MTL - They Are Not Human!-Chapter 3 。”

Wen Qing turned to the page that Teacher Chen said, and what he saw was a very shocking color picture.

A man with a naked upper body sat lazily on the throne, with a white cloth around the key parts of his lower body.

Those people are all naked and naked, all with white bodies, men and men, men and women, women and women, two or three people are tightly wrapped around each other, this is a carnival of X.

Wen Qing opened his eyes in disbelief, the picture was extraordinarily clear, and he could even see the negative distance of several people clearly.

His face turned red, he quickly looked away, and meditated in his heart, this is art, so don't code, this is art...

"Wen Qing."

Hearing his name, Wen Qing raised his head and saw Teacher Chen smiling at him: "It's up to you to pray today."

Teacher Chen repeated the previous words: "Pray to God, and God will cure your disease."

"Your cold will go away in no time."

Wen Qing wanted to cry without tears, is this the consequence of lying?

He has no religious beliefs, and he has no idea what to do or say in prayer.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Teacher Chen said patiently, "For the first time to pray, you just need to recite the prayer."

Wen Qing looked down at the book on the table. At the beginning of the next page, three words of prayer were written.

He stumbled and read: "Dear, dear God, you are the embodiment of love and desire, and you have rescued us from the abyss of boredom."

"I beseech you, I beg you to give me the love, joy, and **** that I am ecstatic, and I beg you to use your precious liquid, liquid..."

[Please kiss my body with your precious liquid, wash me, heal me, I will dedicate my body and my soul to you. 】

Wen Qing squeezed the book tightly, her voice became lower and lower, her cheeks became more and more hot, and her whole body seemed to be steaming.

This, what a lewd god!

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Wen Qing lowered his eyes, and hesitantly brought some words: "...my body, my soul."

His voice was clear, and because he was shy and dragged a little tail, it sounded a little soft, and coupled with the prayer words that evoked reverie, many players looked at Wen Qing one after another.

Seeing that he was wearing a mask and couldn't see clearly, he looked back in disappointment.

Wen Qing's brain was steaming, and he didn't notice other people's eyes at all. He lowered his head and quickly read the following paragraphs.

The following paragraphs were more straightforward than the few sentences he read, describing various organs in detail. Just looking at it, Wen Qing's face flushed.

This, this is a little yellow book!

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and did not read any further.

Is the so-called prayer just reciting the little yellow book?

Teacher Chen walked off the podium, stood at Wen Qing's table, and asked kindly, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you read on?"

With a smile on his face, he looks like a good teacher who cares about students' homework.

Wen Qing squeezed his palm nervously, and suddenly remembered the purpose of Teacher Chen asking him to pray, and he quickly said, "Teacher, I, I have a cold."

Afraid of the teacher's suspicion, he added: "Thank God."

Teacher Chen stared at him for a while, without doubting the authenticity of what he said, nodded and smiled and said, "Thank God."

Wen Qing nodded in agreement.

"Sit down," Mr. Chen glanced around and named at random, "Zhang Chengrun, you continue to pray."

Wen Qing sat down and looked at the person named by the teacher.

Not the original student of the seminary, but a handsome male player.

He blushed, and said periodically: "You, you are a gracious and loving God, I am a human being made by your hands, your blood poured into my body, I thank you, your spirit is in me …”

While reading, Zhang Chengrun's breathing gradually became rapid, and the whole person seemed to be red.

His tablemate was a male player with an inch head. He noticed his abnormality immediately, smiled slyly, and stretched out his hand to pinch his ass.

Zhang Chengrun exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Chen asked.

Zhang Chengrun put the book between his legs and panted, "No, nothing."

Teacher Chen looked at his slightly out of focus eyes and said lightly: "Okay, sit down."

"Next."

"Oz."

As soon as Oz's name came out, all the players looked up.

His deeds occupied the bulletin board for a whole week in the world, and all the players present were unaware of it.

Wen Qing was also a little curious about this person, and turned her head to look in the eyes of everyone.

The blond, blue-eyed, mixed-race man who was aisle away from him slowly got up.

The players who were rustling before collectively kept silent, watching their eyes and noses and watching their hearts, for fear that they would provoke this evil spirit.

Ozzy lifted his eyelids and read coldly: "You are a great God, you are the Lord who is praised, you use all emotions and six desires to save all beings, thank you, I am your glorious child, and can bear all your riches. "

His voice was low, without the slightest fluctuation in his tone, which extinguished the small flame of evil thoughts in everyone's heart.

Oz read a whole page, but Teacher Chen still didn't stop.

Listening to Oz's unwavering sound of reading, Wen Qing couldn't help yawning a little, feeling a little sleepy.

After reading for a while, Oz's speech suddenly slowed down: "Thank God, I will tell the heavens about your glory, your breath, take away all my sins; your touch makes me have a healthy body and mind ."

"It's you who made me feel the supreme joy and happiness, and it's your ability to give me X and love."

Wen Qing listened and heard something wrong.

Why is Oz's voice getting more and more hoarse?

"Very well, sit down." Teacher Chen said.

Wen Qing tilted his head, only to see Ozzy's sullen face, his deep and sharp features without any expression.

Seemingly aware of his sight, Oz lifted his eyelids, and two clusters of fire flashed in his green eyes, like a wild beast hunting.

Wen Qing instinctively felt the danger, he hurriedly looked back and lowered his head.

In the next half of the class, Teacher Chen named a few students from the original class and asked them to do demonstration prayers for the players.

They are very different from the players' reading, each one is full of emotion and impassioned, not like praying, like participating in some recitation competition.

"Dear God, I long for You morning and night."

"My spirit is completely open to you, and I look forward to your blessing."

"Please shine on me with your blood, drive out the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us."

...

With their sincere desire, the temperature in the classroom gradually rose, and the ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread.

Wen Qing also felt a sense of dryness inexplicably, and it was so hot that she unzipped her jacket.

Just as he raised his hand, he bumped into the arm of his deskmate.

The tablemate groaned, sounding like she was hurt, Wen Qing quickly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

The same tablemate still maintained the posture of lying on the table, without even raising his head.

After a long while, he hummed, and his ending was long, with the lazyness of waking up.

Wen Qing felt even hotter, and continued to apologize with red ears: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."

The same table did not speak, turned over and continued to sleep.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mr. Chen did not drag the class, returned to the podium, and said to everyone, "get out of class is over."

After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.

Teacher Chen was away, the classroom was still quiet, and the players vigilantly highlighted the surrounding students.

After a while, some classmates started chatting and laughing, walking out of the classroom, doing what ordinary students do, and the players slowly began to move, exchanging names and information.

Wen Qing sat for a while, but the dry heat in her heart couldn't go away.

He wanted to open the window for ventilation, but was afraid of disturbing the bed at the same table, so he hesitated for a while, then got up to go to the toilet.

The toilet is at the end of the corridor, next to the stairs, and Wen Qing saw it when she went upstairs.

He didn't dare to stay outside for too long, and trotted into the men's toilet.

The men's toilet is large, clean and bright, and the white floor tiles can reflect people's shadows, but there is a strange fishy smell in the air.

Wen Qing sniffed, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

He didn't think much about it, and went straight to the toilet.

After walking for two minutes, a high-pitched cry suddenly sounded from the compartment on the side, followed by a man's low scolding: "Sao, someone is so excited to come?"

Wen Qing was startled, and the movements of her hands stopped.

The next second, the door of the compartment at the end was vigorously opened, and a boy in a school uniform came out, tying a belt while walking, and then a girl with disheveled clothes and messy hair came out.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and realized what sound she had just heard.

The two calmly passed Wen Qing and stopped in front of the washstand.

After the boy washed his hands, he noticed Wen Qing's eyes and asked with a smile, "Classmate, do you want to try it?"

Hearing this, the girl not only didn't get angry, but winked at Wen Qing with a smile and invited Wen Qing: "Do you want it?"

They looked calm, as if they were just asking if they wanted a snack.

Wen Qing said in panic, "No, no need."

The boy glanced at his clothes and said with a smile, "You're a new transfer student, no wonder."

"Just in time, we will prepare for the God's Birthday Celebration from tomorrow."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, they left the men's room with a smile without explaining.

Wen slowed down for a while, then slowly looked at the other compartments, making sure no one else was applauding Love here, and then opened the zipper to let out the water.

After draining the water, he took off his mask and hat and went to the washstand to wash his face.

The cold water quenched the nameless heat in his heart, and he let out a soft sigh.

Suddenly, footsteps and conversations came from the door.

"Oz, I've seen you a lot in the world..."

The next second, the door of the men's toilet was pushed open.

Zhang Chengrun and Oz walked in one after another, Zhang Chengrun's eyes were blurred, one hand was holding Oz's clothes, and the other hand was unbuttoning his own.

Wen Qing was stunned, he looked at Zhang Chengrun and then at Oz.

The reaction of the two bodies was obvious.

Wen Qing's head buzzed, and the temperature on her face soared again.

They also came to the men's room to applaud...

Zhang Chengrun didn't pay any attention to the toilet or other people. He looked at Oz eagerly, breathing quickly: "You also feel that the prayer is not right, I can help you..."

Seeing that Zhang Chengrun was about to touch it, Wen Qing quickly picked up the mask and hat, lowered her head, and walked quickly to the door.

Just as he walked to the door, Oz could make ice sound above his head: "Go away."

Zhang Chengrun's eyes were slack, and he was kicked out of the toilet by Oz.

The toilet door was also forcefully closed and locked under Wen Qing's eyelids.

Feeling Oz's sight on him, Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she whispered, "I-I got out too."

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Ozzy grabbed it.

Oz lowered his head and stared at Wen Qing's face.

He had just washed his face, his fair face was stained with transparent drops of water, his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and his long eyelashes were also wet into strands, trembling like butterfly wings.

Looking at his trembling eyelashes, the heat in Oz's heart suddenly increased several times, and he frowned.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Wen Qing stammered, her eyes turning red with fright, "I, I didn't see or hear anything."

He twitched his hand, but couldn't get it out of Oz's hand.

Ozzy moved his nose slightly, smelling the faint sweet fragrance on his body, dispelling the disgusting stench in the toilet.

Obviously he didn't do anything, and his lips and teeth were full of sweetness.

Oz pursed his lips and stared at Wen Qing's face: "Want to pass the customs?"

Wen Qing didn't understand why he asked this suddenly, hesitated for a moment, didn't dare to lie, nodded and said carefully, "Think, think..."

Oz lowered his eyes, stared at his red lips, and said slowly, "Bite me."

"I'll take you through customs."