MTL - Villain Rescue System-Chapter 103 The sixth world 8

Unknowingly, Wen Long slept in the Fengshen Temple for more than two hours.

When I woke up, the guards outside had changed once.

It was naturally completely dark.

She stood up and put the mat back in place.

She is a little strange.

The prayer mat is made to prevent knees from being injured when kneeling on the ground, so the mat is not thick and the texture is not too soft. But she sat on it for so long, but she didn't feel any discomfort.

"..."

Wen Long was feeling puzzled, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she found that the cushion leaning against the wall had disappeared at some point.

She looked up and looked at the statue in front of her.

In fact, the breath on the cushion is very obvious, if it is not Yunli, then there is only one option left.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the answer was clearly in front of her eyes, and she couldn't ignore it.

It can be seen from the day of Shen Yin that the gods of this world have favored her.

God is certainly ruthless, but if he takes care of her because of the memory in the small world, it can barely be justified.

But the main body of the **** is still in deep sleep, and it should not have the memory of the small world.

Wen Long frowned puzzled.

That makes no sense.

Since there is no memory, why does the consciousness left by God in this world treat her well for no reason?

She stood there for a long time, but still didn't come up with an answer.

Wen Long pursed her lips.

She would have liked God to be as cold and ruthless as he was when he cut off her wings, so that she would not be soft-hearted in revenge.

…

When Wen Long returned to the Holy Child Hall, it was already dark outside.

Just as she was about to return to the dormitory to rest, the tips of her ears twitched, and she keenly heard the deliberately light footsteps outside the dormitory.

This is not the first time she has heard such movement.

But many times before, she was sleeping soundly in the dormitory, so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, so she didn't bother to talk to her.

But now, she just woke up from the Fengshen Temple, and she is in good spirits.

Wen Long simply took advantage of just waking up and still had the energy to go outside the door to have a look.

In order not to scare the snake away, she did not turn on the lights in the dormitory, and quietly leaned against the wall waiting for someone to come in.

It was pitch black outside, but there was still a little bit of faint moonlight smudged in from outside the hall, vaguely reflecting the slender figure who was walking slowly on tiptoe.

Recognizing who the figure was, Wen Long reached out and touched the light switch on the wall.

Slap.

The sleeping hall suddenly lit up, and the light in it passed through the wide open door, illuminating the entire outside of the hall clearly.

The sneaky figure froze suddenly, and mechanically turned his head towards Wen Long.

"Good evening." Wen Long greeted Su Dai with a smile.

In the sleeping hall.

Wen Long sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, hugging a pillow in her arms, looking at Su Dai who was sitting on the edge flushed because of being caught.

"Where have you been recently?"

"No, not recently, just today..."

Wen Long just smiled and said nothing.

"..."

Su Dai whimpered and turned her back in shame.

She tried to defend herself, "I just followed the instructions in the prophecy book..."

"The prophecy?"

"Yeah. I went out secretly. This is what the prophecy book guided me." Su Dai tried her best to clarify herself, and stretched out her palm, and the booklet-like prophecy book appeared in her palm.

She turned the pages of the book and pointed to the sentence that was shining with golden light: "Look."

Wen Long glanced at it.

[On the 20th, at night, please go to the second corridor on the left side of the temple garden. ]

"Right? I just follow the guidance of the prophecy book..."

"Hmm." Wen Long rested her chin on one hand, "So, is there anything there?"

"Is there anything in the second corridor on the left side of the temple garden?"

"No, there's nothing..." Su Dai blushed shamelessly, but she still hesitated and refused to admit it.

"Oh." Wen Long tilted her head, her eyes fell on her lips, and she asked with a little concern: "What happened to your lips?"

"!!"

"There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer nights, especially near the garden. It must be bitten by mosquitoes when it becomes so swollen. Next time, remember to spray some mosquito-repelling citronella water."

"Um... well, yes, mosquitos are really annoying."

Su Dai stood up, "I'm going back to rest first, and I will continue to practice the holy art tomorrow..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Long to say anything else, she said "good night" in a panic, then shrank her neck and went out quickly, and even helped to turn off the light.

"puff."

Wen Long who stayed in the room finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Due to the inability to use phantom power, Wen Long's progress in learning the holy arts had to be put on hold.

However, Su Dai's progress was rapid. From the beginning, she only learned one low-level holy art every day, and after one month, she was able to fully master two high-level holy arts in one day.

One is talented and the other is dull, this contrast is seen by the people in the temple.

Laughing at Wen Long, a fake saint who couldn't even learn a single holy art, was already a topic of conversation when they sneaked around in private.

"Ha, did you see her again in the hall today?" In the Shenzi Temple, the lazy waiter hid while cleaning the main hall, and said to another waiter passing by with an offering bottle.

"That's right, Master Yun Li took her to the Shenzi Hall every day and spent so much time teaching her, but she still didn't get the hang of it. It is said that the saintly girl Wenlong has never learned even a decent sacred art!"

They never noticed that a light footstep behind them suddenly stopped when they mentioned "Wen Long".

"Are you still willing to call her a saint? It's clearly a fake...Only a genius like Miss Su Dai is the real saint."

"Hahaha, indeed. Apart from the face that looks like a saint, it is clearly useless. I don't know that the priest was—"

Unable to say even worse words, the two of them were interrupted by a voice from behind that seemed to be quenching ice.

"If you put your mind on mocking others and focusing on learning holy arts, maybe you won't be able to use only low-level holy arts."

The two waiters were taken aback and hurriedly turned their heads.

I saw Shenzi looking at them with lowered eyelids, his expression was unprecedentedly cold.

They saluted tremblingly, "Lord Yun Li."

"That bit of fur-like holy art is enough for you to live well outside."

"Master Yun, Yun Li!" The waiter heard the meaning in his words, and prayed tremblingly.

Yun Li didn't even want to share it with them out of the corner of his eye.

"From today, leave the temple."

"..."

The two just lowered their heads, not daring to say another word.

The waiter wants to cry but has no tears.

Although you can live well outside, how can you be respected when you work in the temple?

If I knew it earlier, why would they talk about the saint?

…

Temple of the Virgin.

Once again catching the gaze falling on her, Wen Long looked at Yun Li who was teaching Su Dai the holy art in the center of the hall.

This was already the seventh time he looked at himself today.

Wen Long's thoughts wandered wildly.

what's the situation?

After Yun Li finished teaching Su Dai, Wen Long stood up consciously and came to the center of the hall.

She looked at Yun Li, waiting for him to take her to the Yun Zhong Temple for an illusion class.

Seeing that he was still moving, Wen Long cast a puzzled look at him.

"Um?"

Yun Li moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he caught a glimpse of Su Dai who was still nearby from the corner of his eye, and fell silent again.

"Come out with me."

"Oh."

As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the Saintess Hall, there was no one around, and Wen Long was directly pulled into Yunli's domain.

The familiar surface of the water was trampled under her feet, and she frowned.

After all, the domain is a high-level holy art, and it cannot be easily unfolded in front of outsiders. Therefore, Yunli usually takes her to the Yunzhong Temple first, and then opens the sanctuary.

"Aren't you going to the Cloud Palace today?"

Yun Li was silent and didn't speak.

Today, those two waiters just happened to be heard by him. Where he couldn't see or hear, I don't know how many people secretly talked about her behind her back.

"I won't go there in the future."

Wen Long had no objection.

It takes a long time to walk from here to Yunzhong Temple every time, so it's okay if she doesn't go, she can save some energy.

Wen Long picked up the blanket on the water slump and was about to take a nap.

"Don't sleep today."

"?"

The next moment, the rippling water collapsed into a puddle of water and merged with the water patterns on the ground. Then the pillow fell to the ground and bounced miserably on the surface of the water a few times.

Wen Long, who had just returned the cushion a few days ago, looked at him in disbelief.

Obviously she is lazy and paddling on weekdays, but he always turns a blind eye to it!

Yun Li was more serious than usual.

He tried all the methods that can absorb phantom power that he had recently found in various ancient books and his own research on her.

As a result, Wen Long stayed here as a test subject for two hours, standing dizzy.

As a result, no surprise, she still couldn't absorb any phantom power.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Long seems to feel that Yun Li's usually expressionless face is vaguely frustrated.