God forbids me to fall in love

"Come on, come on! Velede is here!"

The two men were stunned for a while, but they ran in the opposite direction. The courage that had been strengthened by mixing with the crowd had been crushed by Velede's aura at this moment.

While they were running, they loudly beckoned friends and companions. Willad threw the iron rod in his hand directly. The rusted heavy object left an imperfect line in the air, and then hit it perfectly. the back of one's neck.

The man was impacted by the force and flew forward a few steps, then fell to the ground in a big shape like a thrown corpse, his head tilted, his eyes turned white and he fell into a coma, even groaning in pain. There is no chance to groan.

After another person witnessed what happened to his companion, he turned around in a hurry, raised his hands, and shouted loudly: "I quit, I quit! I'm not with them."

Seeing that Velede didn't intend to continue chasing him, he kept running backwards and fled quickly.

During the period, because he couldn't see the way ahead, he tripped over an obstacle and fell to the ground hard, but he immediately got up again, fearing that he would be caught and beaten.

It has to be said that he overestimated his attractiveness, and Moen and Velede didn't pay attention to him at all.

"I have something to tell you, but now is not the right time, and this is not the right place..." Moen silently put down the "weapon" in his hand after observing the movement of the "enemy" and carefully grabbed it. Veled's shirt corner, "Can you come with me?"

He intuited that Velede was not a difficult person to get along with, and it was completely different from what was described in the information.

He doesn't think he's going to get rejected.

Moen didn't know how hard it was for the other party to refuse his look full of hope.

Sure enough, Velede didn't brush his hand away, but nodded silently.

"Great! Let's go this way, those people can't catch up to that place..." Moen got carried away and pushed forward, grabbed Willed's hand and rushed to the front.

This is the first time he has held hands with someone since he grew up.

Moen didn't notice anything wrong at first, but he was shocked after Velede held his hand slightly backwards.

The strings in his mind slowly picked up, and his reflex arc finally started to work.

Two big men run hand in hand on the road, funny with a touch of ambiguity.

The more Moen wanted to force himself to ignore these messy thoughts, the more he couldn't help but focus on the hands he held with Willed.

He deliberately wanted to make everything more natural, but basically it only caused the opposite effect, that is, his hand became more rigid due to the tension, and the sensation on the fingers became clearer.

He could clearly find that Veled's slender and white hands were far from smooth and tender as they looked, but very rough.

I can feel many calluses and some uneven wounds on it.

These hands are to Velede like annual rings are to trees.

No need to think about it, Velede has suffered a lot in the past.

An orphan with a mysterious life experience, grew up in a poor training center that lacked warmth, lived on the streets prematurely, and became a "high-level dangerous person" who "everyone shouted and beat".

Indeed, it took a lot of suffering and a lot of falls to get to where I am today.

but……

No, he shouldn't be like this.

You shouldn't be floating in the world, you shouldn't be trapped in poverty, you shouldn't fight with fate all day long.

He is clearly the absolute ruler...

Master?What was the meaning of the word that popped into his head?

The church was right in front of him, and Willad broke free of his hand.

Moen couldn't pull himself out of his trance for a long time, and only after holding his hand for a while did he forcefully withdraw his heart and look at the other party.

He began to have strange hallucinations again, including when Willed blindfolded his eyes before, all he imagined were soft and white cloth strips and other irrelevant and inexplicable things.

Willad frowned and asked, "Are you from the church?"

"No, I'm just a student." Moen quickly denied, he didn't want Willard to feel any resistance and rejection towards him because of this.

"..."

"I was sent here by the school as a volunteer." Moen muttered.

This is not acceptable. He clearly shoulders the task of preaching, but he is ashamed to speak about beliefs and religious issues in front of his target audience.

Moen knew it very well in his heart, but he couldn't be confident at all.

As if believing in a god was an absurdly wrong thing to do.

Has he become an ungodly believer?

How can this be worthy of the call of the gods...

"Valed, you, you, did your injury heal yesterday? I mean, why did those people keep chasing you?" He changed the subject in a panic.

But this topic was also what he wanted to discuss with the other party.

"There have been conflicts in the past," Velede responded simply.

The expression on his face is a confusion that has never appeared before, and there may be some subtle entanglements mixed in.

"I thought you were a different person." Willed's tone was complicated, he stared into Moen's eyes, "You are also here to preach, right?"

Moen was at a loss for words for a moment, and did not respond immediately.

Velede lowered his gaze, and then turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Moen quickly stopped him, "I just want to be friends with you, at least I didn't approach you with a deliberate purpose! As for religion and belief, we can discuss it slowly in contact later... ..."

Anyway, Velede's footsteps did stop.

"I'm not going to take a lie for a day and ... don't need friends. Don't waste time with me," he said.

"Have you really understood theology? Why is it called a fallacy?" Moen couldn't help but ask.

Even he couldn't tell whether he wanted to wait for Velede to convince him after he confessed his heart, or whether he was trying to ask the other party to answer his questions.

He recalled the "miracle" that descended in his dream last night and those rules that were completely inconsistent with orthodox theology.

For a moment, he suspected that Velede blurted out the word "fallacy" because he had seen the truth that he hadn't seen clearly.

No matter how much Moen resisted, he had to admit that his firm faith was indeed shaken.

Velede seemed to think this was a stupid question, because he chuckled, changed direction, and walked straight to the statue on the left side of the church door.

A white jade statue as tall as a person will be set up outside the door of every church, and Lunvayo Church is no exception.

The clergy will wipe it clean every day, and the believers passing by will stop and worship at the door.Because the idol is the incarnation of the god, and it is the medium through which the god observes the world and listens to the believers.

The appearance of the statue is vague, and no specific face has been carved, because the world has no real right to see the gods.

"The god in your mouth can't even parry swords and sticks." Veled stood still in front of the statue and said casually.

His next move visualizes his danger and madness

Veled took out an iron rod as the ultimate self-defense weapon from his arms, and waved it towards the head of the god with a blank expression.

Spreading from the stress point to all directions, dense cracks appeared on the white jade. Its collapse did not happen in an instant, but went through a process of diffusion.

The stone chips fell down, and half of the god's head and body broke off and fell down hard.

The gravel fell to the ground and disintegrated again, exploded and scattered on the ground, and the symbol of the god's mind was reduced to debris in an instant.

It's just that Moen didn't witness this scene with his own eyes, and he suddenly knelt on the ground in pain.

He could no longer hold his head uncontrollably, and countless pictures kept flashing back in his mind.

From the moment Velede walked towards the statue.

Moen looked at his back, and also at the solemn statue, suddenly felt a needle-like pain in his temple, and then all his sensory organs seemed to be twisted into a rope.

The picture he saw in his eyes gradually blurred, and then was completely replaced.

The back view, between the vast snow field, the moonlight poured down like a waterfall, a back view with a head of platinum hair.

The Deity, another holy icon with a clear face, stands beside it in a birdcage covered with velvet.

In the birdcage, there was a dark bird with round eyes, and there was a melancholy expression in it, and he was never allowed to pray.

Prayer, in the simple attic, which also served as a temple, to his dear god.

God...

Veled noticed Moen's abnormality, without hesitation, he quickly stepped forward and knelt down to support Moen's body.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked slightly flustered.

The look of disdain for everything and gods just now disappeared.

Moen looked at the scarred hand that Velede was holding onto his arm.

He thought a lifetime had just passed, but in fact it was only a moment.

The headache gradually disappeared, but an irrepressible torrent surged up in his heart.

"The gods can't even parry swords and sticks. There may be only one reason..."

He looked at the new or old, long or short scars without blinking, his eyes became hot, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke extremely slowly.

"God, maybe it's to take into account the idiotic agreement with someone about equality..."

"Voluntarily go down into the dust and give up the power of the gods."

"To suffer what he didn't have to suffer, to pay for the sin he didn't bear..."

At the end of his speech, his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Is it right?"

"..."

Right or wrong, Velede didn't answer, and wouldn't answer.

Because he is just an ordinary person, a human being who has no ability to see the overall situation, no longer grasps the truth of the world, and cannot manipulate people's hearts.

Although the force value and self-healing attribute of this human being are rarely full.

He just frowned, sighed slightly, and said helplessly:

"You are a devout believer."

"No, I don't know what I'm talking about." Moen rubbed his eyes blankly, "I just want to cry suddenly."

After speaking, he embraced Willed's arm in accordance with his heart, and buried his head on it.

The nostrils were not filled with the cold and elegant woody fragrance, but this low-quality soap locust fragrance with a faint smell of blood made Moen's heart tremble even more.

Even if Velede is a person who has violently rejected missions three times, he has obviously never met a missionary like Moen with jumping thinking, confusing language, and no regard for the boundaries of communication.

He couldn't help being silent.

But he didn't move, letting Moen wipe his clothes with tears and snot.

then

He stretched out his hand hesitantly, and patted Moen's back lightly.