Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

Mrs. Yan closed her eyes and murmured a prayer.

Before her stood a statue of a deity with six pure white wings, a crane-like body, a long, pointed beak, and closed eyes.

This is the God of the "Holy Church"—claiming to be the child of God and the Archangel, the younger brother of Jesus and Hong Tianwang, and the immortal Feathered God.

Those who worship this deity will gain eternal life.

Mrs. Yan was able to quit gambling because of her desire for immortality.

Hita Yamada was bored out of his mind and had long been tired of the fanatics' ugly behavior of worshipping the Feather of Immortality.

What's the use of praying and begging for blessings?

He was able to rise to the position of bishop by painstakingly giving gifts and women to the archbishop!

If praying to gods and Buddhas could really grant wishes, would ordinary people with no money or power even have a chance to do so?

Yamada Hita rested his chubby cheeks on his hand, his mind racing with plans as he pondered what excuse he could use to trick Yan Youyou into drinking the holy water.

Mrs. Yan had already drunk half of it, and her expression was somewhat manic.

Besides being an aphrodisiac, the holy water can also cause people to become mentally excited for a short period of time. After the excitement subsides, they will fall into a coma and a large group of dancing little people will appear in their minds.

This is what the bishops described as a "miracle," and believers firmly believed it.

"God, if you can hear my call, please answer your faithful believer..."

Immortality is not a myth.

A sudden voice rang in Mrs. Yan's and Yamada Hita's ears.

Mrs. Yan: !

Yamada Hita:? ? ?

"Lord! Is it really you?" Mrs. Yan shed two lines of clear tears, firmly believing that her day and night prayers had summoned the Feathered God of Immortality.

"That's great...that's great...it was worth all that money I spent."

To achieve immortality, one must first kill.

Kill the man beside you, and offer his blood to me.

The statue emitted an extremely cold voice.

Yamada Hita broke out in a cold sweat and cursed, "Who...who are you?! How dare you play tricks on me, the Bishop!"

"To dare imitate the immortal Feathered God... truly... truly audacious!"

Yamada Hito roared loudly, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

His legs were still trembling, shaking like a leaf.

If I'm not mistaken... the source of the sound... is indeed the idol.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Without killing, how can there be eternal life? Without killing, how can there be eternal life?

The chilling voice, like a leech clinging to his bone, sent a shiver down his spine.

Hita Yamada subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see the Feather of Immortality open its scarlet eyes, staring straight at him, a cruel smile curling at the corner of its mouth.

"Hehe..." Yamada Hita swallowed hard, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran towards the door.

"Damn it, this is like encountering a ghost!"

However, just as he reached the entrance, a gleaming blade plunged into his back.

*Thud*—skin torn open, flesh ripped open, blood splattered.

"Aaaaaah!" Hita Yamada cried out in pain.

Mrs. Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and her thin, bony hands gripped the knife handle tightly.

The prayer ceremony lasted for more than half an hour, and she drank half of the holy water. Her mind had long since entered a state of excitement and instability.

Commonly known as...getting high.

Second floor, at the corner of the stairs.

Yan Youyou's eyes widened as she stared blankly at everything that was happening below.

Mom is stabbing that fat, pig-like bishop; she's stabbed him several times.

Could this be what the knight meant by "leave the rest to him"?

"This...is amazing, Sir Knight...you really know magic?"

Yan Youyou's worldview was refreshed.

She witnessed firsthand how the knight manipulated the idol to speak, ordering her mother to stab that fat, pig-like bishop.

An ordinary person would be so frightened by Jiang Ling's appearance that their legs would go weak.

No one can remain calm in the face of supernatural phenomena.

But Yan Youyou is different, even though her legs are indeed a bit weak.

But it wasn't that I was scared into submission; rather, it was that I was so captivated by his handsomeness that my legs went weak.

"Hey? Are you the police? XX Street, XX Number, there's a woman who's gone mad, she's attacking people with a weapon, and some fat pig is about to be stabbed to death."

Yan Youyou looked up, somewhat surprised, to see Mr. Knight dialing the police.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ling lowered her head and stared intently into her beautiful eyes.

"Youyou, do me a favor."

"Huh?" Yan Youyou was taken aback, blushing as she whispered, "What kind of help?"

"Can we hold hands...?" Jiang Ling turned her head away awkwardly.

[Skill: Feint Attack]

[Description: You can control your sound source to appear anywhere within a ten-meter radius.]

[Side effect: You have to hold a pretty girl's hand for one second to say a single sentence, otherwise you'll be banned from speaking for 24 hours.]

"Hmm..." Yan Youyou nodded shyly, unable to resist glancing down at his large hand.

Mr. Knight... your hands are shaking.

So he can be shy too? How cute...

Yan Youyou tentatively extended the tip of her slender little finger and gently hooked it around Jiang Ling's little finger.

Little by little, slowly, insert your five fingers into the warm space between them.

"Such soft, such small hands..." Jiang Ling closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

"Such big, warm hands..." Yan Youyou pursed her lower lip and closed her eyes.

"Aaaaaah, stop stabbing me!" Yamada Hita cried out.

The two ignored his calls, immersed in the strange feeling of holding hands, their fingers gently caressing each other, teasing their hearts.

What a bizarre and disturbing scene—

A young couple stood hand in hand at the dimly lit stairwell, watching sweetly as the madwoman below straddled the fat man with a knife, stabbing him indiscriminately...

……

Ur ur~

An ambulance carrying a real, fat pig sped past.

The doctor stared in disbelief at the examination report: "One hundred and sixty-eight stab wounds and it's considered a minor injury? He's practically a superhuman eater!"

……

Shilu Police Station, interrogation room.

When Mrs. Yan regained her senses and learned that she had stabbed Yamada Hita more than a hundred times, she was so frightened that her legs went weak.

Fortunately, the injury was classified as minor, but the person remains unconscious.

Yan Youyou handed over the "holy water" given to her by Jiang Ling to the police, adding some embellishments to her story.

Ultimately, Mrs. Yan, who stabbed the man, was sentenced to six months in prison without bail. The specific amount of compensation will have to wait until Hita Yamada appeals.

"Youyou, you have to save your mother! Go and pay the bail!" Mrs. Yan cried out in anguish through the iron bars of her window.

Yan Youyou remained silent.

"Are you deaf?! Yan Youyou! Yan Youyou! Don't forget, you were born of me, you owe me a life from the moment you were born!"

"You beast, you little bitch! You wouldn't even save your own mother!"

She used to lower her head and admit her mistakes when faced with her mother's accusations.

Because, apart from her mother, she had no other attachments in this world.

Humans always need to have something to care about in order to live in this world.

But now, her empty heart has been filled to the brim by a knight wearing a cardboard box hood, and there is no longer any room for the trash she once treasured.

At the entrance of the police station.

"Well then... I'll be going now. Contact me by phone if you need anything." Jiang Ling looked at the night sky, turned around and smiled slightly at her.

"Um... Sir Knight, before I leave, I'd like to see what you look like, is that alright?"

Under the bright moonlight, the girl's eyes shimmered, and a faint smile curved her lips, making her look as beautiful as a fairy.

Jiang Ling paused, then joked, "If you see it, you have to take responsibility."

Yan Youyou's heart raced. She stood on tiptoe, her delicate little hands grasping the cardboard headgear and slowly lifting it upwards...

However, she stopped halfway through lifting it.

Jiang Ling was a little puzzled, but upon closer inspection, she noticed that the girl was breathing rapidly and her face was so red it looked like it could drip water.

"Never mind... never mind, let's wait and see next time. After all, Mr. Knight is wearing a hood... there must be a reason why he can't take it off."

In the end, Yan Youyou backed down.

It's strange that teenagers, who should be fearless and daring, often become timid and take a step back at crucial moments.

Perhaps many years later, when they look back, they will realize with surprise that if they had taken that step bravely back then, the future might have been different.

"Alright then," Jiang Ling smiled helplessly and waved, "I'll be going now, bye-bye."

"Okay, bye-bye... Mr. Knight," Yan Youyou said with a smile and waved her little hand.

Suddenly, she shivered, as if she heard her future self's voice: "You'll regret this..."

But upon closer listening, the night was still a desolate night.

Watching that departing figure, Yan Youyou suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, and a faint voice echoed from the deepest part of her heart, asking:

"So—Mr. Knight, what...is our relationship now?"

PS: Dear player, due to the lack of saving at a key point, you will not be able to achieve the [Yan Youyou 1v1 Jiang Ling Ending].

[Yan Youyou's Single Line] is now closed... if line belike: