Help, they came out of my dream to catch me!

Chapter 53 Don't wait anymore, let's start fighting!
After all, it is I who they respect and love...

Or is it the image created by me as a puppet?

After Xia Ming inspired a little self-will five days ago, this question also appeared along with the germination of self-will, and it has been firmly entrenched in Hina's mind.

If one day I abandon the image of a nun and the setting of a puppet, will anyone still look at me with the same eyes?

someone.

Even if one person knows the setting of her puppet and sees through the empty and empty heart behind her set life, she still watches her, takes care of her, and gives her meticulous care and warm feelings.

At certain times in the past ten years, Hina occasionally had an illusion in her heart. The respectful gazes and praise words of the townspeople in front of her were like illusory homogeneous symbols, which looked so similar... and And false.

Now she is finally sure that these are all false.

Among the endless falsehoods in this town of Pala, there is only one real gaze that fell on her through the thick fog, and there is only one person. Sister Hina, but to that puppet-like self who lost her inner emptiness and nothingness.

Five days ago, Xia Ming's careful and gentle actions, and the occasional intimate contact and connection between these limbs, did not cause any fluctuations in Xi Na's heart.

Even if Xia Ming teased her and played with her body, she would at most blush and pant under normal physiological reactions, but her eyes were still calm, loving and tolerant.

However, five days later, everything was completely different from before.

There is a person in this fake town who looks at me, touches me, and cares about me so truly.

only he...

only he...

When Xia Ming's fingers landed on her skin, there would be a slight ripple like spring water in her empty heart.

Xia Ming's smell fell on the tip of her nose, which would make her empty mind feel a faint sense of relief and joy.

Xia Ming's caring words and meticulous care made her heart more and more turbulent because of him.

His handsome and charming profile appeared more and more in her mind.

Even when singing hymns and praying every morning, it seems that what I think in my heart is no longer the lofty and great gods, but the appearance of a boy.

Can't help but want him to touch more, can't help wanting more intimacy and teasing from him.

But the young man was too well-behaved, even when he held her to sleep every night, he put his hands in order, never moved or overstepped.

Only in the narrow space of the confession room that is separated from the black cloth every day, the teenager sometimes teases her body jokingly when someone comes to seek confession, which makes her feel a sweet passion and shyness in her heart. happy.

But it was just like drinking poison to quench thirst, making her feel more and more empty afterwards.

When the puppet realizes the emptiness in his heart, longs for mercy, and longs for his heart to be filled.

Xia Ming flew away lightly like a seagull.

She could still see him, and he was still hovering low in the sky, watching her.

But he seemed no longer attached to her golden beach.

The teenage girl felt dazed, lost, and felt a greater emptiness.

She gave birth to an emotion called desire.

During the five days, two interesting things happened in the town of Pala.

One thing is that when a middle-aged man took a little girl to the river to fish for goldfish, he knelt down and cried bitterly to the little girl, vowing to catch a hundred goldfish and begging for her forgiveness.

One thing is that after a conflict between two neighbors in the town, a middle-aged man who lost his wife took his son to live in the neighbor's house, and often went shopping with the neighbor's wife.

After hearing this, Xia Ming just smiled. During these five days, he spent more time observing Old Pearson.

Lao Pi would visit him and Xina every day, asking him if he still felt uncomfortable living in this small town, and whether Xina took good care of him and other topics.

At this time, he noticed that Old Pi was holding the cross tightly in his hand, and the muscles of his forearm trembled slightly, as if he was casting a spell with all his strength.

This guy probably couldn't have imagined that his special ability is spiritual immunity!

Every night, he quietly leaves from Hina's warm embrace and walks into the dark church, where he sees Old Pi's more painful and ferocious expression under the dim light of the moonlight and the dim light of the lines of spiritual spells.

Why did this guy choose to die with me last week?

What exactly is his strange means of killing both of them?

A spiritual item with special abilities?A weird psionic spell?

Observation alone does not give a clear answer.

The reason why Xia Ming waited for so many days was that he wanted to secretly find out the means by which Lao Pi could control Hina's mind, and the second was that he could not resist attacking Hina to observe his details. This guy It should be the boss of this trial, but Lao Pi has never made a move.

But now, without finding out how Lao Pi controlled Hina, he seemed to have successfully helped the girl regain her will.

So, he decided not to wait.

Back in Hina's room, he shook the sleeping girl awake.

"Xina, are you willing to make a decision that goes against the teachings for me?"

The girl opened her sleepy eyes, looked blankly at the boy's serious expression, and after a while, she came back to her senses.

There was no expression on her face, but there was a huge wave in her heart at this moment.

The self-will inspired by the teenagers fought fiercely with the doctrines and rules taught by the bishop for many years.

I am a devout nun, I believe in the God of Light...

I must abide by the teachings and abide by the light...

"Sister nun, if you do me this favor..."

Under the moonlight, Xia Ming stretched out his slender index finger, and gently touched it on his lips, and then put the index finger that had touched his own lips to a distance of two centimeters from Hina's lips, showing a teasing smile that was not a smile expression.

"I'll let you taste the taste of this finger."

boom!
In an instant, the tsunami overturned all the resistance of the land.

Desire triumphs over restraint doctrine.

Hina was completely attracted by the slender finger above her lips that was wrapped in moonlight and exuded lustrous moisture.

The smell of...fingers that touched Xia Ming's lips and teeth!

Her cheeks were flushed, and she shyly agreed to the boy's invitation.

What reason can she refuse?

In the dark church, the sound of treading footsteps sounded.

Pearson, who was struggling secretly like a wounded monster under the moonlight, suddenly turned his head and saw the figure gradually appearing from the darkness.

"Who would have thought that the solemn but kind and kind Bishop would show such an ugly and hideous appearance in front of the moonlight in the middle of an empty church at night?"

Psychic energy turned into invisible tentacles and attacked Pearson. Pearson's eyes were fixed, and he was about to attack. The attack of the tentacles had arrived, and collided with the spiritual energy barrier condensed around him, making a sound like glass breaking .

Sure enough, as I thought, he was also a psychic.

Tier [-].

There is such a strong man hidden in a remote and deserted town.

Xia Ming had already reached the first row of wooden chairs in the center of the church. Tentacles transformed from spiritual energy bound Pearson's body tightly like a rice dumpling, and he struggled to move.

He pulled a chair and moved it to the center of the church.

The moonlight shines through the stained-glass windows of the dome, and the lines of spiritual art are shining slightly. His unrestrained body leans back slightly and sits on the chair in the posture of a big man, with his legs raised, looking down at the tied-up Pearson, who looked like a dumpling, smiled and said:
"Old Pi, can you tell me what's going on? What happened to Hina, and... the truth about this small town."

(End of this chapter)