Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Qiu Ci was upset at Jiang Yuan's insane partiality and the sinister look of a certain executive officer. He had nothing to say and could only leave in a huff.

Jiang Yuan wondered: "What happened to Cici?"

Yu Du: “I don’t know.”

Now only Yu Du is left, and Jiang Yuan is too lazy to act, so he can finally relax.

After this round of hardships, the wound on the bottom of his foot has not healed yet. Now that it has calmed down, the tearing pain surges in like a wave, making him feel the pain tormented.

It is true that the Son of God has a strong physique, but this does not affect his sense of pain. On the contrary, his sense of pain is very acute. In order to calm the believers who are watching the live broadcast, Jiang Yuan has always appeared relaxed.

But now, I really don't want to endure it anymore.

"I'm tired and too lazy to walk. I'll take a rest." Jiang Yuan made up an excuse and walked to the nearest bench, ready to sit down and play.

However, just as he took a step, his knees went weak, the small gourd swayed, his snow-white hair flew up, and then his whole body was suspended in the air, and he was picked up horizontally from behind.

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at Yu Du: "What is this for?"

Yu Du: "It will be easier if I hold the master."

Jiang Yuan said unhappily: "Do you think I'm a delicate little girl?"

Yu Du asked, “Is it okay?”

Jiang Yuan collapsed like a pile of mud and said shamelessly: "Of course you can!"

With such good servants serving you, who would want to walk by themselves?

This lazy guy took advantage and pointed to the pile of bags at the door: "Xiao Yu'er, come on, take your luggage and I'll take you to see my bedroom."

"Ah."

Just like that, Yu Du, with a few bags of discounted clothes hanging in his left hand, a few bags of takeout hanging in his right hand, and a delicate master in his arms, walked out of the church from the back door under the gaze of the saints.

Walking on the stone slabs covered with dark green moss, passing through the long and ancient stone arch corridor, accompanied by the sound of cool rain, Yu Du followed the instructions of the host and came to the back hall of the church.

This is a two-story building, surrounded by withered ivy vines and decorated with a simple spire. The dining hall is in the center of the first floor, and there are more than a dozen rooms on the east and west sides. They were originally places for clergy serving in the church to rest and live.

But after Jiang Yuan's invasion, it underwent some simple modernization modifications and became the staff dormitory of the Dharma Ending Church.

Most of the believers live here as a temporary place to stay. The small rooms are single or double rooms, while the larger rooms are directly converted into large bunk beds.

The lighting for this game mainly relies on candles and kerosene lamps. Since they are props, there is no need to worry about consumption. Now many rooms are lit with warm lights, and it is noisy and looks quite homely from a distance.

However, Jiang Yuan does not live here.

Originally, the believers wanted him to stay in the priest's room, which was the largest suite in the entire apse.

However, no one knew what Jiang Yuan was thinking at the time. He might have had a second-year syndrome or he had some special hobby. He refused to live in the luxurious big suite and instead occupied the gravekeeper's small stone house.

He converted the large suite into a large dormitory bed, and asked the old man who guarded the grave to be the chef in the cafeteria, stewing all kinds of indescribable mysterious porridge for the believers every day. The nutritious porridge received a lot of negative reviews.

The small stone house is located in the cemetery at the back of the church, in the middle of a large area of ​​inverted crosses. In the most common sense of the public, it is a very unlucky place.

"despair--"

"despair--"

"despair--"

In the never-ending rain, the sound of steady footsteps could be heard.

The withered branches with bared fangs and claws are looming in the mist.

Deep in the rain, Yu Du hugged someone and Jiang Yuan held an umbrella for him.

Under the umbrella, two figures, one black and one white, overlap and stroll leisurely in the cemetery.

Jiang Yuan, wearing a pair of burnt denim shorts, swung his calves, hummed a song, and took a stroll in the eerie cemetery filled with death and ominousness as if it were a riverside park on the side of the road.

Nestled in Yu Du's warm and solid arms, the fatigue brought by the game was swept away, and the Son of God felt as comfortable as a giant baby.

He even greedily thought that it would be better if this road could be a little longer.

Little did he know that before he thought of this, the long-haired young man had already quietly slowed down his pace, so slow that even the ants passing by couldn't help but complain.

However, no matter how slowly I walked, this section of road was only about a hundred meters in total, and I eventually finished it.

A lonely stone house appeared as a small figure in the fog.

The house was very small, made of stacked gray and dark brown stones, with two small windows on the wall and a chimney on the triangular roof. It was as simple as a child's drawing.

Jiang Yuan pressed the special fingerprint lock on the door, and the wooden door opened. A slight musty smell that had been sealed for days wafted into his face.

In this game world, time is in a fixed cycle, so even if you leave for three years, the things here will not age due to the passage of time, and even the smell of damp and mold is within a reasonable range.

The furnishings in the house were simple and everything was in plain sight, no different from when Jiang Yuan left for the last time.

There was a single iron bed, a set of simple tables and chairs, a stove for boiling water and heating against the wall, a washbasin next to it, and a few rough wooden cabinets for storing sundries. Apart from these, there was nothing else. All the things were neatly arranged, and there was almost no trace of private matters.

It is hard to imagine that this was the residence of the powerful cult leader in reality and in the game.

As Yu Du walked in, a few bubbles containing sparks lit up the kerosene lamps and candles throughout the house, and the cottage suddenly became more lively.

The young man carefully placed his master into a single wooden chair. His solemn and gentle gesture was like a knight escorting the prince he was protecting to the throne.

Then he bent over and took off his master's shoes.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand: "That's not necessary, I can do it myself."

Yu Du said calmly, "Heal the wound."

Without further ado, the slender five fingers with distinct joints pinched Jiang Yuan's slightly dirty ankle and gently took off his white canvas shoes.

Jiang Yuan: "The injury this time is not serious, and he has almost recovered... Alas!"

Yu Du frowned: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuan pressed down on Yu Du's shoulder and struggled, "Itchy, hahahaha, you're pinching my ticklish spot!"

No one had ever touched the soles of the Son of God's feet since he was a child. When Yu Du suddenly pinched them, they immediately became sensitive and itchy, so much so that he laughed out loud.

Yu Du then released his thumb and avoided the ticklish spot on Jiang Yuan's sole. He repeatedly confirmed that the injury on his master's foot had completely healed before he felt relieved.

Yu Du: "Wait for me."

Seeing Xiao Yuer stand up, Jiang Yuan didn't know what he was thinking about. He felt a little empty in his heart and said absentmindedly:

"it is good."

Yu Du first lit the pile of wood in the stove, and the room immediately became warm. Then he picked up the brass kettle on the stove, filled it with water in front of the sink, put it on the stove to boil water, and then took out the wooden basin under the sink and filled it with some cold water.

Then he took out a spare towel from the cupboard.

The executive was busy in the room, methodical and orderly, and every step was perfect.

But the problem is, it's too perfect.

Too perfect.

Jiang Yuan slumped in the chair, tapping the armrests rhythmically with his fingers. Looking at the busy back of the young man, the smile in his eyes gradually cooled, replaced by an elusive complex emotion.

"---beep--beep--beep--beep--"

The brass kettle hummed as it boiled.

The hot water rushed into the wooden basin, creating ripples on the water. The hot steam dispersed the damp and musty smell in the house.

After adjusting the water temperature, Yu Du placed the wooden basin on the ground, squatted down, and used a newly opened cotton towel to wipe the blood and dirt off the soles of his master's feet.

He carefully wiped his master's bare feet with a towel, while Jiang Yuan sat on the wooden chair, squinting his eyes comfortably, enjoying the attentive service of the devout servant.

The hot mist danced and swirled upwards like elves.

In the warm and peaceful atmosphere, even a sense of tranquility, Jiang Yuan spoke, breaking the silence.

"Little fish."

Yu Du looked up: "Yeah."

"I haven't been back for three years, and I almost forgot that there are spare towels here." Jiang Yuan thought:

"But you seem to be very familiar with this room. You took it out directly from the second compartment of the cupboard."

The tall body of the black-haired young man froze and his hands stopped moving.

Jiang Yuan tilted his head and asked curiously, "Have you been here before?"