Chapter 565 This is not their living room
The faithful wept bitterly, their actions and words were filled with a morbid pride, filled with the joy of being able to dedicate themselves to others, and they crowded around the confessor, vying to sell themselves.
"The teacher said that if you want obedient students, it's best to be as sensible as a puppet."
"I am willing to be your good student."
A monk swung his sword and cut off his own arm, shouting: "I have no hands, I can't tease you, I am your most perfect student."
Another monk not only crippled his hands, but also cut off a pair of feet. "I don't have feet, so I won't run around in class and disrupt order. I am also your most perfect student."
Two monks cut off each other's tongues and said, "We have no tongues and cannot mock you. We are your most perfect students."
Others enthusiastically recommended themselves, willing to become materials for swordsmiths and drum skins for drum makers.
"Ah! It's great that a useless waste like me is needed by someone!"
"Thank you for taking in a piece of trash like me!"
The scene was crazy and weird, with blood flowing on the ground. The three confessors were stunned and forced to accept this heavy "redemption".
Ye Xiaoman was already accustomed to the chaos. She wiped her hands with a wet wipe, took out a handful of cashews and ate them calmly.
Xiao Chujing smiled with a hint of sarcasm. The power of rules was taking effect, and he gradually only remembered the things he was most obsessed with.
He only thought about Ye Xiaoman. He only wanted Ye Xiaoman. As long as Ye Xiaoman was by his side, he didn't care even if the world went completely crazy.
He was worried that Ye Xiaoman would be scared, so he covered her bun, held her in his arms to protect her, and let her bury her head in the crook of his neck.
He remembered that Ye Xiaoman had said that if you asked someone to rub your abdominal muscles when you were scared, you wouldn't be scared anymore. So he did something he had wanted to do for a long time. He put his hands on Ye Xiaoman's soft abdomen and rubbed it.
The fabric of the skirt was too much of a barrier, so her slender fingers searched for the belt around her waist...
Ye Xiaoman looked at Xiao Chujing in confusion, not understanding why the male protagonist suddenly acted like a hooligan.
Although she didn't care and enjoyed his active massage, it seemed a bit strange to shiver as if no one was around in the current environment.
Xiao Chujing rubbed his face against her hair, and she poked the tip of his chin with her finger to remind him to stop for a moment.
Xiao Chujing lowered his head and licked the cashew sugar grains remaining in her palm.
Dou Xian took a handkerchief and wiped his sleeves back and forth. Although he had washed his robes with the Purification Mantra, they still didn't feel clean.
While wiping, he, Fu Guishi and the landlord were paying attention to what was happening on Ye Xiaoman's side.
Why did Ye Xiaoman start interacting with her male favorite?
Did you know that she is almost dying? How can she still have the time to play with men?
This one chases to kiss his fingers, and the other one covers his hands to refuse, huh? He holds her on his lap and sits on her?
What do Ye Xiaoman and Xiao Chujing think of this place?
This is a public place, not their living room!
The monks are facing a life-and-death test, and they don't care about the notorious dangerous place at all.
The three of them felt Ye Xiaoman's obvious contempt. Dou Xian was old and could keep his composure for the time being, but Fu Guishi was dumbfounded, and the landlord was extremely angry.
He and Ye Xiaoman had no grudges against each other before, but now they have a grudge against each other.
No landowner can tolerate such provocation!
The assistant announced gloomily that the third part of the symposium had begun, which was also the final topic, the part that all believers looked forward to most in every symposium.
"I have repeatedly stressed that the Living Ruins is a big family that helps each other."
"While we seek help from others, we must also do our best to give back to the collective."
"Everyone, please stand up and tell us what you can contribute to the big family."
The assistant's wandering gaze passed over Ye Xiaoman's face. He didn't call her name first because he wanted her to see how the people in front of her died first, so as to prolong her fear.
"Ghost Envoy Fu, come up and tell me."
Fu Guishi did not realize the seriousness of the problem. He thought Dou Xian had already controlled the landlord. Dou Xian also thought so. He watched Fu Guishi come on stage with ease.
What a perfect clone of him this is.
Fu Guishi laughed and stood in the center of the circle, facing the landlord and sharing his expertise.
"I'm best at growing human head flower pots."
"Elegant hobbies help cultivate the mind and body. I imagine many of you would like to learn this craft," the assistant encouraged him. "Could you please explain the production process in detail?"
Fu Guishi was ordered and spoke involuntarily: "To plant a human head flowerpot, you must first find a living person. To ensure that the flowerpot is pleasing to the eye, it is best to search for a head that suits your taste. Enemies are best, and relatives and friends are second best..."
This time, the believers no longer sat quietly listening. Voices rose one after another, belittling Fu Guishi.
"A boring hobby."
"You are the most boring person I have ever met."
"Why bother selecting candidates? If you have that much time, why not do something else?"
These sparse and ordinary words, with the blessing of the power of rules, possess extraordinary power and attack Fu Guishi.
There were several bloody holes in Fu Guishi's body, and black blood was oozing out.
At the same time, the source of his power was rapidly dissipating and fading.
He didn't care about the wounds on his body, but a strong desire surged from his heart. This desire was above everything he had, even more important than his life.
He was madly trying to please everyone and was desperate to win everyone's favor.
He wants to be a useful person, someone who is needed by others. He doesn't want to become a waste and be abandoned by everyone.
"Please don't abandon me!"
Fu Guishi burst into tears and knelt on the ground, begging bitterly, "My flower pot is very useful. Give me another chance, and I will prove it..."
His pleading was met with even more vicious ridicule.
"Useless clone."
"waste."
"You are of no use to us."
Fu Guishi held his head and wailed. His self-esteem and self-confidence gradually disappeared in the voices of humiliation, and his self also disappeared. He began to feel that he knew nothing and could not do anything well, so he might as well die.
At this moment, Fu Guishi was no different from those believers who were rushing to sacrifice themselves just now.
Dou Xian suddenly realized that something was wrong and he quickly jumped up from his seat.
When the clone is attacked, he will also be hurt, and his body will feel as if someone is cutting his flesh with a knife.
"Stop, stop it!" he shouted.
His voice was like a drop of water merging into the sea, drowned out by the voices of the believers attacking Fu Guishi.
He hurriedly used the Ghost Lord's order to adjust the rules of this place, but the result surprised him.
The rules that he could once easily modify, he could no longer touch or peek into.
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