God forbids me to fall in love

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"Moen, you'd better get up immediately, immediately!"

The old wooden door was pushed open, and a big round head poked out from the crack of the door, and warned the teenager who was sleeping on the small bed with an unhappy expression.

Before he could finish his sentence, the boy who was sleeping suddenly sat up from the bed, and then covered his head as if he was a little dizzy.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Tommy, I had a dream..." In the dream, I lived in an era called the 21st century, growing up in a distant eastern country, where everything was much different than it is now. More developed, with many inventions that we have never seen before... I have a name named Fang Yue, who was injured in the art gallery...

"Listen, I'm not interested at all, you have to get up now and hurry up to herd the sheep, lazy guy! Today is the day of the gods, if you let the little lambs attack the gods, the great Squire family can't protect you !” Tommy narrowed his eyes, straightened the tie on his chest, closed the door with a cold snort and stepped back.

Moen froze for a moment, and noticed that Tommy was dressed very well today, and a lot of pomade was applied to his blond hair, as if he was about to appear on an important occasion.

He remembered that today is June [-]th, which is the third-yearly descending day of the gods.

The dream last night was so long that he almost forgot the flow of time in real life.

Hey, wait, what was the dream last night?

It was like a ruthless butterfly, not allowing Moen to relive the wonderful confrontation, and flew away from his mind quickly, leaving only a little bit of concern and regret.

No matter how he thought about it, Moen couldn't remember the content of the dream. He frowned and slapped himself on the head fiercely, then quickly got dressed and got up. Today is indeed a big day, and he cannot be delayed.

Every three years on June [-]th and December [-]th, the gods of heaven will come to their respective temples on earth to bless their believers.

Of course, not every believer is lucky enough to be favored. The gods will only select one of the most pious believers among the crowd, and give him the power to make his dreams come true.

Moen has lived for 16 years, and he has never participated in the Fall of the Gods, because he has no faith, er, to be precise, he is not qualified to have faith.

Moen's background is rather special.

It is said that his father was a businessman from the East. He came to this continent to do business that year and had an improper relationship with his mother. Afterwards, he refused to stay and continued to travel with the caravan.

Moen's mother died of depression after giving birth. It has been 16 years since he was entrusted to his uncle's family to raise him.

His uncle runs small farms and ranches, and Moen has been helping him since he was a child, in return for his kindness in nurturing.

However, the uncle's family has always been unwilling to share their beliefs with him. They believe in the goddess Loamina who is in charge of animal husbandry and harvest.

They believed that Moen's birth was not blessed by the gods, and naturally he was not qualified to be favored by the gods, and it might arouse the displeasure of the gods.

With a piece of dry bread in his mouth, Moen hurried to the sheepfold while putting on his coat.

He deftly picked up the whip and opened the ring door, "Kids, for the sake of your lives, don't run around today."

The jubilant little lambs jumped and ran out, their pink and white ears flickering.

Moen just "washed" them two days ago, and the wool is fluffy and clean, like clouds in the sky.

Moen swallowed the dry bread in his mouth, and waved his whip to drive the lambs up to the mountains to graze.

There are no sheep from other families to grab food in the field today, and it looks empty.

Probably most of the family members have gone to participate in the coming of the gods, and he is the only non-believer who is still herding sheep in the mountains and plains.

After all the lambs settled down, those grazing grass and those letting the wind out, he leaned under a big tree on one side, took out a crumpled book from his arms, and started to read it.

He didn't go to school, but Tommy would give him some homework that he didn't want to finish, and throw him the textbooks that were eliminated.

Probably because the wind is too warm today, the grass is too soft, and the shade of the trees is too comfortable, Moen dozed off just looking at it.

The old textbook in his hand fell to the ground, and his own head was thrown back, his eyes were completely closed, his sleeping posture was honest, and his sleeping appearance was peaceful.

Then Moen dreamed again.

In the dream, he was flipping through an exquisite platinum book, and when he opened the first page, he saw three lines of small characters printed on the cold paper

"First, gods have seven emotions and six desires.

Second, God is not omnipotent.

Third, God..."

Moen broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the second article. His eyes "swished" opened, blinked for a long time in a panic, and immediately woke up from the dream.

How could I dream of such a rebellious thing, why do I always have weird dreams recently!

I hope no god notices...

But I heard that there is the goddess Narovira who is in charge of dreams and sleep, will she condemn herself?

Moen bit his lip, staring blankly at the grassland with no sheep in front of him, he had already imagined the scene of the gods dealing with him in his mind.

Wait, where did the sheep go? !

Moen got up belatedly, and saw that there was not even a single piece of white wool left in this field, and suddenly became anxious.

I have never encountered such a thing when I fell asleep. Why did the lambs disappear after waking up this time, and I obviously didn’t sleep for a few minutes!

He hurriedly searched around until he ran across a hillside to another field, and finally saw the reassuring whites from a distance.

The little lambs formed a group, instead of grazing in a scattered manner, they gathered as if they were surrounding something.

He didn't understand how the lambs ran so far without being led, and Moen didn't dare to stop to catch his breath, and rushed to the past with a whip.

The closer he got, the more clearly he could see that there seemed to be a person among the sheep.

The man was sitting on the grass, with only one back, which was loomingly covered by the flock of sheep, and he could only glimpse a bit of platinum-blonde hair, shining crystal light in the sunlight.

The lamb beside him was gnawing on his clothes, and those white satin-like fabrics were being gnawed by goats.

And he seemed to be frightened, and he didn't even resist, allowing the lambs to offend him.

Moen was very anxious. Although the lambs should not have the habit of eating people, he was also worried about what would happen. He shouted "Sorry sir!" while rushing over to shake the lambs away.

The people surrounded in the center seemed to have heard his shout and turned their heads.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow, but the other party's platinum hair was not blown at all.

Moen directly met a pair of shockingly beautiful eyes, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Before he had time to marvel at the astonishing beauty in his heart, he froze on the spot, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, which made him close them quickly, but tears flowed down uncontrollably. All of a sudden fell to his knees on the ground.

It seems that the sun is too harsh.

"Please don't look at me."

The man among the sheep said helplessly.

His voice is very gentle, like the breeze blowing in early June.There is no anger of being offended, nor the embarrassment of being surrounded by lambs.

Moen covered his crying eyes and raised his head in a daze, "Sorry, they are my sheep, and I will compensate you for your clothes! I will control them now, please rest assured."

As he spoke, he groped forward, grabbed a fluffy lamb and threw it behind him.