God forbids me to fall in love

In the days that followed, Moen and Vernes went all the way south.

They passed a small town three days later, intending to rest there for a while, and exchange some resources with the gold coins that they finally found in the cracks in their hometown.

However, when he walked to the square, he encountered a shocking scene.

The crowd gathered together, waving torches, and glared at the man tied to the stake in the square.

"Heretic, heretic! Let us burn him to death and purify his dirty and evil soul with fire!" The people shouted, and everyone's expression looked so crazy.

The fire was ignited, and it burned up in an instant, countless sparks flew, and thick smoke billowed up.

Moen didn't know where this cruel scene came from. He hadn't grabbed the passer-by to ask a question, but the middle-aged man who was tied up raised his head, laughed three times, and shouted to the sky: "I am grateful for this disaster, which woke me up from my dream. Looking at this group of stupid silkworms, they thought they were deeply loved and protected by God. I lamented their pity, how pitiful, Pitiful!"

What he said was simply challenging everyone's bottom line. Before he finished speaking, someone threw a torch in his hand onto the burning fire, and the flames suddenly rose even higher, quickly killing the entire human figure. disappeared.

"Clog my throat, even strangle it, I still want to say, God doesn't love the world! Create a disaster, then take it away, create a war, and then calm it down, you call this salvation, I think it is a shit ! The only thing that can save people is man himself..."

His sad and angry face loomed in the sea of ​​flames, and finally, after roaring out the shocking words with a hoarse voice, he was completely engulfed by the flames.

What was put back into the ear was only weak whimpering and howling that came to an abrupt end.

Moen heard the crackling of sparks, the sound of everyone applauding, and they chanted in unison, "Master Yemiga is the truth of all things! Those who violate the truth will be punished with death!", his back couldn't help but shudder. In a cold sweat.

He realized with horror that the world was sick.

A man was burned alive in his presence for disrespect to God.

In the past, people had many beliefs, and no one cared whether your beliefs were noble or not.

No one would accuse believers who are different from him from the standpoint that the god they believe in is the Lord of All, let alone directly and cruelly destroy this existence.

But half a month has passed, and the world has changed drastically.

A group of sick believers are reveling in the way of burning other people's lives.

Moen involuntarily squeezed to the side until it was close to Vernes' body.

The feeling of suffocation was somewhat relieved, he grasped the driftwood like a drowning person, and only now grabbed the front of his chest and took two deep breaths.

"It's wrong."

Moen raised his head and saw Vernes frowning, with clearly visible disappointment and pity in his eyes.

After God said these four words, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and within a minute, the torrential rain had already poured down.

The ever-burning fire was extinguished by the rain, leaving only charred wood and an inhuman corpse, showing that a tragedy had happened here.

The crowd was drenched in heavy rain, and they were stunned for a while.

Until a person raised his hand and shouted: "The sudden heavy rain is not because the magnanimous and great god chooses to forgive, but because this person's soul is too dirty, the purification is terminated, but the evil soul is finally eliminated!"

So the others repeated the words one by one in the heavy rain. They were convinced, with firm smiles on their faces.

It's raining harder.

Moen left with Vernes in silence.

Their whole bodies were soaked, and they found a hotel in the small town to rest all night, and they didn't leave until the rain stopped the next day.

This incident became a knot in Moen's heart.

After seven full days of darkness, he no longer had that weird dream of meeting the Oneiroi again.

After witnessing the burning of people in the square, the nightmare began to be relayed by this incident.

Every dream is slightly different, sometimes it is the words spoken by everyone, and sometimes it is the speed at which the flame burns.

The same thing is, each time, Moen in the dream appeared on the scene earlier, stood up in time to stop the burning of the flames, and saved a life from passing away.

His subconscious is using this method to relieve his regret and regret.

in this useless way.

About ten days later, Moen and the others came to a river without a bridge.

The river water is very clear and shallow, and you can see all kinds of pebbles at the bottom of the river at a glance.

Although there is no bridge, there are many large stones in the middle of the river, and the whole river is not wide. There are about two or three meters, which is the distance of five or six stones. It is too easy to walk over them. .

Moen was in disbelief, and Vernes stood aside in surprise, and said hesitantly, "Yongdu River is indeed here."

It turned out that the road to send God back to heaven was not as difficult as he imagined.

Moen's heavy heart has eased, and he excitedly followed Vilnes' footsteps and set foot on the first stone.

The water was cold and the surface of the stones was slippery.

Moen was unprepared and accidentally staggered, but the river itself was very shallow, so he believed that it would be safe for him to wade directly across the river.

Vernes turned around and stretched out his hand, as if to give him a hand.

Moen excitedly led him up. Although he didn't feel that he needed to be led, it was naturally good to be in touch with God.

However, in the next second, a cruel and evil smile appeared on the handsome face of the god, which was an expression that the gentle god had never had before.

Then he pulled Moen's arm severely, and then let go of his hand mercilessly.

"You..." Moen didn't even have time to be astonished, he was thrown off balance by this blow, and fell forward.

The river water, which was obviously not as high as his calf, suddenly surged up overwhelmingly. The suffocation feeling was completely similar to the last time he fell into the icy lake. Moen raised his body, thinking that he would sink into this extremely shallow river bottom so ridiculously. , and can't stand up.

The river water poured into his internal organs through his seven orifices.

...It's so painful, how could the gods treat him like this.

Did the gods want to kill him?

This is impossible.

Moen's consciousness flashed suddenly, and when he regained consciousness, he was standing on the shore—he hadn't stepped on the stone at all.

How is this going?

"Moen?"

Vernes walked to the first step of stones, he turned his head, his platinum-blonde hair raised slightly, the sunlight came down from behind him, and hit the sparkling water, leaving a shadow in Moen's heart.

"What's wrong?" God asked.

He stretched out his hand to Moen, his fingers were slender and white, attracting Moen to hand over his hand.

But the hallucination just now came inexplicably, and the feeling of dying was too real. Now Moen's heartbeat is still extremely fast.

He was stunned for a while, and didn't choose to pull it up directly, but showed embarrassment, and said, "I just saw myself drowning in this piece of water... Maybe it's not as simple as it seems."

His original intention was to remind the gods to be cautious, but he didn't expect Vernes to back away immediately after hearing the words.

"That's it, it's so dangerous, let's not cross the river, okay?" God returned to the shore, walked over and stood in front of Moen.

For some reason, Moen felt that the other party's tone was indescribably weird, sticky, and somewhat ambiguous that made people blush and heartbeat.

"How can this be done? I will send you back to the kingdom of heaven." Moen raised the back of his hand and pressed his inexplicably hot cheeks, denying repeatedly.

"Why? What if I said, I just want to be an ordinary person and be with you forever...?"

Vernes directly grabbed Moen's hand and placed it on his chest.

There was a sly smile in his eyes, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was extremely light.

"Huh? Moen, don't you like me?" He lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, leaning close to Moen's ear, and even intentionally let his lips and teeth rub against Moen's as if nothing. ear.

"That's what your eyes tell me, you like me, you adore me."

"..." Moen used his toes to figure out that something was wrong.

It is impossible for his gods to do such frivolous things and say such outrageous words in this life.

But he shamefully didn't want to push people away.

"Moen, what's the point of becoming a god? It's better to be happy with you..."

Vernes chuckled twice, gradually raised his hand to wrap Moen in his arms ambiguously, lowered his head, and got closer and closer.

Seeing that the tips of their noses were about to meet, Moen suddenly squatted down and got out of the embrace.

"no!"

Panting heavily, he sat on the ground and crawled back.

This move exhausted all his self-control, and it was even more exhausting than the last time he was suffocated.

The lightly picked Vilnes put away his smiling face and looked at him condescendingly.

"Hypocrisy. You obviously want to be kissed, don't you? You obviously want to be intimate with me in your dreams. What are you pretending at this time?"

Moen's heart trembled, and then he burst into a rage.

It is really unforgivable for this impostor to say such things with the appearance of a god, ruining the noble and reserved image of his family's god.

He got up from the ground with clenched fists, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "I like the deity, even if I want to be kissed, I will be kissed by the real god, no matter how bad it is, I will not make fun of you as a counterfeit!"

His words resounded throughout the space, and the whole area fell silent for an instant, and the impostor was also speechless under his firm will, and it took a while to continue speaking.

He said, "...Moen?"

Moen shuddered, let go of his clenched hands, and lowered his head in a trance.

The cold river water flowed under his feet, covered his calves and receded, irritating his skin with goosebumps.

He was clearly standing on the second stone in the river.

And God was standing on the other side watching him with some confusion.

"You say... what kiss?" God asked.

Moen: "..."