God forbids me to fall in love

The voice of Young Master Griffin's saliva swallowing was extremely clear, echoing in this silent space, arousing fear in Moen's heart.

His muscles tensed, and he moved back quietly, his eyes fixed on the other person, observing the person's next move.

Intuition reminded him that the current situation seemed a little dangerous.

Should the investigation continue?

Is it too sensitive to be scared off by this inexplicable sentence?

"take it easy."

Young Master Griffin actually smiled. He rubbed the lower half of his face like a cat that just woke up, sniffed, and said strangely: "I'm just praising our honorable son of God. I really like the smell of it. But, what did you ask just now? Why did I appear in the tailor shop?"

Before Moen could answer, he continued to speak: "I am the master, why can't I appear in my shop? As for fainting, I just fell asleep."

His nonchalant attitude and nonchalant tone were unreasonable.

It was not the tone a son of a father whose father had just died would have.

Moen looked at him for two seconds, silently clenched his hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe, and said, "...Can I see your mother? I heard that her condition is not very good, and the God of truth, Ye Mia, It is our duty to bless each and every one of the people.”

In fact, the task has not yet progressed to appease the family members. He should have carefully examined Master Griffin's body, at least to find out where the bleeding port was.

But he really couldn't bear the discomfort of being in the same room with the young master, and he just wanted to see other people as soon as possible, or it would be better to send him away and leave him alone in the room where the corpse was placed.

Originally, I thought the dead body was scary, but when I compared it with the young master who was all wrong, the dry man became pleasing to the eye.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Young Master Griffin shook his head, and suddenly said to Moen, "Master God, are you hungry?"

Then he kept licking his lips, making many sticky saliva sounds in his mouth, and muttering words in his mouth: "Why am I so hungry, why did I just eat... my stomach is still empty?"

Regardless of the content of these words, the tone of his speech alone is very strange.

Every sentence has to turn a few turns, and the ending sound rises up, which can be called singing.

I have never heard that the young master of the Griffin family has a mental illness.

Moen recited "May the God of Truth bless" silently in his heart, and walked towards the door calmly.

"Then you'd better eat first. This matter is tricky, and I'm afraid I can't investigate it clearly by myself..."

He was talking and preparing to leave, but there was a startled laugh behind him

"Hahahahaha, eat, eat! You are right, I am just hungry for too long, so what if I have another meal?"

This creepy laughter sounded half a meter away from Moen, and he could even feel the heat of his breath on his neck.

Not only that, but the other party seemed to be flapping his arms on both sides of his body, just like the movement of a bird flapping its wings, there was a "fluttering" movement.

The young master was clearly standing four or five steps away from Moen just now, but he stood behind him in an instant.

Following his words, there were a few passionate birdsongs in the room. It turned out that there was a gray-yellow nightingale standing on the window sill.

Its eyes were also staring at Moen.

But Moen no longer had the energy to pay attention, and he was ready to escape regardless when he heard the other party start laughing.

However, the people behind him moved faster than him, and even rushed to Moen from behind, closed the door firmly first, and then leaned against the door to block the way.

"Don't rush away, I like you so much, how can it be so fragrant, how can it be so charming!" He smiled foolishly, sniffing the smell in the air intoxicatedly, looking at Moen's face It's almost drooling.

What was more exciting than him was the nightingale on the windowsill, flying up and down in the room non-stop, and kept making melodious calls.

Moen's scalp was numb, but he still pretended to be calm. He scolded with a cold face, "Mr. Griffin, do you want to be punished by the God of Truth?! Please stop making such jokes!"

The bird circled around his body, chirping non-stop, and Moen raised his hand to wave the bird away, trying to get out.

Now the opponent's state is too dangerous, I can't stay here blindly to deal with him, I still have to leave quickly, and then report the strange behavior of Young Master Griffin.

Obviously his abnormal behavior is inseparable from his father's death.

At this time, a black bird suddenly flew in from the window. Its figure was extremely fast, and only a black shadow remained in the air. In the next second, it had already pecked Nightingale's eyes.

"Chirp—"

The two birds fought together, or in other words, it was the unilateral slaughter of the nightingale by the black bird.

Moen was startled at first. After he took a closer look, the dirty black bird's leg was still tied with the cloth strip he changed the day before.

This "big hero" who suddenly appeared was clearly Xiao Hei who had just left him in the morning!

The room was filled with shrill, piercing cries, from men as well as from birds.

Young Master Griffin flew frantically to the center of the room the second second Xiao Hei was fighting with Nightingale, and he no longer cared about Moen, but yelled like crazy: "Don't hit it, give it to me!" I'm going to get out of here! It hurts, it hurts! I don't dare anymore, I don't want to eat!"

Moen froze for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to unlock the door, and shouted anxiously, "Xiao Hei!" Seeing that the black bird stopped "fighting" following his call, he quickly ran away with both people and birds.

The moment before he closed the door behind him, he saw Young Master Griffin curled up on the ground in the room, rolling all over the ground with Nightingale holding him in his arms.

It was obvious that Xiao Hei only pecked the nightingale, but he seemed to empathize with it.

Until they were five meters away from the house, they could still hear the other party's wailing resounding across the sky.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sun was warm and bright, but Moen's back felt chills intermittently.

Along the way, he didn't respond to anyone who greeted him, but just led Xiao Hei back to the church without stopping for a moment.

It wasn't until he saw the familiar building he had lived in for 20 years that his heart finally returned to his stomach.

"Thank you." He held Xiao Hei's body in his hands, and stretched out his hand to stroke that fluffy head, feeling deeply moved.

At the same time, he also felt very distressed, because there were many more scars on Xiao Hei's body, and he was much more embarrassed than before he left in the morning.

I thought that Xiao Hei had the upper hand in the fight with the other bird, because the scene at that time could be seen as it playing with the two "master and servant", but Xiao Hei was also injured.

Was it counterattacked by Nightingale, or did something happen during the time away from him?

If it wasn't for Xiao Hei, he might have been trapped there.

Moen's eyes were full of pity, and he just wanted to bandage the bird right away, but it was not a suitable occasion for one person and one bird to be tender, so he had to report the situation to the priest quickly.

After all, Young Master Griffin looks crazy, what if he breaks out of the house, or hurts his mother in an unconscious state...

In short, we must quickly contact the hand to control him.

This cannot be done by the Son of God, and the priest needs to decide whether to send a strong man.

Thinking of this, Moen stretched out his hand to guide Xiao Hei back to his room.

This bird is very psychic and knows how to rescue its owner, so it can understand simple instructions.

"Master Moen! You are back." McKim was squatting on the gravel road in the courtyard to assist the Son of God with his affairs, when he saw Moen from a distance, he immediately greeted him cheerfully.

The Son of God who was burning taboo books next to McKim also raised his head when he heard the sound, it turned out to be Percy.

It seems that his health has improved a little.

Patsy nodded at Moen, and then quickly lowered his head, as if he was escaping from something.

Moen responded with a pale smile, and hurried to the priest's room in the main hall without stopping.

He knocked on the door respectfully, and walked in after hearing the voice of approval from inside.

The priest is actually only in his forties. Ten years ago, he was still very young. After the son of God took up the position of priest, perhaps there were too many things for him to deal with, and his old state was revealed very quickly under the exhaustion of his mind and body. , the hair has been prematurely dyed silver.

He was the son of God who had touched Moen's palm when he was young, and later became a priest of the branch church. It can be said that he watched Moen grow up, and he was the most respected elder of Moen.

"Master Priest, please forgive me for failing to live up to the guidance of the gods and failing to complete the task you entrusted..."

After Moen entered, he knelt down directly on the ground. With his head down, he narrated his entire experience from the moment he entered the door, focusing on the appearance of the corpse and the weirdness of the young master.

The priest listened quietly the whole time, nodding his head from time to time, and finally he said in a deep voice, "Good boy, thank you for your hard work. I understand the matter, you should go back first."

He did not immediately issue any new instructions, nor did he criticize Moen for being useless, nor did he express any opinions.

Moen pursed his lips, feeling a little anxious in his heart, but still obediently complied, and then backed out.

He returned to his room, and Xiao Hei immediately flew to his side.

"Thank you, Xiao Hei. You saved me." Moen held the bird in front of his eyes, touched its head with his forehead, and thanked solemnly again.

"Chirp."

"Where did you go? I thought you didn't want to stay here anymore." While speaking, Moen prepared to take out the things he had used to treat its wounds.

He knew that his behavior of speaking to this bird was rather unbelievable, but Xiao Hei was not an ordinary bird, he always felt that it could understand what he was talking about.

But now, the two black bean eyes of the bird were staring at him intently, and after watching for a while, they suddenly flew away.

Moen was about to stop him when he saw Xiao Hei standing on the table in his room, lowering his head and pecking at something that was also pitch-black.

It also made two "tweeting" sounds, as if calling for Moen to come over.

Moen did indeed walk over, looking at the object next to the bird, a little puzzled.

That's not his thing.

He observed carefully for a while, not knowing whether to touch it with his hand.

It looked like it was a piece of burnt wood, covered in charcoal.The texture of the wood was also distorted and shriveled, but the upper body of a human can be vaguely seen.

It seems to be a puppet carved out of wood?

After Moen recognized this thing, he felt a sudden inexplicable palpitation.

He covered his hands with his sleeves and pinched the wooden figurine up.

"chirp"

The little bird looked at him eagerly, and touched his hand with its beak every now and then.

"You didn't pick this up, did you?" Moen pointed at the bird's feathers, "How can you peck such a big object?"

He laughed while talking, this guess is really nonsensical.

It is impossible for things to appear out of thin air, and it is impossible for some son of God to play tricks on him. Others cannot enter his room.

Moen thought for a long time, but did not come to any conclusion.

He grabbed the dirty log and went out, ready to throw it into the great fireplace in the outer hall to add a fire.

"Chirp!"

Xiao Hei suddenly became agitated, and it flew to the front of Moen, flapping its wings at high speed.

Moen was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what the bird was suddenly stimulated. He was thinking of getting rid of the "garbage" in his hand and comforting it, but Xiao Hei still refused to give way.

Looking at it again, tears flowed from the bean-sized black eyes.

"..."

Moen stopped completely. He threw the wooden man to the ground, anxiously trying to hug the bird and check its body.

Because the bird naturally does not shed emotional tears like humans, perhaps the wound around its eye became infected.

But Xiao Hei, who has always been obedient, somehow became extra "rebellious" at this time.

It avoided Moen's hand, and even pecked Moen with its beak, then landed on the wood on the ground, lying prone, like a young bird remembering its old nest.

Moen stared blankly at his fingers, there were no marks or bloodstains, because Xiao Hei's blow was very light, but he still felt that the bird seemed to be venting its dissatisfaction to him.

"What's wrong with you?" He squatted down, hesitated for a while, and lifted the bird up with the wood.

The bird adjusted its back to him, as if throwing a tantrum.

Is it...

Moen faintly felt something.

He walked back to the house with the wood and put it in Xiao Hei's original cage.

Is this his favorite toy?

It seems so.

After Moen finished doing this, the little bird finally stopped pointing his butt at him, but leaned over and lightly rubbed his finger that had just been pecked.

"I think you're really smart, you're willing to let me bandage you now, right?" Moen laughed.

He washed his hands with water, soaked a corner of the handkerchief in his hand, and then carefully wiped the dirt off Xiao Hei's body.

There were some black and sticky things attached to its feathers, and Moen frowned and patiently wiped them away little by little, not knowing where Xiao Hei went and rolled around.

Then he was about to dispense the potion and gauze when he heard some shouts from outside

"It's on fire, come and put out the fire!"

The fire was flickering outside the window, and Moen quickly stopped what he was doing and ran out with the basin in hand.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the outer hall, he saw the flames jumping up and burning unscrupulously.

Normally, the burning of forbidden books can only be carried out on the gravel road. This time, perhaps the Son of God was absent-minded and led the fire to the surrounding bushes.

The paper with sparks instantly set the plants on fire.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and the sons of God who stayed in the church came out to put out the fire, and after a few back and forth, they managed to control it.

"Passy, ​​the priest is calling you over."

"The culprit" Paxi wiped the sweat off his face, stood there in a trance, and walked into the hall in a daze after hearing the greeting from another son of God.

Moen looked at the mess on the ground, and silently knelt down to help clean it up.

Some of the surviving books hadn't been burned yet, so he stacked them up one by one, only to find a book that shouldn't exist here—"Anecdote and Tale".

This book was not written 50 years ago, so it must have been accidentally included.

This book was already extremely popular when Moen was young, and he had never read it but had heard of it.

Because at that time, there will still be a child of God who will tell the little stories inside for this group of children.

I'm afraid that Passy's illness is still not fully recovered, so he is so careless today.

While thinking about it, Moen carefully picked up the book with a corner of the cover burned off, and was about to classify it and put it on the other side, when a piece of paper suddenly fell out of it.

With a casual glance, he caught sight of the title printed on the paper.

The little story that fell out was called

"Blood-Drinking Nightingale"

Moen's fingers suddenly flinched involuntarily, and the paper fell to the ground again.