Chapter 1559 Moderation of Moderation

"You remember the knowledge points very well!"

Professor Fu encouraged Ji Liushuang for the answer she had just given after spending a lot of effort, and then gave her earnest advice.

"But remember that this is just my personal reference opinion, and I haven't experienced enough examples yet."

"Also, although it is not so appropriate to use it here, this skepticism is still quite worthy of recognition."

"Thank you... So you also think that this holy place is a bit inappropriate?"

Although she was praised, Ji Liushuang was obviously a little confused by the inappropriate statement.

But even in this case, she still subconsciously chose the most euphemistic words for this holy place.

"It is really very stylish. Even I seem to feel transcendence, joy, and eternity, and this name... Baishou Holy Hall."

Fu Qian said that he could understand this emotion very well. He even took two steps forward during his praise and gently stroked the falling silver hair with the back of his hand.

"I believe that if it is open to the public, wedding reservations can be easily arranged for several years, right, Mr. Honma?"

At the end of the conversation, Fu Qian's eyes were already on the tester.

...

"That situation is indeed imaginable."

His face was extremely infectious and gentle. From the beginning, Honma, who had been enlightened and obsessive, did not show any displeasure in the face of Fu Qian's evaluation of the temple.

"I even believe that if it can be done, it will be enough to give life a unique meaning and let them feel the incredible beauty--"

The next moment, the speech that was about to become a Buddha on the spot was abruptly stopped.

Because at the same time, a weeping groan sounded in this holy place.

Even along with this heart-stirring sound, strands of sticky liquid fell from the top of the head one after another, splashing all over the long table.

What a blasphemy!

At that moment, the scene in front of him almost forced this idea into everyone's cognition.

The brightness in his eyes finally dimmed a little, and Benjian instinctively looked up at the place where the liquid fell.

On the dome opposite the long table, a slender, white, tree-like limb was stretching out from behind the low curtain.

And among the floating silver threads, you can see more densely packed ones.

All these limbs were stretched along strange angles, like a strange spider that had just woken up.

And the strands of liquid came from a swollen and deformed head surrounded by these tree-like limbs.

Deformed facial features, turbid eyeballs, and even the hair was of different thicknesses, like weeds.

And the liquid also flowed out of the mouth during the burning breath that seemed to be felt visually.

The degree of disfigurement was that even the person involved would find it difficult to recognize himself in the mirror——

"Yian?"

However, the next moment, facing this scene that was ten times more blasphemous, Ji Liushuang, who also looked up, actually uttered a name in a somewhat dazed tone.

…

The girl has good eyesight. She can still recognize it even in this state.

Facing Liushuang's initiative to speak, Fu Qian secretly praised her in his heart.

Of course it was his work.

As the master of dreams, this is our home ground. It is not easy to place a relative.

Although they are both members of the academy, with Professor Yian's style, even Ji Liushuang, a genius of the Canjian Academy, should be disdainful. The two should not be too familiar with each other.

However, in this case, which is comparable to being hit by the unrecognizable kick, Ji can still make some guesses, which can be said to be extraordinary.

"What is that...?"

Unfortunately, as the victim of the incident, Brother Honma was obviously unfamiliar with this name. At this moment, facing this contrasting scene, he was finally stimulated to speak.

Especially the next moment, the slowly stretched limbs had already grabbed the silver silk curtain and slid down bit by bit.

Crystal wet, soft and boneless, the longest limb, the swaying flesh buds on the top had already passed in front of everyone and pressed on the messy table.

…

Such a filthy thing appeared in such a holy place. Even if he vaguely guessed who did it, the young genius of the Sword Academy turned pale at that moment, as if he would vomit at any time.

Um——

Of course, while asking questions, Honma had already vomited.

In front of this overly impactful picture, the power of will began to become insignificant.

"What's wrong? Doesn't this color match well?"

At this time, the source of all evil Fuqian expressed his concern and confusion at the right time, frowning at the tree spider that had already fallen.

The pale skin color is obviously very close to the surrounding color, is it necessary to make the hair white?

While asking such questions, Professor Yian had already dragged his huge body, a long pink tongue fell out of his mouth, and licked the table with his face pressed against it.

Greedy and hungry, this emotion almost turned into substance and rushed around, and the body had already left a long trail like a snail, pointing all the way to the huge holy emblem.

"No——"

A heart-wrenching howl finally broke out from Honma, one of the audience.

Unfortunately, although his emotions were unprecedentedly full, this sound still came to an abrupt end—even by himself.

"I understand... Hehe, what a wonderful scene..."

After a moment of silence, looking at the body that had already climbed onto the emblem and was inflicting the ultimate insult on the Whiteheaded Holy Church, the voice from Honma sounded again.

But this time it was a brand new tone, and a kind of familiar enlightenment appeared in him again.

Staring straight at the direction of the emblem, the picture that was completely unacceptable to him at the last moment suddenly seemed to become the most beautiful picture in the world, bringing indescribable relief.

"What do you think?"

Fu Qian did not interrupt ruthlessly, but turned to test the rest of the audience.

"This guy..."

Ji Liushuang, who witnessed the changes in front of him, even found it difficult to look away for a while, and at the same time tightly grasped the sword in his hand.

"It's already crazy."

After taking a deep breath, she finally made a sharp comment, and even turned her head to look at the Holy Church, as if she had figured out everything in an instant.

"This place does not eliminate desire, it sublimates desire..."

"Just as other victims indulge in pleasure, but Honma gets greater pleasure from restraint, the sanctity of denying this restraint can also bring pleasure..."

"Then it is the denial of sanctity..."

"From the moment the seed is planted, the so-called reason is just the soil of desire, existing only to cultivate pleasure..."

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