God forbids me to fall in love

After the group prayer ceremony in the morning ended and the entertaining believers left in an orderly manner, the nun walked towards Moen with a worried expression on her face.

"Moen, your complexion doesn't look very good. Is your place not comfortable enough? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No." Moen lifted his spirits and returned an apologetic smile, "I just suffered from insomnia last night and didn't sleep well. I'm causing you trouble, so don't worry about me."

"Don't say that, good boy." A man in his forties suddenly came over and patted Moen on the shoulder, comforting, "You've done a good job."

The nun respectfully made a gesture of blessing to the visitor, and greeted: "Father."

Moen also hurriedly imitated the nun's appearance and greeted the priest of Lenvayo Church.

It seems that this person is the legendary Father Griffin who was stabbed in the stomach by Velede. I didn't meet him when I came here yesterday. This is the first time I saw him.

Why did Veleder have conflicts with the priest?

Father Griffin was not tall, probably half a head lower than Moen, and his figure was fairly well-proportioned. His grayish yellow hair was well combed, and the large priestly robes he was wearing were also very neat. Is a fastidious person.

He always had a kind smile on his face, and he would look at the other person intently when he was talking.

For example, at this moment, his gaze has been fixed on Moen's face.

This should have been a very polite behavior, a symbol of respect for the other party.

But Moen somehow felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that the gaze might be too hot.

He unconsciously lowered his hands, clinging to the two pebbles in his pocket.

"You are a student of a public boarding school, and the students there are very accomplished in theology." Father Griffin said to him with a smile, "Speaking of which, several of your alumni came here to do volunteer work in the past, and every time It's satisfying. I always love chatting with young people like you, maybe my soul is still young, haha."

Moen nodded vaguely, showing a dull look.

He really didn't know how to answer the words, especially now that he had just experienced a huge shock and was still in a trance.

"You can talk to me about any problems in life in the future. Of course, I am also happy to discuss theology with others. I have a collection of many rare theological masterpieces on the market, which are very helpful to you children. If you are interested You can come to my room and have a look." Griffin continued.

Moen was as silent as a stone statue.

He knew that he should at least answer "Yes" or some other excuse, but he just couldn't say it.

"It seems that you really need to rest, hehe." Griffin looked away and said kindly: "Hurry up and go back to your room. There is nothing to be busy until noon. We will talk when you are in a better state."

"Thank you." Moen just thawed out. He bent down slightly and prayed.

Then he retreated politely, but instead of going back to his room, he walked straight out of the church gate.

The rain last night stopped in the early hours of the morning, and the air outside was exceptionally fresh. The slightly moist ground had been half-dried by the morning sun, leaving only some mottled water marks, which did not affect travel.

Moen wandered around the Lenvayo neighborhood in a frivolous footsteps. He didn't dare to go back to the room easily because there were cats in the room.

But he didn't have a specific destination, so he kept walking in order to relieve his confusion, as if it could consume part of his confusion.

An incredible thing happened to him.

Moen had a hard time not chalking it up to a miracle.

Because he thought about it, and he didn't think that anyone's prank or conspiracy could achieve this level.

Sneak into his room and throw two rocks that happen to be exactly like the ones he saw in his dream, just to make him doubt the world.

But if this is really a miracle, doesn't it mean that his messy dreams are all guided by the gods?

The words the cat said, the "rules" written in the book, the strange world in the dream...

Are these the "truths" that the gods want him to know?

But why him?

He was just an ordinary guy with no shining points, and he wasn't the best one in a class of [-] people.

He can neither write beautiful lines nor have any unique insights. Why was he chosen?

Why is he worthy...

Also, who is "he"?

What role does the "he" who has appeared in the cat's mouth play in the miracle?

Moen felt that his brain was about to explode. He walked back and forth in four or five alleys without saying a word, his pace getting faster and faster.

Then he stopped in front of a wall, venting his anger and punched the masonry, and he was satisfied only after the pain from his fist overwhelmed other feelings in his body.

He propped his head against the wall feebly, leaning his whole body against it.

He hated himself for not having a brain smart enough and a soul smart enough.

I hate myself for not having the spirituality and ability to see everything far beyond others.

There were some noisy movements in the distance, as if another group of people had started a chasing game.

Maybe the meaningless and vile war between street boys has started again.

Moen maintained his posture indifferently, he couldn't give the slightest concern to the outside world, because his inner world was already on the verge of collapse.

Until that movement that cannot be ignored appeared directly above his head

Moen raised his head in surprise, and looked up at the person who had just climbed up the wall and was about to jump off. The other party obviously didn't expect his existence, and surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Waled?" Moen called out the name of the person in a daze.

Velede looked even more embarrassed than when he first saw it yesterday. There were bloodstains and dust on his clothes, and there were a few more scratches on the skin exposed outside the clothes.

It's just that his posture of squatting on one knee above the wall is still quite chic, and even has a bit of rebellious beauty.

He only hesitated for a second and jumped down like a gust of wind, and landed steadily. No one would have guessed that this was a patient who suffered from cerebral hemorrhage 24 hours ago.

During this process, the corner of his clothes fluttered and brushed against Moen's neck.

Moen raised a hand to cover the side of his neck, where the momentary caress of the cloth made it tickle slightly.

He suddenly forgot the boundless troubles that plagued him before, hurriedly grabbed the arm of Velede, who was about to travel far, and subconsciously shouted: "Wait!"

Velede paused, and looked back at him with a surprised expression, but he didn't throw away his hand arrogantly after all.

It's just that Moen quickly realized that this was definitely an untimely mistake. There was a large wave of chaotic footsteps from the end of the alley. They were obviously rushing towards this side, and they kept cursing while running.

There is only one target for these huge malicious things gathered together, and it wasn't Velede who had just climbed over the wall and took a shortcut to escape!

Velede was indeed a desperado, and every time he met him, he was being chased.

Moen didn't have time to express his bewilderment and pity. He glanced in horror at the group of street boys ten meters away holding their outfits, and immediately let go of Willard's freedom, and then

"Run, they are coming!"

He ran with Velede.

Of course, his speed is far from being on par with the opponent.

Velede also seemed to be confused by his behavior, and turned his head to look at him.

"...Why does the vampire have an extra helper?"

"Is it another vampire, I've never seen this person before."

"Damn it, it looks like someone from the church, look at his clothes."

"Chasing, the people in the church are amazing? Fight as usual!"

"Maybe I'll get into trouble..."

"How could that fellow Veled know the priest, don't be fooled by him again. This is a rare opportunity to teach him a lesson."

A group of street boys discussed for a few seconds, and the speed of the chase changed from fast to slow and then fast.

Moen didn't know that his existence had delayed their pursuit in a certain sense. He only knew that if he maintained this speed, he would be the first to catch up.

Of course he was not as good as a group of unemployed vagrants who enjoyed running all day long. Such activities were too exciting for him, and his physical strength quickly fell to the wind.

Velede must have also been affected by the injury, because Moen found that although his speed was getting slower and slower, the gap between him and Velede has not widened.

There was a taste of blood in his throat, and his legs were getting weaker and weaker. Moen wanted to give up on himself and stop, at worst, he would be beaten.

While considering the feasibility and consequences of this dangerous idea, his arm was grabbed by someone.

Willed grabbed his left arm with one hand, while holding him in his arms, half dragged and half dragged Moen across the side road, and chose a direction with a thick old tree growing at the intersection.

Moen seemed to be riding a super-high-speed vehicle, and his body was unbelievably light.

When Veled was stuffed into the hollowed-out trunk of the dead tree, he was not shocked for the first time, but he was slow to realize that the distance that Veled had kept within reach from him earlier might not be Because the opponent's old injury was not healed and his body was weak, it was Veled who was deliberately waiting for him.

This discovery made him feel some inexplicable and wonderful emotions.

Fluffy, itchy, and fluffy, it filled his entire body.

Among the tree trunks was a hiding place that most people would not be able to find, and Velede also got in sideways, and put the withered bushes that had been uprooted outside back to their original positions to cover them up.

The two are crowded in a narrow and claustrophobic space isolated from the outside world, breathing and intertwined with each other.

Moen didn't dare to speak at all, he was afraid that he would spit out a violently beating heart when he opened his mouth.

He could see Velede's quiet eyes in the dark, and he could hear the heartbeat of the other party who was close at hand.

"How could it disappear out of thin air? Let's look for it separately." The street boys chased it nearby, and they panted and analyzed.

"...Break up? This, this..."

"Are you afraid?! He was hit by Quick and his group yesterday, and his vitality was seriously injured. You are also afraid of this. Do you have any fucking guts?"

"If it was before, we really had no chance of winning one-on-one or even two-on-one. We can't say for sure today."

"It's fucking speechless, the three of you together, find me quickly!"

It was obvious that a group of people had dispersed.

The sound of approaching footsteps became thinner, and it seemed that only two or three people chose the direction they were in.

Moen held his breath and looked towards the only light-transmitting area covered by the bushes. On the one hand, he wanted to distract himself from focusing on Velede, and on the other hand, he was worried that someone might find this hidden corner.

"...Wait, I want to solve the third urgent problem first, don't leave you two behind, I'll go first, I'm afraid of being attacked."

The possessor of an ugly drake voice gets closer and closer.

Distinguishing the meaning of his words, Moen had a bad guess in his mind.

Sure enough, the next second, the man stopped in front of the dead tree where the two of them were.

The sound of water running sparsely over the bushes, Moen noticed some nasty liquid starting to drip from between the leaves that he could see from the inside.

The smell of fishy smell filled the air.

Moen didn't want to look any more, and was about to look away when he felt a pair of cold hands covering his eyes.

"..."

His breathing stopped suddenly and he felt his face and ears burning.

When the eyes are dark, the other senses of the body will be infinitely magnified.

He felt a little dizzy for a moment, and inexplicably imagined the appearance of Willad tearing off a corner of his clothes and blindfolding him with cloth strips.

Veled moved quickly, he put Moen in one hand and led him up.

Then he raised his leg, and kicked out of the tree trunk with a steady but ruthless movement.

"what!"

The person who was urinating let out a loud cry of pain and fell to the ground in response.

Moen imagined the appearance of this person based on his voice, because when Willed led him to jump out of the tree trunk and let go of the hand that covered his eyes, the painful writhing body on the ground had already been kicked by Willed. Kicked away, out of his sight.

Willad picked up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and looked back expressionlessly at the two street boys who heard the movement and stared over.

Those two people didn't know whether they were stunned or frightened, and they didn't move for a long time.

But Velede walked in their direction.

Moen knew that Velede was about to face him head-on.

He immediately picked up the dead branches of trees scattered on the ground, used them as weapons, and followed them step by step.

He had never been involved in any ferocious armed struggle since he was a child.

It stands to reason that he should be afraid, should be nervous.

But he didn't panic at the moment, he just felt at ease.