[Original God] It's Normal for a Believer to Blaspheme the Gods, Right?

"May the Lord forgive your dirty soul and fall into endless hell." What kind of person would be called a savior? Qi Yan didn't know, but anyway, he definitely couldn't be. He has the blood of evil people, he has no mercy and does not want to have it. What Qi Yan enjoys is people's fearful eyes on him. But he never imagined that one day he would become a compassionate priest. It's really funny. A ray of breeze blew up his long hair, and his hands were stained with blood. He looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss. The gentle sound of the piano filled the air, and under the bright moonlight, the young man was as dazzling as a god. Qi Yan stopped what he was doing and looked at the person in front of him. "I don't like people disturbing me." "Don't come any closer or I will kill you." The voice was extremely indifferent, without any emotion. "This is the sixty-fifth time you have said this to me." "But it's just words every time." He didn't dare to approach like others, he continued to play the music with crooked eyebrows. "..." Qi Yan retracted his gaze and wiped the marks on his body. Yes, he knew that he had said this to this guy many times. But it is difficult to do. Can a person like him have compassion? How ridiculous. Countless nights, multiple ensembles of music, unexpectedly, Qi Yan has become accustomed to it. He, who had never dreamed, began to dream frequently, and without exception they were of the smile of a young man. Probably going crazy. "By the way, I wonder if the priest is willing to grant my little wish." "I want to hear you recite a prayer." "Okay." It's really crazy that he would agree to other people's requests. His long silver-white hair was tied up and he was wearing a robe, making him look more like a priest. Before agreeing, Qi Yan had never taken a serious look at the statues on display. After taking a closer look, they were indeed very similar. As if he thought of something, he curled his lips, and the flower of taboo grew and spread in his heart. The breeze blew across her cheeks, and after Wendy finished playing, there was still no sign of Qi Yan. That guy probably discovered something, he just wanted his good believers to join him completely. Thinking like this, someone gently hugged her waist, and a familiar smell hit her face. But there is less smell of blood than before. "Good evening, my god." The hot breath she exhaled made her feel a little itchy, and Wendy's eyelashes trembled slightly. "I have a great plan to tell you." "It's a blasphemous plan." Reading guide: Main attack tendency, sick mad priest, OOC and many original settings, 1v1, short article (?) No more than 100,000 words (probably) will be updated in the future. Intention: There is light in the heart and a promising future