After being poisoned by her lover

Chapter 165
The river crab was picked up by a slender dancing grass. It rolled its eyes and turned its head to see why this guy suddenly came to provoke it. Could it be that this kind of thing that can only twist itself into twists dares to ride on its own shell? Did you dance? !

The two big eyeballs projected a vicious gaze, but the gaze turned around and suddenly died down. It obediently retracted its long legs that bared its teeth and claws, and even closed the zipper on its mouth.

Ye Zhaoling found that the hard and heavy feeling on her legs disappeared.

Strange.

"Why do you think they released water on you?" Chus asked curiously, propping his chin.

Oh, it turned out that the priest was seated, no wonder the river crab suddenly changed from a bully to a good baby.

As for the priest...

release water?

Compared with the villagers asking other people—or "interrogation", this term is more appropriate. Compared with other people being interrogated, the questions the villagers asked her were really too kind, and it was not even a meal, just like Desserts are just as delicious.

Indeed, water was released on her, and she thought so too.

"Are you asking me specifically?" Ye Zhaoling asked back, "If you really want to know the answer to this question, you should ask Zhen Dizhen Carpenter and Jin Dafu Jin Tailor. Two questions; I'm the one being questioned, and I don't know why they're asking me these weird questions."

Even if she knew, she wouldn't tell the truth on the surface, unless Father Chus used the power of the nobles to force her to speak out.

But he didn't.

Because they all know this answer, it is far from being valued by the nobles.

Chus was silent for a while, then shook his head and chuckled, "Just like you here, there is a special chain of interests among the nobles, how can the villagers who are born in bondage benefit from their own chain of interests?" How about taking care of yourself alone?"

Father Chus, who advocates the truth, can see the essence of the matter at a glance.

"You're right." Ye Zhaoling flattered.

Chuss asked another question.

"So, do you know how to be alone?"

"..." Ye Zhaoling immediately had an answer in his mind, but he couldn't understand the purpose of the priest's question.

"Your expression tells me that you already have the answer, don't you?"

"Yes." Ye Zhaoling nodded solemnly, "Abandoning all interests, you can still be alone."

"When do you think they will abandon all interests?"

Ye Zhaoling shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

"Well, my child," Chus picked up the hand rattle on the table and shook it a few times, "When the cost of persistence is far greater than the cost of giving up, giving up is also an option."

Even though Ye Zhaoling didn't know why Father Chu Si said these things to her, she was keenly aware that these words were more like exhortations than some official scene words——

Advise her to give up.

Let go of a certain obsession.

After Father Chus rang the bell, the church fell completely silent.

They all knew that the priest had something to say.

"The seven-day talk. In the first two days, the children answered the questions raised by the villagers. You have done a good job. Now I want to prepare a gift for you."

"This gift is a wish." Father Chus raised his hand, and an emerald green avocado floated in the air—

Uh, it's actually half an avocado, and it's been split in two, revealing the bright yellow flesh and the round, bare groove in the middle where there should have been a brown avocado pit.

Ye Zhaoling was surprised to find that she also "saw" this half-head-sized avocado!
In the pitch-black world, she clearly found a group of green fluorescent lights floating in mid-air!

I have to say, this thing is really amazing!

"The child who has successfully been recognized can get this avocado from me, don't underestimate it..." Father Chusi flicked the chubby avocado, and the latter opened his small black eyes in the astonishment of everyone , "噗", ejected and started, and finally smashed into the thick fat in the butcher's shoulder.

"It's a little guy who can fulfill human wishes and bring good luck."

Butcher Dao tried his best to add some smiles to his ferocious face, but he was not as good as Jin Dafu in this aspect. He grinned dryly for a long time with his teeth bared.

As for the avocado, it obviously felt very comfortable there, and after finding a comfortable position, it lay there without moving.

After a while, the veins on Butcher's forehead twitched because he heard the snort of the avocado.

This guy!
The knife butcher gritted his teeth and covered it with a napkin.

Just sleep when you sleep, snore when you snore, just don’t catch a cold!

Lin Yikai looked eagerly at the small hill raised under the napkin, this is a good thing in the hands of nobles!Once in a lifetime opportunity!He was bound to think, and couldn't help but ask aloud: "How can we get recognition?"

Father Chusi smiled, and the bright yellow light of the candle cast a afterglow on that holy face: "Each person tells a story, and the six villagers vote one by one to choose their favorite story, and the one with the most votes is the winner."

"If someone has a tie for first place with the same number of votes, I will choose my favorite story and give her the crown of victory."

Ye Zhaoling silently deducted a six in his heart.

Seems like a simple rule, right?
But is it really that simple?It seems that the people who tell the story have more initiative, but the final probability of winning is not determined by the people themselves.

Whether the story is good or bad is still uncertain, and Ye Zhaoling cannot foresee further developments, but she understands that the right to choose is not in the hands of the eleven candidates who tell the story.

The six villagers each have their own preferences, and whoever can accurately grasp their appetites will have a better chance of winning than the others.

Conversely, when someone is favored, someone is not accepted.

"Okay, everyone, get ready. If someone has prepared their own story, you can shake the bell next to you to signal that you are ready and you can start telling the story." Father Chusi looked around, Take a full look at the look on people's faces, "I'm looking forward to your stories."

If possible, Ye Zhaoling would rather be a fly that accidentally flew into the church, or a little mouse that got into the church by going through the wrong mouse hole, so that she would not have to sit here and rack her brains to make up stories!

She is not the material at all!
What kind of story should we make up?horror story?love story?Fairy tales?Does she have difficulty choosing? !
One head and two big!
When did Jesus rise to rescue her? !

(End of this chapter)