Chapter 365 Luo Jia: I Will Pray for You

early morning.

Miss Luojia's shop.

The morning of late autumn was particularly cold. Before dawn, the light blue wooden sign in front of the door was covered with a light layer of white frost. Miss Luojia’s shop was located next to the waterfront, but the riverbed was also frozen, making it hazy. The ground was illuminated by orange light.

Last night's chaos has ended, and the city's lockdown is being implemented in an orderly manner.

Looking out through the window lattice, there is no one on the street outside the shop. There are only the Sanin path covered with maple leaves, the river bed as white as a mirror, the morning mist on the water bank, and the autumn light wrapped in the maple leaves and the morning mist on the river bed.

"Meow meow meow."

Xiao Hei sat on the roof with her arms akimbo proudly, looking at her world - the Holy City of Chaos. She raised her neck with satisfaction and meowed loudly. After a while, the sun in Awad came out of her eyes.

That is the great sun of Awadh, Mr. Ansu who is worthy of the people’s respect.

Having just been woken up, he rushed out of the room, picked up a pebble from the courtyard, then looked at the sky and said, "Damn Keycap Guy." Then he threw the pebble into the sky, and soon he saw The little black guy on the roof burst out with a burst of bright light, and then fell down.

"Meow--!"

With the physique of a saint, he is also very efficient when it comes to loving cats.

"This is the Crying Saint sent by the Theocratic State of Humanity. She has been meowing over Awad, infringing on the people's sovereignty to sleep." Mr. Ansu, the big sun of Awad, turned to face Arthur, the second sun. , Big Moon Liszt said, "I have tolerated her for a long time."

Arthur and Liszt both clapped, feeling proud of Awad's background.

After completing the daily cat-loving activities, Ansu showed a satisfied smile. He stretched slowly. After a night of recovery, all the wounds on his body had healed. After the blood scabs fell off, the skin looked like Newly fair and smooth.

Ansu felt that he was also a sports student. No matter how injured he was, he could just lie down on the bed for a while and be fine.

Last night's trial of the Seven Gods had tormented Ansu quite a lot.

But the results are also quite fruitful.

After this battle, with the glorious blessing of the Seven Gods' public election, his status as a preselected member could no longer be shaken, and his support rate in Awadh soared to 15%, ranking fifth among the total candidates. And this upward trend has not stopped yet.

Chaos Prison, Tribunal District, and Chaos Walled City were also completely captured by Ansu.

The Chaos Prison is managed by Luo Xiaohei, who can provide Ansu's team with well-spoken talents. The Tribunal District and Chaos Walled City continuously supply the "Fallen Angel" first air transport troops, and the "Flower Fairy" second air force The losing troops have also been put into production today and will soon be used in actual combat.

Under the effect of the Holy Light's Hydrophobia, the sales channel of the Blood-Bleeding Ice City was completely opened, and the entire citizens of Awad went crazy for the ice.

Miss Luojia is in charge of production, while Liszt and Arthur promote it as the idols of Yue'er and Yoko, providing Ansu with a steady stream of political funds. Last night alone, the sales volume reached 50,000.

With the expansion of the air transport force, the two complement each other, and sales will increase exponentially in the next two days.

Whether it is polls, funds or talents, Ansu has developed in an all-round way and is the hottest rising star in Awad politics.

Despite this, Ansu still did not let down his guard.

Chaotic general elections only happen once every few decades, and this time the list of candidates is the best in Awad in tens of thousands of years. Even someone with a top-notch sense of humor, such as Madam Smiling, the leader of the Rainbow Elf Party who controls the largest correct faction in the Theocracy, would not be ranked on this list.

And more importantly, Miss Enya.

No news yet.

He made such a big fuss yesterday that the whole of Awad heard about his name 'Ansu'. It stands to reason that Miss Enya would also know his whereabouts.

But the fact is that there is still no news about the maid lady.

Even if Ansu sent out all the fallen angels in the city to search, they still couldn't find him.

Under the dim autumn light, Ansu frowned slightly. He had too many doubts that he could not figure out and he shook his head. In any case, the official election will begin at dusk today.

All the answers will be waiting for him at the end of the long ladder of destiny.

But until then, just do your best.

Before the election begins, Ansu must adjust his energy, body and even soul to the best state, not only for himself but also for the whole world.

——"So is this the reason why you went back to sleep?"

A cold female voice with a hint of dissatisfaction sounded from the side.

"Mr. Ansu, you can't sleep in."

Luojia opened Ansu's bed with a splash - Ansu had just gone to the courtyard to make love to Luo Xiaohei, and then retreated into his bed - the little saint was wearing a snow-white pleated skirt, matching her Wearing small brown leather shoes and short white socks, her slender white calves were wrapped with decorative red rope ribbons. She stood beside Ansu's bed, frowning dissatisfied, and wrapped the bed around Ansu's body. Pull apart.

She said:

“The chapel bells are ringing, and the Holy Maiden is also tolling, so it’s time for morning prayers.

"As a glorious saint, you should pray and pray with me."

"Instead of lying under the covers."

The little saint is worthy of being a little saint, an top student among top students, serious and meticulous, and even in a chaotic country, she still does not forget her daily morning prayers.

Why was he reborn as Naraku, and Zaoba?

The bed was opened, and the cold autumn wind came in all of a sudden. Ansu yelled in dissatisfaction.

"I'm a patient and need to rest."

He didn't lie.

Last night, for the sake of good results, he sacrificed half of his blood and was hit by Madam Smile's iron fist. If it were someone else, he would have died on the spot; but Ansu is a sports student, so he can just lie on the bed, but the premise is that he has to lie on the bed.

In the world of Naraku, even demigods have to sleep.

Holy light can repair the body, but it cannot repair the spirit. Sleep can soothe the restless spirit and repair the loss of mental power. Ansu suffered the most mental loss yesterday after being watched by the seven mother goddesses.

"Tonight is the election. All the necessary preparations have been made. The only thing we need to do is to adjust our state." Xiaosheng said righteously, "So this is not an ordinary late sleep, but a meritorious late sleep."

"Well," Miss Luojia tilted her head and looked at Ansu in the quilt, "I admit that what you said is a bit perverse."

"It's good that you know, let's go."

Ansu nodded like a teachable child and urged, "By the way, give me back the quilt. It's freezing."

"You just opened your mouth and said a quilt. How determined are you to say this?"

Miss Luojia shook her head and imitated Ansu's words yesterday, "The words 'give you back the quilt' have such a heavy weight. You are really thinking about yourself."

"But, I really." Ansu stared at Luojia expressionlessly, "It's very cold."

The coldest thing in the world is not the ice and snow, but the moment when the quilt that has just been warmed up is plundered inhumanely. The coldness of the body is only secondary, and the nakedness of the soul is bone-deep.

"No matter what." Luo Jia looked at An Su. As an excellent student, she couldn't bear to see An Su's appearance. "In my home, we must pray in the morning. I have also performed a prayer ceremony every morning in the past two days."

"But I am a wounded soldier and must be in bed." An Su muttered.

"In that case."

Luo Jia sighed, her snow-white and clear eyes were serious and clean, and she said coldly:

-"Then you can pray in bed."

Do you know what you are talking about?

The girl below?

An Su stared at Luo Jia expressionlessly, but saw that the little saint had a serious and dignified expression, without a trace of filth in her eyes, and her tone was plain and natural, as if she was talking about something natural and reasonable.

"Can I pray in bed?" An Su widened her eyes.

"Of course, how can glory be such an inconvenient thing?"

Luo Jia nodded affirmatively.

"No matter where you are, when it's time to pray in the morning, you can't stop praying. As long as you have a sincere heart at all times, the goddess will not care about the form."

"As long as the sacredness in your heart is not bound, you don't need to care about the secular eyes."

The little saint explained with a serious face:

"You can pray in the quilt, you can pray in the corridor, you can pray at the dining table, you can pray in the square, you can pray while eating, you can pray while reading, and you can even pray while walking."

I am an all-terrain prayer master.

An Su's face was full of black lines. He was now sure that Luo Jia didn't know anything at all.

". You really don't know anything. An Su, you annoying Mr. An Su."

Luo Jia looked at An Su's confused look and thought that this little born slept late every day and skipped every morning service in the church. It is estimated that he has never prayed devoutly. She sighed helplessly,

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"If you still don't know how to pray, I can help you."

"." An Su also sighed, "How can you help me?"

When it comes to this, Luo Jia instantly becomes proud. She puts her hands on her waist and raises her head, saying in a delicate and proud voice,

-"I can teach you to pray."

You even taught someone else!

Do you have it?

I asked, do you have it, the saint below?

"If you say you don't want to pray, then don't pray." An Su turned over. He felt that his proud Chu Nan craftsmanship was greatly insulted. "I don't pray in the quilt. You can take this quilt. It's useless anyway. I'd rather freeze to death."

"What prayer? It's all deceptive feudal superstition. It's useless."

He wrapped his clothes tightly, huddled on the bed, closed his eyes, and had to sleep for tonight's election.

An Su's mental strength was still very exhausted. After experiencing the trial last night, his spiritual world also ignited a fire. Just like the last coronation, the eyes of the gods tore the old sky apart, revealing a pale and dead sky.

Ansu felt a little cold, but it was not his body that felt cold, but his soul. After facing the illusion of the world being destroyed and reborn, the dead and empty coldness of the stars, which was the end of all fates, still remained in Ansu's soul. His shoulders trembled slightly.

The late autumn sun had risen, but it was still freezing cold.

After a while, Ansu felt that he couldn't feel that cold anymore.

It wasn't because Luojia returned the quilt. In fact, no matter how thick the cotton wool was, it couldn't cover the bone-chilling pain of the soul.

But the quilt did cover Ansu again, and then Ansu heard the sound of small leather shoes falling to the ground. A light, gentle, cat-like creature got into the quilt behind Ansu. . Ansu could feel the slightly cool, delicate frosty skin against her back. She could feel the fabric of the pleated skirt, the smooth curves of her fair calves, and the spinning touch of the red rope flower belt.

Also has a warm white flavor.

"Luojia?" Ansu asked.

"Don't look back." A voice trying to maintain calm came from behind, as soft and soft as cotton candy, "It's Luo Xiaohei."

"Then just think of it as a kitten." Ansu said.

"Are you still cold now?" the kitten behind asked.

"One more thing." Ansu replied.

The white catkin gently wrapped around the young man's neck and placed its warm breath on Ansu's chest, and the cat asked again: "What now?"

"It's not bad." Ansu nodded, "That's not bad. That's it."

That's fine.

The era of chaos is about to fall, and the chaotic election is about to begin, but this is not bad. In the last ten hours of waiting, it is not bad to have such an early morning;

The sun is just right, the wind is not cold, Luo Xiaohei has also calmed down, the rime on the wooden windows has melted, the warm white autumn light jumps on the clear river bed, refracting the bright brilliance like a kaleidoscope, and is named Luojia The little kitten was waiting behind Ansu. Even if the world was going to be destroyed today, it would not be a bad thing to have such a morning.

"Daily prayer must continue."

The little saint said softly, very seriously, "Just listen to what I teach you. I have been praying like this these days. If it stops for one day, there will be no effect. This is the only thing I can do. ”

So Ansu nodded, and he stopped refuting.

On the last day of late autumn, in the last twenty-four hours of chaos, when the autumn light filled the sky, those white catkins wrapped around Ansu's neck, and the fingertips came together from Ansu's chest. Finally closed.

His slightly moist breath steamed in the slightly cold air, tickling Ansu's neck.

And in Ansu's ears came the cold and sacred whisper of the little saint's prayer. The voice was like spring snow, "Brilliant grace. Pure white holiness."

"The goddess of truth and light."

"Lorgafast offers you my sincere prayers."

"All blessings be to you, all holiness be to you."

"May the glorious blessing be sent down from your white kingdom——"

"Give blessing to the lost world, and give blessing to Ansu Morningstar."

"Give him a glow that will never dim."

"Please bless him."

The cat held Ansu gently, and she prayed to the goddess. This was her daily routine. On a cold autumn morning, when dawn has just broken in the sky and the church bells are ringing, stepping out of the warm bed, stepping on the morning dew, and going to the church to pray devoutly, this is what is called "Logar Fas" Special' things that girls do.

Even if it may be useless, it is still something she has been doing.

Feeling the temperature behind him, Ansu felt that such a morning was very good. He wanted to take back his words. Going to church and pray occasionally was not such a bad thing.

After returning to Nai, he would go to breakfast.

It's not a bad morning like this, just keep it like this.

After the cat finished praying, they stayed like this, doing nothing, quiet and warm, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

The autumn sun casts the parasol trees outside the window, and the chaotic shadows of the trees ripple with the wind along with the light blue curtains, and then calm down again. If the breeze outside the window hadn't moved the white clouds in the sky, the entire autumn would have been like a still painting. .

"By the way, Mr. Ansu."

I don’t know how long it took, but Ansu heard a calm and soft voice coming from behind:

"The 'Song of Songs Sylvia' lady you called in your dream yesterday."

——"Who is it?"

For some reason, Ansu felt cold even though he was covered with a quilt.

Compared with yesterday's trial,

It was still cold to be stared at by those seven esoteric mother goddesses.