God forbids me to fall in love

The next night, Moen was praying.

"Dear god Vernes..."

As soon as the words were said here, a burst of extremely dazzling white light suddenly burst out in the attic, and the room was as bright as day.

Moen's half-written manuscript stopped in shock. He tentatively opened his eyes, stared in disbelief at the god who came again after three months, and pinched his thigh fiercely.

The pain hit, he was obviously not dreaming.

Realizing that he always seemed to be showing such a stupid look in front of the gods, Moen put away his startled jaw and tried to make himself look calm and wise. He said with a trembling voice, "You..." Why did you come? !

Sure enough, he still couldn't calm down. No matter how many times he saw this handsome face, he still couldn't get used to the intuitive impact.

"Believer, I heard your prayer." Vernes' demeanor was very cold, and he was still a daunting high mountain flower.

Although his voice and face are so gentle, it can be seen from the fact that he directly intercepted the words that Moen just uttered, that God also has some toughness under gentleness.

Moen swallowed his saliva and waited for the next one. While feeling extremely flattered, he also felt unavoidably ashamed—has God heard his daily account?

"You..." Vernes's eyes moved, and the words dragged on for a long time, as if he was thinking about what to say, "Tell me your wish, and I will make your wish come true."

"Didn't you say that there is no one who can bless me?" Moen knelt on the ground and raised his head, blurting out the question. After he finished speaking, he felt that the words seemed ambiguous.

"...you think I'm useless?"

Vernes's expression didn't change much, his tone was normal, and there was even a gentle and motionless smile on his face.

But Moen shuddered involuntarily, and he waved his hands wildly, "How could it be?! It's just, does this bother you?"

Vernes didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Moen blinked in a panic, and quickly lowered his head. He naturally understood that the gods were silently urging him, and immediately said, "I hope this batch of lambs can be sold for a good price."

This is indeed his most urgent wish recently, because his uncle promised that as long as the target amount is reached, he will have a bigger room, that is, a bigger temple.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a white light seem to flow in the small space in the attic, lingering around his head for a while, and flew out through the crack of the door.

Then Vernes spread his hands leisurely, and a familiar halo condensed in them. He turned his head and looked over, as if he was checking.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Moen vaguely saw the light cluster expanding.

Moen couldn't help being very embarrassed. Was his "love heart" taken out by God and publicly executed?

The god smiled slightly at the bright red power of faith, and seemed very satisfied.

In the next second, his figure began to be covered by white light, and gradually disappeared from Moen's room.

"Will you come here again this winter?" Moen didn't know where he got the courage, and asked beyond the bounds.

Seeing that the gods were gradually disappearing, he became a little anxious, and couldn't help but increase the volume. He had long forgotten that his uncle's family was still downstairs.

Of course, he did not wait for God's answer.

The whole room has been quickly restored to its original appearance, and the dim candle lights reflect Moen's shadow on the rough walls, perfectly interpreting the word "alone".

As if everything just now was just an illusion and never happened.

"What are you calling for? Moen, are you crazy?" Tommy questioned from downstairs.

Moen wanted to respond a few words, but heard a "click".

He breathed lightly, pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and looked down to see a silver-white pebble falling on the raised floor at the corner of the bed.

It was clearly not there before.

He knelt down and pinched it carefully, and saw a word engraved on it

"meeting."

Moen's heart beat faster involuntarily. He rubbed the sunken word print with one hand, and patted his hot face with the other, with the corners of his mouth crazily raised.

"Wilnes, have you gone to the human world?" Yemijia greeted with a smile.

He was standing outside his temple, staring at Vernes who was coming from the entrance of the kingdom of heaven. Seeing the obviously larger power of faith beside him, he silently squeezed his fingers tucked into his sleeves.

Vernes nodded slightly, without stopping.

Yemijia waited until the person left, put away the expression on his face, stretched out his hand to the air, and grabbed a handful of clouds.

He frowned and said to Yunwu: "Vernes is going to recruit believers again, I think we have to get nervous, you and I join forces, how about it?"

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, and the cloud and mist floated up leisurely, flying towards the temple of the God of War, Otenupo.

Yemijia stood there for a while, and said to himself, "We are just protecting ourselves, that's all."

He did not forget the words spoken by the God of Wisdom Fran Ido with the power of prophecy before his fall

"I see the kingdom of heaven fall, Vernes will open the gates of the abyss."

After the worried goddess finished speaking, she fell down forever and became the nourishment under the tree of God.

There were three gods present at that time, besides him and Otenubo, and Franjdo's best friend, Narovira the Dream God.

They all witnessed Francois' death with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears.

With a gloomy expression, Yemijia looked up at the towering green sacred tree in the distance, then turned and walked back to the temple.

On the other end, Vilnes held the double-sized "red ball" in both hands, and kept pinching it like rolling dough.

There was a huge "mirror" in front of him, and when he got closer, it was just a strange pool of water, and what was reflected in it turned out to be the scene of the mortal world.

In the center of the picture is a dimly lit small attic with a person lying flat on the bed, sleeping.

Vernes took a closer look, and saw that the man was putting his hand on his chest, holding a silver-white pebble in his palm.

He stroked the bright power of faith happily, and faintly came to the conclusion that human beings need to meet frequently to maintain love.

The god stretched out a finger and lightly touched the head of the villain in the pool, and there were circles and circles of ripples on it.

In the next second, I saw that the villain inside raised his hand and scratched his face, and opened his sleepy eyes in confusion.

Vernes froze for a moment, waved his hand as if guilty of guilt, and the pool was closed.

……

In a flash, another two months passed.The lambs were in excellent condition, healthy and fat, and the wool was smooth and smooth, and of good texture, and were sold at an unprecedentedly high price.

"My God, I am blessed by the great goddess Loamina!" Uncle sighed excitedly while counting the money with spit on his face.

Moen stood aside to help with the calculations, and silently added in his heart when he heard his uncle's words: Blessed by the great Vilnes god!

Uncle is already so beautiful that he doesn't know what the world is. He thought that it must be blessed by the goddess in June to have such a beautiful thing.

But Moen firmly believed that his god must have fulfilled his wish.

"Buy! Buy that house in the town!" Uncle shouted happily.

"This... we don't save money?" Aunt hesitated a little. She fell on the street two days ago and unfortunately sprained her foot. She was recuperating on her back in a chair with her legs dangling.

"Why are you hesitating? Seeing that we are going to NO.12, the house in the town is so convenient to go to the temple, can't we catch up with a good location! Can't we thank the goddess!" Uncle blew his beard and stared, "I've decided, This is not spending money indiscriminately, investing, do you understand investing? Hahahahaha."

He covered his mouth and snickered again as he spoke.

Moen pursed his lips and laughed, fantasizing about the ever-expanding scale of the temple in his mind.

At this time, the uncle suddenly took his hand.

"Moen, you are the one who raised the sheep, and you owe a lot... We were a little prejudiced against you before, but I think Goddess Loamina is clearly willing to forgive you, a child, otherwise she wouldn't have given her blessings. Give this batch of lambs so that you can raise them well."

The uncle looked into his eyes and said in a benevolent tone: "We have decided to allow you to come and worship the goddess together. This time the god descends to the sun, you can come with us! Your aunt will definitely not be able to go with this appearance. You have to take up the absent share of our family! The more people there are, the higher the probability of being selected."

In his uncle's eyes, this was a great blessing, but Moen felt struck by lightning.

He already has faith, and he is going to stay in his room alone with the gods for the long-awaited sundown!

He didn't want to be crowded into a temple with a group of fanatical believers at all, expecting God's one-of-a-kind favor in the pain of being trampled countless times.