The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Lor only felt like a gust of wind blowing across the earth, and it felt so free like a bird flying in the sky.

The body was as light as a wisp of thought, and before I could savor it, it had already passed a distance.

The surrounding scenery was pulled into hazy ribbons by the watery night. The night woods, vast fields, and barren hills were all sliding backwards rapidly.

But soon, Lor heard a strange noise. It was the sound of abnormal vibration of scaly wings. The moth-wing cloak was warning him.

An ominous blood light lingered around its body, and its illusory scaly wings suddenly shattered into countless white moths.

Lor fell uncontrollably from mid-air. Fortunately, the white moths transformed from his scaly wings gathered under him, supporting his body as he slowly fell and landed steadily.

I looked around briefly, unable to tell my location in the gray night, but I should have left the Territory of Thorns.

"Fule..."

Lor subconsciously checked the little moth in his hand and found that the black lines on its wings were slowly fading, gradually turning into an ordinary moth.

"How is this going?!"

Was it affected by the blood light just now?

"Bloodthorn bears the great sin of gnawing at the Tree of Life. The divine radiance of Grand Duke Thorn Sin can devour the divinity of other lives."

"Her divinity is dying."

Miss Yasha's hoarse voice sounded, answering Lor's confusion.

Lor was extremely anxious.

"Then how do we stop the decline of divinity?"

“The decline of divinity is irreversible, but the influence of Bloodthorn’s divinity can be washed away through rituals, and then reincarnated.

But it is meaningless, my young master. An adult insect, although rare, is dead if it dies."

"What kind of ritual is this? The Three Lives Dream Cocoon?"

As if he did not hear what Miss Yasha added later, Lor spoke in a commanding tone, with a hint of coldness appearing on his pretty face.

"answer my question."

Miss Yasha seemed a little reluctant, but still answered Lor's questions under the constraints of the contract.

"A being that has already completed one reincarnation only needs one of the three elements of bone, flesh, or blood to transform into a cocoon again."

"But I can no longer be considered her enemy," Miss Yasha added.

"Shadow Blade." Lor ordered.

He held the dying moth in his left hand, and with his right hand he tightly grasped the blade that stretched out from the shadows, cut open his palm, and then raised it above the moth.

Voluntary sacrifice represents a sublime purity in ritual, but at this moment it is all about saving lives.

Lor lowered his eyes, a strange emotion filled his heart. He looked at the moth in his palm with pitiful and pure eyes, and an inexplicable love surged in his heart.

But it is not the love between men and women, but a more equal, kind, and superior love.

The blood flowing from the wound was originally bright red, but as the emotion surged, the divinity in the body was echoed, and a hint of golden light flowed in the flowing blood.

Like sweet honey.

It dripped onto the moth in the palm of the hand, wrapping it up and forming a golden amber cocoon.

"You really fit in with Amor's power."

Miss Yasha sighed from the bottom of her heart, and then spoke again.

"Your blood is so precious now, using it to save a bedbug is a waste of resources...

My little master, you will not fall in love with her just because she saved you from me."

There was hidden jealousy and clear malice in her words, as if if Lor wasn't careful, she would scatter Frey's ashes.

"…You have a share, too."

As if he heard the jealousy in Miss Yasha's words, Lor smiled.

Enduring the pain, he bent down and raised his bleeding hand above the shadow on the ground.

Miss Yasha, who was originally quite unhappy, immediately shut up, and countless tiny shadow tentacles emerged from the ground.

It entangled itself in Lor's palm like a snake, licking every drop of blood, every corner, and every line on the skin.

He sucked greedily and hastily, as if to squeeze out all the blood from the wound...

Even if Miss Yasha temporarily obeys me because of the Arrow of Cupid and the contract, the dangerous nature of her will not change.

Can the love brought by the arrow really control this evil god for a long time? He may need to reinforce this influence from time to time.

Just like what the other party did when hypnotizing himself...

Lor watched Miss Yasha eating, thinking thoughtfully, with a golden light also flowing in his bright eyes.

The snake-like tentacles even licked the gaps between fingers and the backs of hands, and continued to lick them intently until not a drop of blood could flow from the wound.

"How do you like it?"

The golden light in Lor's eyes faded, and he asked softly.

"I like it very much. I like everything you have."

"Sister Fulei saved me, so I can't just sit there and watch."

As if he didn't hear the ambiguous implication in Miss Yasha's words, Lor said lightly, then gently touched the thorn mark on his neck.

"We should go. Elendani might be able to detect my location."

If you stay in one place for a long time, you will most likely be caught up by the other party.

“Should we still carry this bug?

It's better to just throw it away. After all, the cocooning is complete and it will come out on its own after a while."

Miss Yasha's tone had become friendly, but her words still revealed her dissatisfaction with Frey, and she encouraged Lor to throw away the golden cocoon.

"… Let's go to the monastery and find Vice Dean Wei Ya first."

Lor thought about it and made a decision.

Frey's situation needs to be confirmed by the other party. After all, this is a ceremony of the ground church, and the other party should know it best.

On the other hand, he also wanted to ask Vice President Wei Ya about the Arrow of Cupid.

This arrow is now in his body, helping him awaken his divinity.

Sister Frey is still alive, having escaped from Ilandani's captivity and won a contract with Miss Yasha.

Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.

But Luo Er always felt a little uneasy, especially when he thought of the arrow that was stuck in his body. Would the things left by the evil god be so easily silenced...