Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

The rain continued until the sky turned white, and then it stopped. Si Mo had a rare dream.

But he didn't remember what he dreamed about. At first, the things in his dream seemed to be covered with a veil, so foggy that he couldn't see clearly.

Si Mo felt that every step he took was extremely heavy.

He rushed into the fog and vaguely saw a graceful figure. It was his Lord God whom he had not seen for a long time.

Si Mo walked over and tried to hug his lover.

But at this moment, he saw Xuan Qi turn around, and the moment he saw his face clearly, Si Mo was so shocked that he couldn't speak. His eyes were dry and painful, as if his throat was choked.

The figure behind the mist turned around and faced him. Si Mo saw that Xuan Qi's white clothes were covered with shocking bloodstains, and the clothes were torn into pieces and hung on his body. He looked at him with a bloody face, and blood was still dripping from the fingertips of his arms hanging by his sides.

In the palms of his hands, two pairs of bone-eating nails were embedded. The nails of essence and blood beads pierced through the flesh, emitting a dazzling red light.

He was like a withered god, fallen in the world and become lifeless.

His Xuan Qi shouldn't be like this.

"Woo...Xuan Qi..."

The intermittent moans in the empty room broke the silence. Si Mo curled himself up into a ball under the quilt. This was the little fox's self-protection behavior. He felt very uneasy.

His body was feverish but he could only feel cold. Si Mo wanted to hug himself tighter and tighter.

[Chief Secretary...Chief Secretary? ! 】

Benben was spinning anxiously in his sea of ​​consciousness. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly remembered something. He used his little paws to pull aside the cushion next to the nest and took out the brocade bag underneath.

He came closer to Si Mo and saw that after smelling the stardust made of the divine power in the sachet, Si Mo's brows finally relaxed a little.

Benben breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the things that the Lord God had left for him were indeed useful.

He stretched out his paw and placed it on Si Mo's forehead, but the next second he pulled it back because of the heat.

[Boss! You have a fever! ]

【Wake up quickly……!! (? ? ?? )】

After five minutes of noise in his ears, Si Mo finally moved.

The dark goose yellow curtains in the room were closed, and a light sleeping aroma was burning at the bedside, melting under the lamp.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and groggy, and couldn't even tell whether it was day or night.

In addition, Si Mo's eye sockets were also burning red, as if they were about to melt due to the high temperature.

"What time is it?" He opened his mouth but his voice was hoarse.

He subconsciously reached for the head of the bed, but found nothing beside him.

Si Mo forgot that Nan Jiu didn't come back last night, so no one prepared a cup of warm water for him.

[It's already 8:35, sir. Your phone is out of battery. I just charged it for you and it's full now.]

Benben pulled the phone to Si Mo's hand and said worriedly:

[But Master, you have a fever. Your current condition is not suitable for going out...]

Si Mo sat up, his vision went dark for a moment before gradually returning to normal: "Stop talking nonsense."

"No need to wait, I will use my divine power to suppress the symptoms first."

[But this hurts...Okay, then please be careful.]

Benben closed his mouth and watched Si Mo clean himself up from head to toe and look like a normal person within two minutes. Because of his divine power, the redness on Si Mo's face was gradually disappearing.

[Why choose this method...] Benben said to himself. He couldn't quite understand Si Mo's approach.

Divine power can be used to do anything, but birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural laws of the world. Even if the gods arbitrarily change the fate of mortals or extend their lives, they will be punished by heaven.

Si Mo healed himself against the will of heaven. When this period is over, the backlash on him will be more than twice the torture.

Although Si Mo never said it, after hundreds of years of getting along with him, Benben could see that this fox god really hated being sick.

When you love someone, are you really willing to go against all your own principles and accommodate the other person's likes and dislikes, including your own?

— —

Nanjiu carries his love on him, and one can find Nanjiu's exact location by relying on the induction between oneself and this thread of love.

The bond between them goes beyond this.

… …

Nan Jiu was awakened by a hollow dripping sound in his ears. The sound was like water, dripping slowly and rhythmically to the center of the slate. Over the years, it should have pierced the slate.

"Cough cough..."

Nan Jiu's Adam's apple rolled down and he opened his eyes. The air was filled with a stuffy and humid atmosphere.

He quickly figured out that this was a basement somewhere.

And in the few seconds that he was awake, he suddenly heard a series of unhurried footsteps. The sound of leather shoes on the ground was so harsh that it seemed to pierce his eardrum.

With a creak, the old door of the basement was pushed open from the outside. The first thing Nan Jiu saw was a pair of skinny and bluish-white hands holding a very iconic handheld lantern. The light was dim and ethereal because the fuel in the middle was fire.

At this moment, Nan Jiu felt as if he had traveled through time again, and the location was in the old era several decades ago.

But the face he saw the next second quickly brought him back to reality.

It’s Xie Yingwei again.

Nan Jiu had his hands tied and walked around to the back of a chair. The chair was made of wood and was very old. It would creak if he moved it a little.

Nan Jiu calculated in his mind what the chances were that he could smash the chair and escape.

Even at this moment, when he saw Xi'e Yingwei, he would still sneer: "Your kidnapping is too unprofessional."

"I'm warning you. This is a society ruled by law." Nan Jiu recovered and looked directly into Xie Yingweili's eagle-like eyes without any fear: "How long do you think you can keep me locked up?"

He raised his eyebrows and said firmly, "If my brother can't find me, he will definitely call the police."

Xie Yingwei smiled, and his smile was sinister, making people feel that he had bad intentions.

"He will not."

As he spoke, Xie Yingwei took out a cell phone with a broken screen from behind and held it in front of Nan Jiu: "Do you know him?"

Of course I know him, this is Nanjiu’s own.

"I've already told him," Xie Yingwei spoke slowly, like a lone venomous snake spitting out its tongue while claiming to be a strong man: "Use your identity."

He continued, "And I don't need him to call the police. The scheduled message will notify Si Mo to come find you later."

"It's a pity that I got to see an incomplete you..."