Give Me the Name of God

　　 The blood slid down the base of the tongue into the throat, not as difficult to swallow as imagined, even somewhat sweet.

　　 Manda can feel the blood flowing in the esophagus, slowly flowing into the stomach, and slowly infiltrating every cell of his own.

　　 This feels so wonderful, as if the body is exploding with some kind of power.

　　 Manda belched a full burp and turned to look at the earl.

Count 　　 stared at him with a dozen eyes.

　　 looked at each other for a while, the count's face became more and more ugly, and the fate of God gave a reminder again.

　　 "At least pretend, do you want to kill yourself?"

What does 　　 look like? Is there anything wrong with the way it is now?

　　Manda suddenly remembered something. Quinta once told him that drinking Tifeng’s blood would make people feel very painful, like being burned by fire.

　　 But his current expression obviously has nothing to do with pain.

　　To do a full set of play, he almost forgot the last step of the 25-year plan.

　　 Under the earl’s gaze, Manda hurriedly covered his stomach, frowned and said: "It's painful..."

　　 "It's acting like a little more!" The Fate God kept reminding him.

　　 "Too painful!" Manda groaned loudly, lying on the ground.

　　 "Like a little more!"

　　 "I, it really hurts to death! It's true!" Manda began to roll all over the floor.

　　 Such poor acting skills make Manda feel that he is very useless, but he seems to have deceived the earl.

　　 The earl’s attention was not concentrated, as if he was suffering from greater pain. He waved his hand and summoned two priests, motioning them to carry Manda out of the temple.

When I came to the temple gate and saw Manda struggling in pain, everyone cheered. Quinta put her hands on her chest and said to herself: "I don't know if I should be grateful for you or be sorry for you. In short... good."

　　 Earl also walked out, everyone immediately stopped and bowed their heads respectfully.

　　 Sphinx stepped forward, saw the sweat on the earl’s face, and asked softly:

　　 "My lord, is everything going well?" She didn't care about Manda, but she didn't think Earl was right.

　　 The earl did not speak, but nodded slightly.

　　 "Which path did he follow?" She wondered what kind of monster Manda would become.

　　 Earl still didn't speak, he shook his head, saying that Typhon had not given a clear will.

　　 This is normal. Some people have different talents. After the sacrifice is completed, they will immediately know where they belong. She is one of them, and the three-headed dog Leonde is also one of them.

　　 Some people are extremely talented. Long after the sacrifice, they still don't know who the new natal **** is. More than half of the people in the valley are the result of this, and she thinks Quinta is one of them.

　　 Seeing that the earl’s lips were bloodshot, the Sphinx asked with concern: "Are you hurt? Did that idiot offend the god?"

　　 "Why do you have so many questions?" The earl finally spoke, but his voice was so vague that he couldn't distinguish, and his lips were shaking violently, which seemed extremely angry.

　　 Sphinx didn't dare to ask any more, seeing the earl's finger pointing at Manda, she quickly grabbed Manda in her hand and flew him to the castle.

　　According to the usual practice, the earl should give a speech at this time, announcing that Manda has officially become a member of the believers.

　　 But he didn't say much, he just made a gesture to signal everyone to leave. He lifted up his cloak and turned it into bright red wings. He quickly passed the Sphinx and flew directly into his room.

　　 He quickly closed the window, locked the door, and spit out a big mouthful of blood into the pool in the house.

　　 He picked up a silver hand mirror from the table, stuck out his tongue and looked at it for a while.

　　 Half of the tongue was scorched, and the other half was bloody. This is the reason for his vague tone. Since divination of Manda's blood, his tongue has been suffering from cutting and burning.

　　 As for Manda's natal god, he didn't distinguish it. The moment he touched the blood, his tongue instantly lost consciousness.

　　 But he can't tell Manda all this, it is related to his status and majesty.

　　 He wanted to give Manda a reasonable explanation, and he had to endure tremendous pain and calmly complete the whole sacrifice.

　　 Except for his vague tone, he barely showed any flaws, even when it hurts the most, he just shakes his lips.

　　 This is the capital of the strong, this is the force of the king. As the master of the valley, everyone has seen the glory of the king, but it is difficult to understand what he has undertaken behind his back.

　　 Manda, who was sent into the room, continued to pretend to be suffering. According to Quinta, such suffering would last at least one day and one night.

　　 It doesn’t hurt to pretend it hurts. It’s not an easy task. Struggling, rolling, moaning, screaming, every movement consumes much energy.

　　 persisted for an hour, the exhausted Manda gave up the performance, and his thoughts drifted away.

　　 He was recalling the process of sacrifice, recalling the instructions of the **** of life.

　　Which **** is he? Why are you so proactive? Whose blood did you drink? Will it become a monster?

　　 Various thoughts hovered in his mind, guiding Manda to sleep.

　　 He had a very strange dream. He dreamed that his body was floating in the air, from his feet to his head, nine tick marks were drawn.

　　 Nine scale lines divide the body into eight grids. The first grid is on the top of the head, filled with bright red blood, which occupies about a quarter of the first grid.

　　 "Congratulations, you have entered the ranks, you are my believer."

　　 Very strange dream, but Manda sleeps very sweetly.

　　 Waiting for Manda to wake up, Quinta, who had been guarding the bed, asked with concern: "How is it, did you succeed?"

　　 Manda showed an evil smile, got into the bed, and hooked her finger at Quinta. Quinta looked around, and got into Manda's bed with embarrassment.

　　 This is a very dangerous move. The earl has a hundred eyes, and the entire valley is under his gaze.

　　 If the earl finds that Manda is in intense pain and does such indescribable things with Quinta, with his suspicious temperament, it is very likely that Manda will be killed immediately.

　　Ke Manda was so lucky. The Earl’s pain was more serious than when he took the blood of Typhoon. For two days, he did not get out of bed, most of the time was in vomiting and coma, and there was no time to monitor Manda.

　　 Two days later, the earl finally got out of bed. He called Manda to see his condition.

　　 According to Quinta's description, during the two days, Manda was mostly in a coma. This is normal behavior, and the earl did not go into it.

　　 It's just that there is no obvious change in his body, which surprised the earl.

　　 has such a special blood, why didn't he show amazing talent? Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in this young man's body?

　　 Earl showed rare patience, he decided to give Manda a task-to dispose of his corpse.

"I told you that I have an agreement with the Claudesai family. It has lasted for decades. They can hand over the death row of the family to me to deal with, but they must keep the secrets of the valley and do not allow any People are close to the valley.

　　 For so many years, we have been strictly fulfilling the agreement. You have been in the valley for four days. I should send your body outside the valley, so..."

　　 So you want to kill me?

　　 Manda's heart tightened, UU reading www.uukanshu.com instinctively took two steps back.

　　 "I smell that smell again, the power hidden in you," the earl took a sip of water. He wanted to tease Manda for a while, but his tongue still hurts. He didn't want to say too much.

　　 "Don't be so nervous, I won't hurt you, but you have to do it yourself. Go to Ms. Portia and let her find a suitable corpse for you."

　　 Let her find a corpse for me? What a profound sentence.

　　 Manda didn't ask any more. He didn't want to stay in the earl's room. He learned that Portia did not live in the castle, but lived in a cave on the cliff. Manda first thought of the Sphinx.

　　 "You take me to fly, just pick a corpse, it won't take up too much time for you."

　　 Sphinx smiled and pinched Manda’s cheek: "Little guy, do you think of me as a flying carriage?"

　　 "You don't have a carriage..."

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Sphinx kicked Manda in the face, then took him to the window, "Answer me a question, and if I get a wrong answer, I will throw you down. I have A flower that always blooms in all seasons and never fades. Do you know where it is?"

　　 "On your belly, there is a birthmark like a wild flower."

　　 "It's not a wild flower, it's a tulip!" Sphinx kicked Manda again. "How do you know?"

　　 "I saw it when you were transformed, it was beautiful."

　　 When saying this, Manda's face was pure and pure as a piece of white paper.

　　 Although this is not the correct answer, Sphinx was in a good mood. She sent Manda to the entrance of the cliff cave. Of course, it was only to the entrance of the cave.

　　 "You have to rely on yourself when you go back. I hate the smell of corpses."