What can I say. In terms of subject matter, this book is not suitable for explosion, because it is easy to get bugs if it is written too fast. Now it can be said that there is no obvious problem, the book review area is no less than spray. I thought my mind had stabilized since I wrote the verdict, but I have to admit that I was enraged by some troublemakers. This makes me unstable and not in good condition.
Almost all the explosion of ten thousand words is the result that I face the computer for more than 12 hours every day. Originally because of illness, I planned not to stay up late for half a month. However, during this period of time, the Communist Party has not moved much. It is estimated that the Communist Party will be overtaken this evening.
What else can I say?
Starting tomorrow, continue to write ten thousand words.)
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Is the high priest here?
"Ask her in." Murphy opened her hands, motioned to the maid to put on her nightgown, and nodded.
There was a soft step outside the door, and Murphy knew that the high priest had come in without turning back. Her footsteps are very light and rhythmic, as if with some regularity, which is easy to remember.
After tying the rope in front of the robe, Murphy turned to the high priest with a smile and whispered, "would you like a cup of tea?"
The high priest shook his head and said softly, "no need."
The high priest''s dress is still as simple as ever, but different from the past, the high priest uses a wooden hairpin to coil up his long smooth hair, and the priest''s robe is no longer as white as it used to be. Instead, some complicated and gorgeous stripes are embroidered on the cuff and chest with silver thread, not like flowers, It''s like some kind of writing.
But it''s really beautiful!
There is more grace than ever, at least more like a high priest.
This dress is a bit more gorgeous than the simple pure white priest robe in the past, which immediately sets off the sacred and noble atmosphere of the high priest, and suddenly surpasses the most gorgeous winged queen in Murphy''s memory!
Murphy even has an impulse at this moment to find the most beautiful clothes in the world and let the woman wear them.
The high priest has always been a very simple woman.
Murphy has never seen the kind of ornaments that other women like. She is always dressed in snow-white priestly robes, with long smooth hair, no earrings, no bracelets, no necklaces, soft eyes, that kind of kind smile. Qingshui Hibiscus is naturally beautiful. This kind of natural and soft breath always attracts Murphy unconsciously.
This moment!
Murphy is absolutely certain.
If the high priest put on his gorgeous dress, he would be more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen!
Unfortunately, she''s a godly servant.
Simple and simple life is a part of her practice.
Although the priests of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, could not help eating meat, they could eat meat once a week at most.
Because meat and fishiness carry turbid Qi, just like Taoism advocates vegetarianism. The priests of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, are mostly vegetarian, because eating too much meat will affect their prayer and meditation. But in the adornment, the priests all take the pure white priestly robe as the main, on the body will not wear the redundant adornment. Only in some necessary ceremony, the priests will wear some special ornaments.
Of course, the priests of Kratos are not among them. Spartan soldiers are men who don''t have meat!
Waving to the maids to go down, Murphy looked at the high priest who was very graceful tonight and asked, "don''t you come all night?"
As if not surprised that Murphy knew he had been here, the high priest gently put his hand on his forehead and said slowly, "you say you need strength."
"I''m here for that."
Then the high priest motioned to Murphy to lie down, put his hands on his forehead and chest, and said seriously, "close your eyes and feel the power flowing in your body!"
The power in my body?
Looking at the high priest''s serious expression, Murphy lay down obediently and closed his eyes.
But I still don''t understand.
But he believed that the high priest could not harm himself.
After Murphy closed her eyes, the high priest''s expression was solemn. She drew a complicated hexagon on Murphy''s chest with her long white fingers, and then opened her mouth to sing the obscure and profound ancient sacrifice. It''s a language inherited from the time of the gods, as if with some kind of magic, making the air around a little ripple. Deep syllables reverberate in the room. These syllables have a rapid intonation. When they become a piece, it is like a song mixed with a lot of note changes. At the end, the high priest''s lips moved again, but there was no sound in his mouth, and some kind of note was echoing in the whole room!
Light.
A little bit of brilliance.
The golden light.
A trace of golden light condensed in the palm of the high priest, and then penetrated into Murphy''s body through the tedious patterns.
The patterns embroidered with silver thread on the robes of the priests also began to gather light, which turned into numerous spots scattered around them. The high priest put his finger on Murphy''s chest, which is the center of his heart, and said, "feel, feel with spirit and will."
"The power is in your body. Feel it, understand it, and you can use it. "
Her words seemed to have a special inducing force, just like hypnosis, and Murphy''s mind was suddenly quiet.
Before the confusion of thoughts disappeared, he felt himself into a wonderful state of ethereal.
This kind of state is like the meditation in the western spiritual alchemy. His touch, breath and hearing seem to be blocked by the sense organs of his body, while his whole mind is like the feeling of sinking into the sea again. Sea water will wrap the body, surrounded by darkness, can feel the flow of blood vessels, a slight beating of skin blood vessels, and gradually disappear.
The voice of the high priest sounded in Murphy''s head.
He felt a stab like pain coming from the center of his chest. The pain was very short, less than a few seconds.
Then, in the sense organs, the place where the body was touched by the high priest appeared a glimmer of golden light, which rippled like the rippling water surface, and then spread to the whole body with a point in front of the chest as the center.
It''s warm and comfortable.
It''s how Murphy felt when he was first injured and was treated by the high priest.
But it''s stronger and clearer now than it was then. At the beginning, he was just soaking in warm water, but now Murphy felt like he was in a sauna. He was so warm that he almost came out. It''s hard to explain that feeling in words, just like the pores of the whole body are opened, and then open and close with breathing.
yes!
It''s the feeling of breathing through the pores of the whole body.
But before Murphy could fully grasp and enjoy the feeling, the golden light of spiritual perception began to dissipate.
And the voice of the outside world also entered his mind.
He opened his eyes and saw the high priest standing in front of him, her forehead overflowing with sweat, and her face was slightly tired. Seeing that Murphy had woken up, the high priest gently raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked in a soft voice, "how do you feel?"
"That''s great." Murphy replied as if in retrospect.
When!
As soon as Murphy finished, he realized that it was not good, but it was too late.
The high priest, who had been smiling in the spring breeze before, colded down. She raised her hand, bent her fingers and knocked on Murphy''s skull.
Don''t turn your head, high priest. Don''t talk.
"Light, golden light, rippling like water." Murphy added quickly, then whispered, "I feel comfortable."
The high priest nodded thoughtfully, then set his eyes on Murphy''s pupil. After staring for a moment, she said slowly, "I''ll come every three days. In the future, you can also try the priest''s meditation
"Well." Although I don''t know what the high priest meant, Murphy nodded.
With that, the high priest glanced at Murphy and turned to walk out of the room.
But as soon as she turned around, Murphy hugged her from behind.
This time, it was not the same as before. Perhaps the high priest was familiar with Murphy''s methods. This time, he did not panic or struggle to avoid. She turned around and looked at Murphy with her hands around her slender waist. Seeing Murphy embarrassed all the time, she naturally released her hand and turned to embrace her.
Facing the high priest''s slightly joking eyes, Murphy put out her face, shook her hands and said, "stay with me tonight!"
The high priest chuckled, raised his hand, stroked Murphy''s hair, and shook his head.
Murphy did not give up, and then said: "otherwise, you kiss me?"
When!
The high priest flicked him on the head and said nothing.
Murphy was a little angry.
He knew that a hundred of them were not necessarily the opponents of the high priest. So he grasped the high priest''s little hand and said, "I don''t care! Either you kiss me, or you knock me out before you leave! Or I won''t let go! "
Murphy just said it.
And the forefinger of the high priest''s right hand pressed lightly on his back neck.
Then Murphy''s eyes darkened and she knew nothing. As he slowly lifted Murphy to the bed, the high priest picked up a thin blanket and gently covered him. It was late autumn and the weather was cold. After covering Murphy with a blanket, the high priest, like a virtuous wife, takes off his shoes and covers the corner of his quilt. After that, she took a breath and arranged some messy robes.
The high priest''s stature is tall, the delicate body wrapped by the snow-white priest''s robe is exquisite and elegant, the plump and towering mountains, the slender waist, and the slender and round thighs all show the charm of a mature woman. She gazed at the deep sleep with soft eyes Murphy in the movie seems to think of his rogue words just now, and the corners of his mouth can''t help curving slightly.
The fingers caressed Murphy''s face, and the high priest sighed. Then I don''t know what I think of, her soft face can''t help floating a touch of red.
Then she leaned over slowly
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Is it because of a smooth transition of the plot that?
I''m sorry, I''m in a big mood today. I''ve said too much.
Start tomorrow! I''ll replace it with a new one!!!
Three hundred men with red underpants?
Do you dare to answer it