Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

Canaan held his breath slightly, his eyes surging rapidly in the waves, causing endless shocks.

The hands holding the young man gradually opened and closed, and tears flowed into the palms along the lines, feeling both cold and hot.

Qi Sui thought he hadn't understood yet, so he was going to repeat it again.

"Canaan, the person you are sacrificing is none other than -"

The rest of the words were blocked between his lips and teeth, the wetness of tears filled the air, and thin raindrops began to fall outside the stilted building.

Qi Sui pushed the person, still crying, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it coaxing you? It's better to coax with your mouth than to coax you with your mouth." Canaan said.

"..."

Qi Sui couldn't cry anymore.

It ruined the atmosphere he had been brewing for so long.

The young man flexed his fingers and stroked away the wet marks from the corners of his eyes.

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped all the tears from his face.

He said every word with utmost seriousness:

"Suisui, the god that the Miao tribe has believed in for thousands of years is not you. They worship you and pray for peace for thousands of years. This is their wishful thinking.

Human beings' ignorance makes them stagnate in feudal superstition. They offered sacrifices to the gods, but never asked the gods if they were willing. "

Qi Sui's lips hurt a little, and his eye sockets were sore and swollen.

He struggled: "But they sacrificed for me, I -"

"You know nothing, the divinity is still there. What was sacrificed was a lifeless painting. It was their ignorance, not you."

Canaan leaned over and hugged the boy into his arms, hugging him very tightly, almost rubbing him into his bones and blood.

"And if it was you who I sacrificed in the first place, then I would be willing to do so."

"You know nothing about this matter. They should not become a fetter for your random thoughts. You are not wrong. Did you hear that? You are not wrong."

He was not wrong.

Yes, he was obviously not wrong.

Qi Sui was successfully brainwashed, and then he realized something was wrong.

"How do you know me……"

The rest of the words were blocked again, and Qi Sui was so dizzy from being kissed.

His feet went weak and he was lifted up and leaned against the wall behind him.

"Canaan, I haven't finished speaking yet..."

It seems that I forgot something.

The raindrops under the eaves flowed down the tiles and pattered in the wooden basket outside the stilted building.

It was so quiet that only the sound of kisses filled the air.

The ends of Canaan's eyes turned red, and he made room to breathe, anxious and confused.

"Are you done coaxing me? Are you hungry? I made your favorite glutinous rice dumplings and took you to eat them."

As he said that, he took his hand and prepared to go down.

"Don't eat."

Qi Sui grabbed his collar and was suffocated by the kiss. He swallowed intermittently, and it took him a long time to recover.

"You, and I, let's go into the house..."

Canaan hugged the young man's limp body and kissed his ear lowly, as if comforting and possessing, "Okay."

The rain in Miaojiang fell quickly and urgently. There was a muffled thunder and big raindrops pattered down on the stilted building.

As if the sky had been penetrated, the rain was not slow but fast. It showed no sign of letting up in the middle of the night, and the temperature inside the house was still boiling hot.

The silver bells on my ankles kept ringing one after another.

Qi Sui was in a daze, so dizzy that he couldn't find the north or the south.

Suddenly I regretted why I had taken such initiative just now.

"Canaan...I, I haven't finished speaking yet—"

The young man pinched his red earlobe, his voice was hoarse, "What do you want to say? It's not possible anymore, slow down?"

"No, it's not..."

Qi Sui's face turned red and he covered his numb lips.

The hands clinging to his back drew dazzling blood marks.

"I want to say that I did something wrong. You said...well, you wanted to destroy the ancestral hall. Then your brother and...Canaan, please listen to me!"

"Ah."

Canaan stopped, panting and leaned on the young man's shoulder. His lips brushed the corners of his eyes where tears were falling and licked them away.

"Don't blame yourself. My brother died due to the ignorance of the Miao people. My grandmother also died due to the ignorance of the Miao people. You are also a victim.

Suisui, I don’t blame you, you don’t need believers. If you really need it, one of your followers will be enough. "

"……Um."

Qi Sui gasped violently, and as soon as his tears came out, they were immediately put into the boy's mouth. He was choked until he felt faint and heavy.

He had a dream.

Thousands of years ago, when he was still the God of War, he quarreled with Chu Ci and left the Changqi Palace. He descended to the earth and came to the Three Thousand Realm and encountered an ancient village.

The towering four-image sculpture occupies half of the cliff, and countless evil spirits have devastated the Miao tribe into disgrace.

Afterwards, Qing Yun slashed with his sword, and all the evil spirits were dispersed.

Before he left, he created an illusion of the altar collapsing and saved a young man——

A Miao boy who looks exactly like Canaan.

But he was neither happy nor angry, and his pupils were blurred, as if he were a walking corpse whose consciousness was being controlled by someone.

Immediately, a silver bell was put into his palm.

Now that I think about it, the reason why the Miaojiang plane is an abandoned plane is probably because this plane was not under the jurisdiction of Heaven from the beginning.

——He has his own real master.

-

Qi Sui fell seriously ill and lay in bed for several days, sleeping in a daze. He didn't have a fever or any obvious symptoms.

He looks sickly and sleeps day and night.

He didn’t even say a word to Canaan, no matter how much he coaxed him.

Qisui's energy improved a little that night. When Canaan entered the room, he was leaning on the bedside and chewing peaches.

He put it into his mouth one bite at a time, staring at the person at the door, "Why are you looking at me? I haven't done anything for a few days and it's killing you?"

Gee, he can also curse people.

Canaan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with the food in his hand.

"The peaches are too hard. You haven't eaten well these days. I made some mild porridge for you. Come and try some."

Qi Sui sat still on the bed, and Canaan walked over with the porridge, scooped it up with a spoon and put it to his lips.

"Here, eat some."

Qi Sui pursed his lips, his face looked better than before, he swallowed slowly and frowned.

"So bland? I want something spicy..."

"In two days. You haven't eaten well these days and your stomach can't bear it. I'll make something delicious for you then."

Qi Sui swallowed it reluctantly.

Just as Canaan was about to feed him the second bite, he immediately said, "I'm going to find He Cang tomorrow. You stay at home."

"What did you say?"

The young man's hand froze, and he tightened his grip on the spoon. The tenderness in his eyes was replaced by shock, "You are going to find He Cang just after you wake up!?"

"What happened if I went to find him?" Qi Sui asked.

He Cang came to see him in the past two days, but because he was ill, Canaan kept him out and never saw him.

He is in better condition now, and he happens to have something to ask for, so why can't he go?

Canaan looked unhappy, and the porcelain bowl in his hand was slightly hot.

He said coldly: "Don't go, get well."

Qi Sui just calmed down and didn't want to argue with him.

She rolled her eyes at him angrily and sneered, "Shake your head and see if there is any sound of the sea."

When Canaan heard this, he almost felt a lump in his chest.

He simply broke the pot and said, "Okay, you go find him, you go with him! Don't care about my life or death, don't fucking care about me!"