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Chapter 130

The missionary is also one of the indispensable helpers around the temple and the archangel. If the missionary makes a mistake, they will generally be punished lightly, just meaning it.

And I heard that this time, just because the teacher had some thoughts that an angel shouldn't have, and didn't really have time to do anything, he was still punished.

The apostles all said that the archangel didn't even give him a chance to reform himself, and couldn't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

And the emissaries who were expelled from the country can also go to other temples to serve, but they cannot come back.

Thinking of the envoy whom he met yesterday but not here today, Ming Shu still felt unreal.

The envoy had a weird attitude towards him, so it's good to leave... But from this point of view, with Zhiyuan's personality, the task is probably more difficult.

Yesterday, under the premise of using Mi Qingxiang, Zhiyuan failed to take a second look at him. This dungeon cannot check the details of the character, and the system does not have a reminder of the favorability.

In his impression, Sang Yin has always liked him, even if he was indifferent on the surface, he would not let him be wronged.

Mingshu lost his mind again in a trance, he didn't sleep well last night, his mind was a little confused, he was thinking about Zhiyuan he met during the day, and worried that Shijiao would be affected by the smell of the fragrance of love.

With the main task in hand, he must be absolutely vigilant, even if his life is not in danger, he must not let anyone discover his demonic characteristics.

Apart from the uneasiness in his heart, Ming Shu's body is also not feeling well. He used to need to fall asleep under the comfort of Sang Yin every night. Even if he didn't do anything, he had to stroke his tail.

He suppressed his anxiety and discomfort, fell asleep in the middle of the night, and took a shower in the morning.

"We must be cautious in our words and deeds in the future," an apostle said anxiously, "The group of apostles who were expelled from the temple...isn't it also an example?"

Because Tianchi was polluted, all the apostles in the West Temple were directly repatriated, and the culprit might not be among them.

In just two days, the apostles had only seen the Archangel once, and they were already afraid and timid towards this harsh and merciless monarch.

Ming Shu listened silently and did not participate in their conversation.

There are a total of six envoys in the temple, four are in charge of the four side halls of the temple, and the remaining two serve the archangel in the inner hall. Now that one is gone, another one can only be transferred from the archangel to fill the vacancy.

The apostles assigned their daily tasks as usual, and the previous envoy was gone, and Mingshu couldn't go to the inner hall either.

His tasks became the most common tasks of watering the flowers, feeding the beasts in the taming garden, etc., and occasionally walking with other apostles.

For five days in a row, the archangel never appeared.

Everything in the temple was in order, and during these five days, there was no movement in the system.

Ming Shu yawned while pruning the flower branches.

The apostle not far away turned to look at him, and asked with concern, "Did you not sleep well these days?"

Ming Shu looked not in good spirits, a small patch of black and blue appeared in front of his eyes, and his light-colored lips seemed a little sluggish.

But this does not affect his appearance at all, on the contrary it makes people feel pity.

"A little bit..." Ming Shu replied vaguely, "I'm fine."

The tasks and "work" of the temple are relatively easy, which is his own reason.

After fixing the flower branches on this side, he opened the system panel and took a look, then put down the scissors: "I'm going to drink some water."

After speaking, Mingshu said goodbye to the apostles beside him, then turned and left.

Instead of going to a place with a water source to drink, he went straight back to his residence and locked the door behind him.

The small transparent wings behind him had expired and disappeared at the last second.

Ming Shu took off his gloves, unbuttoned a button of his collar, fell on the bed and hugged the pillow, not wanting to move.

The tail tied under the clothes was a bit uncomfortable, and he loosened the belt at the same time, the tail broke free from the restraint, and came out of the pants bit by bit.

Ming Shu grabbed the tip of the tail and touched it himself, his cheeks flushed.

He seems to be comforting himself like this... But he is really uncomfortable, and only this way can relieve him a little.

Ming Shu closed her eyes, buried her face deeply in the pillow, and imagined that Sang Yin was still by her side.

But there is always a difference between fantasy and reality. After a while, Ming Shu sat up feeling disappointed and went to the bathroom.

After tidying up again, Ming Shu opened the mall, her eyes fixed.

[Intermediate Wings (Easy to Install) (Extremely Long Time Limit)]

Mingshu remembered that when he read it a few days ago, the product description on the first line was still a low-end wing, which was the kind he used at the beginning.

He didn't buy it, he was worried that the time limit of this kind of body parts could not be superimposed, and it would be a waste to buy it, so he thought about waiting for the expired ones.

As a result, it became an intermediate level today...

The mall will be updated at 0 o'clock every day, Ming Shu is entangled, planning not to go out until evening, hiding in the house and waiting for the items to be refreshed.

Mingshu was not in good condition in the morning, and several apostles saw it. They didn't think much about it when he didn't show up in the afternoon. They thought he was resting because he was not feeling well, so they helped him with the task of watering the flowers.

Waiting until night, after 0 o'clock, Mingshu opened the mall immediately.

[Intermediate Wings (Easy to Install) (Extremely Long Time Limit)]

Now there is no way to wait any longer...Ming Shu had no choice but to buy the wings and paid half of the extra points.

The middle-level wings are much larger than the low-level ones, one side is about as long as an arm, they are still transparent, but thinner, and some feather patterns are beginning to appear on the surface.

It looks more beautiful, but... how can he explain the sudden change of his wings?

The next day, Ming Shu waited until the last moment before opening the door bravely.

Two apostles happened to pass by outside, and they were shocked when they saw a small piece of wings protruding from his side: "You... have you advanced?"

Ming Shu didn't understand the rules of Angel's advanced stage, and looked blankly: "I don't know..."

He told the two apostles that he woke up like this.

The apostle looked envious, did not question Mingshu, and led him to the front hall to find the apostle.

The new envoy from the West Temple looked in his thirties with a friendly face. He carefully looked at Mingshu's new wings: "Advanced overnight... Are you still young? It's really unusual..."

The advancement of an angel is related to many aspects, talent is the most important, as well as character and conduct, which determine whether the nourishment of the temple can be turned into one's own.

The teacher circled around Ming Shu, Ming Shu lowered his head, feeling more and more anxious, afraid of being found out.

The next moment, the teacher said in an admiring tone: "This must be a talent bestowed by God, combined with your own character..."

He praised Mingshu, he must be an extremely pure and kind-hearted apostle from the inside to the outside, to advance in such a short period of time after entering the temple.

Hearing the teacher's words, Ming Shu breathed a sigh of relief, covering up his guilty conscience, his appearance was deceptive to a certain extent, he really looked innocent and ignorant.

Shijiao became even more excited, and immediately wanted to report this matter to the archangel, to make Mingshu the key training object of the temple.

This development was even more beyond Ming Shu's expectations. He clasped his palms, nervous and looking forward to it.

Compared with apostles, envoys are more capable, but Mingshu is not a real angel at all, and knows nothing about it.

He was afraid of being exposed, and wanted to see Zhiyuan.

The envoy was resolute, and he was about to go to the inner hall. Before leaving, he told Mingshu that he could move out of the outer hall and choose a new room of his own in the inner hall.

Ming Shu didn't have to do those tasks like watering the flowers anymore.

After the envoy left, Ming Shu also left the front hall under the envious eyes of all the apostles.

Temporarily muddling through, Ming Shu became an envoy in this way.

Although he advances too fast in the eyes of others, he will be more noticed than before, but as an envoy, he can enter and leave the inner hall at any time and see the archangel.

There was nothing to take away from the original residence, Ming Shu didn't want to wait for a moment, and stepped into the inner hall.

The archangel's whereabouts were uncertain, and Ming Shu didn't dare to run around, so he went around the inner hall and found an empty room.

[Ding dong - side mission released]

After a few days of silence, the system finally released a new task.

[Mission [-]: Give the white rabbits in the animal taming garden the manic medicine exclusive to hell, and release the manic white rabbits from the garden]

(Click to receive mission props:)

The time limit for the task is two days... The description of the manic medicine says hell version, this time the task is the same as polluting the Tianchi Lake, causing panic and confusion.

Mingshu can even imagine that when Shijiao discovers the reason for the rabbit's mania, and learns that there are demons lurking in the temple, he will definitely investigate again...

But the task had to be done, Mingshu didn't receive the props for the time being, and planned to wait until the afternoon or tomorrow during the day to find an opportunity to go to the animal taming garden.

He turned off the system panel, and a strange envoy hurried over from the other end of the corridor.

The envoy had never met Ming Shu, so he thought he was an ordinary envoy from the West Temple, so he handed over the things in his hand: "Send this to the archangel."

Ming Shu quickly took it, and looked down, it was a small box of plaster.

He froze for a moment: "Is the archangel injured?"

The envoy in front of him glanced at him: "Yes, it's been a few days... go as soon as possible, don't waste time."

The archangel's injury, even the few envoys did not know where it came from, it seemed that he had it before he took office.

When the envoy found out, he immediately delivered several kinds of wound medicines. As a result, two days later, the archangel still had a faint smell of blood, which showed that the wound was not healed at all. I don't know if it had no effect or was not used at all.

He didn't want to ask too much, so he had to search for more and better wound medicines everywhere, and one of them would always work.

The original envoy of the West Temple was expelled, and there was only one envoy left beside the archangel. He became even busier and happened to meet Mingshu, so he gave him the medicine.Mingshu responded, asked where the archangel might be, and searched for it with the ointment.

The building in the inner hall is taller and bigger, and there are various overlapping corridors and palaces. Ming Shu almost lost his way. After walking for half an hour, he passed a certain open-air hall, and finally saw a familiar figure inside.

Zhiyuan sat alone on the stone chair in front of the hall, his eyes were lowered, his profile was bathed in the sunlight.

Ming Shu approached and stood below: "Master..."

When he saw Shangzhiyuan's gaze, his heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and he said cautiously: "The envoy ordered me to come and deliver the medicine to you."

Mingshu saw Zhiyuan alone twice, the wings were different, but Zhiyuan didn't seem to notice, or didn't care at all.

He glanced over Mingshu's face and said, "Bring it up."

Mingshu walked up the steps in response, holding a small box of ointment in his hand.

As he got closer, he seemed to be able to feel Zhiyuan's unique aura, even if it was unfamiliar, Mingshu would unconsciously want to get closer, especially after he had endured alone for several nights.

He squeezed the ointment tightly and couldn't help but ask, "Are you... injured?"

Why did he get hurt, who did it, and whether it was serious or not... In a daze, Mingshu wondered again, this is the second time we met, did he leave an impression on himself.

The tip of the tail under the clothes rubbed against the skin, Ming Shu lowered his head and looked away.

Zhiyuan didn't answer, but stood up while leaning on the armrest.

He also didn't take the ointment from Mingshu's hand, but took off his coat, put his slender fingers on the collar, and unbuttoned several buttons.

Ming Shu was caught off guard, his cheeks flushed all of a sudden.

He took a step back, not knowing whether to evade or wait for the order.

Mingshu's expression froze until the collar on one side was pulled open, revealing the scar on his heart.

The location and shape of this wound...is very similar to the knife he stabbed on Sang Yin before he left in the last copy.

The blush on his face hadn't dissipated completely, he looked blankly at the wound on Zhiyuan's body, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes.

The wound has been looking at it for a while, but there is still a trace of blood oozing, as if it has not been properly treated, and the coagulated blood scab is torn again and cannot heal.

Zhiyuan looked at Mingshu, his tone unchanged: "Prescribe the medicine for me."

Mingshu came back to his senses, his amber eyes were a little dazed: "...um."

He took a step closer and unscrewed the cap of the ointment.

Including envoys, serving Zhiyuan is the meaning of the existence of all the angels in the temple. It is reasonable for him to ask Mingshu to apply medicine for himself.

What Mingshu cares about is that this wound is so similar to the wound of Sang Yin in the last dungeon... Will he also retain his memory?

But Zhiyuan looked very cold... If he had memory, he would definitely not be like this.

In order to apply the medicine for Zhiyuan more conveniently, Mingshu took off his gloves, took a little ointment with his fingertips, and applied it gently and carefully on the wound.

His eyelashes are long, like a thick little brush, casting a small shadow on his face.

Zhiyuan was looking at Mingshu, his gaze fell on his face, his delicate facial features and jet-black hair.

The white and smooth forehead was blocked by some broken hair, and it looked normal, let alone any traces of horn growth.