After entering the infinite game, the full-level boss pretends to be new again

Chapter 345 God’s Prayer [23]

Shi Yan turned his head to look at Yan Qing, and he smiled: "It's very simple, every evening, all the candidates will be thrown into the liquid jar, as long as they can leave the whole process soberly, they can get an item reward."

"You asked for a collection of poems as a reward?" Yan Qing said.

Shi Yan nodded, and the ignorant and beautiful eyes of a young animal carried some hope that the owner himself hadn't noticed: "When I am bored, I will read these collections of poems. I have a poem that I like very much. Do you want to read it?" Will you take a look with me?"

Yan Qing paused.

She slowly lay down at the entrance of the cave, and her eyes fell on the poetry collection in Shi Yan's hand, and she gave a soft 'hmm'.

Shi Yan moved his position, stood at the entrance of the cave, lifted up the collection of poems in his hand, and put it almost in front of the girl. The little boy turned the pages of the book and began to read the poem softly.

"What can I do to keep you
I give you thin streets, hopeless sunsets, wild moons
I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon
......"

He seemed to pause for a moment, slowly closed the pages, and slowly read the last line of the first half of the poem.

"—I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith."

Yan Qing propped her chin, subconsciously feeling a little familiar, she bent her eyes to look at Shi Yan: "Is this also the word in the poem?"

Shi Yan was silent.

"This is Borges' poem, "What Can I Use to Keep You"." Shi Yan said slowly: "I often look through this poem, and I can almost memorize all the poems. I like this, So I want to share it with you."

Yan Qing was actually not very interested in poetry, but she scratched at the entrance of the hole and poked her head slightly to look at it. She asked Shi Yan: "If I say that I am interested in this collection of poems now, would you like to lend it to me temporarily?" ?”

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the book of poems was handed over from the entrance of the cave.

Yan Qing reached out to take it, she bent her lips and looked at Shi Yan, "You gave me the book like this? What if I'm lying to you, I won't return it to you if I take your things."

"You mean... are you going to lie to me?" Shi Yan looked at her.

Yan Qing smiled: "That's right, don't believe me, I'm a liar."

The little boy with a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes stared at the girl silently for a moment, then he shook his head slowly, Shi Yan said firmly, "You won't."

"How do you know I won't?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly: "I can't even guarantee that myself."

"That's how I feel." Shi Yan shook his head: "I believe in you, there is no reason."

Yan Qing twitched the corners of her lips, inexplicably feeling that she couldn't laugh anymore.

She is a hypocrite.

It's been like this from the very beginning, even Yan Qing himself feels this way, whether it's a smile or address, they can all be faked, the things in the eyes, the emotions, these are all things that can be faked.

She has been used to smiling to protect herself since a long time ago.

There's nothing wrong with smiling, right?

This was a way she used to disguise and protect herself, and sometimes Yan Qing wasn't very happy, it was just a subconscious reaction.

Shi Yan said, believe her.

It's really surprising and outrageous.

"Okay." Yan Qing held the collection of poems in her hand, she raised her head to look at the little boy opposite, "I will read this book carefully, since you said you believe me..."

She paused, "I can't let you down, can I?"

Shi Yan looked at her with bent lips: "It doesn't matter even if you lie to me, I hope to see you happy."

Yan Qing tilted her head slightly, she thought it was amazing.

"That's it." The girl thought for a moment, she didn't know what to say, so she took a step back slowly, turned her head to look at Shi Yan, holding the book of poems in her hand, with a smile on her face: "……Good night."

Shi Yan responded softly: "Good night."

……

……

As the evening approached, the door of the room, which had been closed tightly, opened automatically.

Yan Qing jumped off the bed, and she turned her head to look at the wall that had been burned into a big hole by her spell, and now it has returned to its original, intact appearance.

The girl just stared at it for two seconds, then quickly withdrew her gaze. The long white dress symbolizing holiness fluttered slightly with the girl's movements, and her feet were still barefoot, stepping on the clean and soft carpet, falling down. I don't feel uncomfortable either.

All the children lined up to go forward.

Yan Qing remembered that Shi Yan told her, "Every evening, all the candidates will be thrown into the liquid jar, and as long as they can leave the whole process sober, they will be rewarded with an item."

liquid jars...

That is—the tears of the gods?

Yan Qing, who was in the illusion, hated this kind of thing deeply. She had been held in these liquids since she was a child and grew up. Her bones were almost broken and reassembled again and again. This kind of pain was experienced every day.

But she also clearly remembered——

Before she was sent to the temple, she was also soaked in the tears of the gods, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.

Is it because those liquids are so diluted that they are almost useless?

Yan Qing pondered slightly, the liquid distributed in each small town is naturally different from that in the temple, the concentration of the liquid is definitely not as heavy as that in the temple, it is only used to select children from each small town to be recommended to the temple. At that time, a very high concentration of liquid was used, and I am afraid that few children could bear it.

Behind each child was a shadow-like person, and after everyone stood on the high platform, those shadows also stood behind everyone.

Yan Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and saw that the tears of the gods were rolling down below.

The black shadow behind him reached out to push the girl in, Yan Qing took a step forward, and before the black shadow could touch her, the girl fell down with her eyes closed.

Her body was completely covered by the tumbling liquid, and the pain Yan Qing expected did not come. She seemed to be trapped in a warm and humid cave, and a pair of invisible hands wrapped her whole body.

She didn't feel any pain.

Yan Qing didn't struggle or move, the situation was different from what she expected, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

She suddenly remembered the second half of the poem she saw not long ago.

……

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you an interpretation of your life

about your own theory
your real and amazing presence
……

I give you my loneliness

my darkness
my heart's hunger

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure

(End of this chapter)