but look forward to the winter half a year later, on December [-]th. Will God return at that time?Will it appear in front of him again?

The sound of the uncle's family entering the door came from downstairs, and Moen heard his aunt screaming excitedly, "Oh! I'm so lucky, how could I be so lucky, Tommy, do you think it's real?"

"Of course, mother, we all heard it with our own ears!"

Moen listened for a while, then walked out carefully. He hadn't finished the meal because of the side he met with God just now, so he had to hurry up.

Going down the stairs, I ran into my uncle with a red face. He laughed three times, walked over and patted Moen on the shoulder, and shouted: "Moen, good boy, you must not know, dear Loami Goddess Na blessed our Squire family, and the livestock within three years will be extremely healthy!"

My aunt kept patting her thigh and repeated: "Very lucky, very lucky!"

Moen sincerely congratulated and set off to cook potato soup.The uncle walked around on the spot for a while, then came up to him and said, "You have worked hard all these years, if this batch of lambs can earn this amount, I will arrange a bigger room for you. Move the family to town!"

He stretched out five fingers, his face full of longing for the future.

Moen was also a little excited.

But all he can think about is

The scale of the temple can be enlarged.

During the meal, he started the conversation casually: "Uncle, do you usually pray to the gods, do you need to make any specific preparations? And how do you decide the frequency of prayer?"

Tommy put down the tableware, looked at him warily, and asked, "Hey, Moen, why are you asking this? Don't tell me you're going to pray to the goddess."

Uncle also frowned and looked over. He also had the same questions as Tommy.

Moen quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm just curious."

My aunt was probably in a particularly good mood, and she actually replied: "If you want to say something to the gods at any time, as long as you are pious, the gods will hear you. Today in the temple, it was my piousness that attracted the favor of the goddess! "

She even slammed the spoon aside, crossed her hands under her chin, and once again put on a look of fascination.

Moen then praised his aunt a few words, silently keeping these words in his heart.

So for many days after that, he knelt in his small attic at night, praying to the white strip of cloth.

Sometimes it's not even a prayer, it's just a chanting of ordinary daily life day after day.

such as

"Dear god Vilnes, the autumn harvest is finally over. Your believer Moen ate an egg this morning and took the lambs to graze at the place where we first met. In the afternoon, he passed by Jim's house and heard His teacher gave lectures and benefited a lot. He ate soft fried potatoes and mushroom soup in the evening and just went to take a bath to wash away his fatigue. Today is also a happy day and I wish you all the best. From your devout believer Mo kindness."

Moen knelt on the ground, muttering with his eyes closed.

He knew that God would not hear his nonsense, so he dared to report everything in one go, otherwise he would definitely ponder over the content and become incoherent with embarrassment.

If gods can hear the prayers of believers all the time, wouldn't those gods who are in charge of things be bored to death.

The weather has gradually turned cooler, and it has been more than three months since the day of the gods.At first, Moen "prayed" in this way every night, and it almost became a way for him to keep a diary.

But this week he was busy with the harvest, and he had not prayed to God for seven whole days.

After the report was over, he lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

"...from your devout follower, Moen."

Vernes sat in the empty temple, listened carefully to the end of the last sentence, and pursed his lips.

He held a light red halo in his hand, which was smaller than three months ago, and the color was degrading more and more towards white.

Red is love, yellow is unsatisfied desire, black is dirty use, and white is unsurpassable respect.

It is the most basic respect.

Vernes rubbed the power of faith, lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, what can be seen with the naked eye is that Shenming is obviously not as happy as he was three months ago.

His toys have shrunk.