I wore it after killing the God of Light

How can anyone mistake biting for kissing?Sure enough, he was right, the god of death is a bastard.

Li Mingguang didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, let alone gain happiness from the movements of the god of death.From God's point of view, he thinks that death is not enough. If he can really solve the problem, he would rather take the initiative himself.

But this is obviously not a problem that can be solved with one shot. Whoever made the god of death sick, the illness is not serious.

The curse given to him by the god of death is very complicated, so complicated that even if it has happened more than once, Li Mingguang still hasn't found a more obvious pattern in it - it may only last for a while, or it may last for several days.

Obviously he is about to reach the teleportation array, why did such a thing happen?Li Mingguang continued to be distracted.

His absence was quickly noticed by the god of death, as if to punish this behavior, the young man bit one of his skin hard, and then carefully tore at the wound with his canine teeth.

Li Mingguang gathered up enough strength, and finally said with some difficulty: "...Are you a dog?"

He originally wanted to scold people, but he was worried that it would backfire, so he had to use a more tactful way.

The entanglement with the god of death is basically running and chasing him. Li Mingguang hasn't tried to deceive him yet, so he doesn't know if the god of death can deceive him well.

If conditions permit, he might be able to ask about the specific circumstances of the curse, so as to save the god of death from repeating the same tricks on him.

Reaper didn't answer, but he was pleased with the blue eyes that were staring at him intently.

Taking small sips of the warm blood oozing from the other party's wound, the God of Reaper rarely felt an emotion called satisfaction.

Maybe that wasn't enough either, because He was also craving more.

Such as the things that close people will do.

When He reaped his life, he had seen the love between people more than once, but that kind of stable emotion was not what He was after, what He wanted was a more intense existence.

What he wants is a love based on blood and submission, based on the premise of one side's victory, until death.

To destroy and to tame.

Li Mingguang was a little panicked. He struggled hard and successfully kicked Death's calf.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as rubbing, but this action did exhaust his little strength.The mage gasped, trying to rescue himself from this situation: "Now, now... can you have fun?"

Death thought for a while, and said honestly: "Yes."

Li Mingguang: ...?

He is so disappointed!

Reaper is no longer the battle madman he knew.

"Think about it carefully..." The mage tried to struggle, "Is this really happy? Is this what you yearn for?"

Quickly wake up and release the curse and let him go!

Only then did the god of death raise his head and stare into his moist eyes.

"You don't like...?"

Li Mingguang nodded in pain.

"It's fine as long as I like it." The god of death answered immediately, and the target shifted from the neck to his lips, "I want you, as long as it is you."

Li Mingguang struggled to adjust his breathing, trying to catch his breath.

"... You said that as long as it is me, why don't you make a wax figure of yourself compared to a living person?"

"Alchemy products are also available!"

The god of death should hate living things. From his point of view, how do you think it is more in line with his wish to die by himself?

Otherwise, the previous pursuit for so long would not make sense at all.

How persistent and terrifying this seemingly harmless guy is, doesn't he know that he has been hiding for so long!

"Think about it carefully..." He turned his head, struggling to avoid the kiss and entanglement of the god of death.

The god of death entangled him again, licking off the blood from his own bite on his lips, "What do you think? I only think about you."

"Don't be fooled by appearances." Li Mingguang, who can't use force, can only rely on words to escape, said earnestly, "You may not be pursuing me, but the joy of fighting and chasing."

He continued to babble, not stopping to sway the god of death, "Think about it, if I fight with you now, would you feel excited? How does it compare to now?"

To be honest, if the god of death doesn't lame, he will be limp himself.

Death narrowed his eyes happily.

He showed half of his canine teeth, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Plan to pass!Li Mingguang was ecstatic, his ears pricked up unconsciously.

——Even if the Grim Reaper doesn't let him go so easily, it's okay to find out a little bit about the curse.

Death ruthlessly shattered this expectation.

He loosened the grip on Li Mingguang's wrist, and those cold hands pressed directly against the mage's heart.

He was still crouching on Li Mingguang's body, originally it was more like a posture full of suppression and desire to conquer, because of this movement, there was a little more coquettish element in it.

Li Mingguang couldn't help hissing.

He was originally in a bad state, but when he was stimulated like this, he shrank subconsciously, and looked weaker and pitiful.

"It's hot here, very hot. I want it to stop." Death said softly, "I thought about it before, I thought about it just now, and I think about it now."

If you have the guts, don't talk, if you have the guts, give it a good time.

Li Mingguang was made a little hairy by him, and forced him loudly in his heart.

"but……"

"But..." He repeated this several times, and buried his head in the mage's chest to listen to the sound of the beating heart.

but what?

Death believes that words cannot express, only actions can prove.

Like a little beast, he lay on his side quietly for a while, his already delicate and delicate face became more and more cute, only the sickle hanging behind his back was always shining coldly.

A mixture of innocence and cruelty, this is probably the Grim Reaper.

Li Mingguang sighed and admitted that he had lost his sight.

The god of death is not Shenjingbing, he just has rabies.

……perhaps.

Some people may like this kind of wolf dog-like young people, the temptation of a beautiful boy or something, it sounds very touching.

However, he is just a mage without emotion, he just wants to complete the unfinished business vigorously, and then dedicate his life to research.

A unilateral fanatical pursuit without an emotional basis is not hooliganism, but self-impression and compulsion are.

Li Mingguang positions himself as the villain of the Great Demon King, but there is no rule that the villain cannot have relatively correct three views.

If it weren't for being unable to move now, he would definitely have to teach how to write the word death.

"In that case...why do you still want to curse me?" Li Mingguang probed.

It never occurred to him that he would fall into the hands of the God of Death in the end.Things have come to this, he is not reconciled not to touch something.

If I fell this time, I can't do it again next time, right?

"Curse?" Death looked up.

He untied Li Mingguang's braid little by little, denying it like this, "No, it's not a curse."

"It's my—love."

...that's bullshit!Li Mingguang's eyes darkened.

The god of death is still asking slowly, "Don't you like this dress? I'll let them make other styles. Do you want to live in a big house? Is the castle a bit small?"

"How do you like me to possess you? Is it okay to be tied to a bed? Or in a coffin?"

"It is said that props can make people happy. Do you like props?"

...The topic has gone in some weird direction.

Li Mingguang was so eager to blow the dog's head of Death that he didn't even want to keep smiling.

However, when speaking on this kind of question, the god of death with a boyish face said it seriously.

Li Mingguang's brain was also empty, and his eyes were also empty, and he saw a handful of green things inadvertently.

There are no plants here, and the greenery is particularly eye-catching.

Blinking his eyes, Li Mingguang realized that the grass was still there, and it wasn't his illusion.

Isn't all life forbidden in the capital of the dead?

Still confused, Shinigami Jiu had already stood up from him unhurriedly.

Li Mingguang breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw the person coming, his heart suddenly rose to his throat again.

Mo Te looked at them with no expression on his face.

He came on hearing the news.

... Also, to make flowers and plants grow in this kind of place, only the God of Life can do it.

But in this way, his situation is a bit bad.

No matter what the result is, he must be unlucky.

Either be propped or imprisoned, as if reminding him that this is a retribution that cannot be avoided at all.

Li Mingguang didn't believe in this evil.

He has a little bit more strength now than before, so he should be able to slip away... right.

Even if you crawl, you have to crawl away, otherwise who can stand it.

Mote didn't look at the god of death at all, his emerald eyes seemed to only focus on him.

"Are you having fun?" The elf's eyes were burning.

Li Mingguang couldn't answer his words.

"If I didn't come to pick you up, you probably wouldn't take the initiative to think of going back."

In a few words, Mete has declared his sovereignty to the god of death.

The black-haired and red-eyed boy ignored him at all, but turned around, hugged Li Mingguang directly, bit his mouth hard several times, and raised his eyebrows silently at Mo Te.

Actions are often more direct and powerful than words.

Li Mingguang is like a sandwich biscuit.

In order to keep his sandwich from being crushed, he kindly suggested that God of Death let him down.

"You are more efficient by yourself than holding me." The mage said, "I am very touched that you are still thinking about me at this time, but for your own consideration, let me down."

Before the words fell, vines sprang out from the ground.

"...Uh... Mote, you also work hard?"

Li Mingguang is complicated.Based on the principle that the more intense the fight between two people, the safer he would be, he still made a statement that was quite contrary to his will.

"Although this is not your home field, it is still..."

"wait for me a bit."

"Don't worry, I'll get rid of the obstacles right away."

The two gods spoke almost simultaneously.

As for Li Mingguang, now he doesn't want to care about who wins and who loses, he is very suffocated.

First, there is a circle of chains, and then a circle of thorns. Let alone running and crawling, it is a bit difficult to move.

"...I have a curse on me, I really can't run, you believe me." The mage said weakly, "If I could run, I would have run away."

The god of death was fine, he only tilted his head to express his doubts, and Mo Te simply let out a snort.

"That's what you said when you ran away last time."

?Did he say that last time?

Li Mingguang didn't remember this at all.

He lost his memory.

As long as he loses his memory fast enough, the reputation problem won't catch up with him.

He still wants to sell it badly, but the fight has already started.

In addition to the safety of the small piece of land where he was imprisoned, even the giant mountain of bones that was burdening the Throne of Death also collapsed.

Whether it is Reaper or Mete, they are all serious.

Although he was miserable, Li Mingguang couldn't help but want to light a candle for the dark camp in this situation.

Compared with him at that time, no matter how you look at it, the damage caused by the battle between two gods of the same level is greater.

Neither life nor poetry is a priesthood suitable for combat, but in terms of consumption and durability, it has too many advantages over the god of death.

Li Mingguang can only capture the fragmented space and the afterimages of various magic spells, and it is impossible to know the specific situation of the battle.

But this does not prevent him from sincerely hoping that there will be a situation where both sides suffer.

But if both sides suffer, he can't be a fisherman in his current state, so he should try to save himself first.

After making sure that no one had time to distract himself, he slowly took out a scroll.

He really doesn't have the strength to use spells, but it doesn't mean that related items cannot be taken out of the space bound to his consciousness.

The space is not blocked.

There is no stock of teleportation scrolls, so if you want to get out, you can only use a stupid way to remove the chains and thorns bit by bit.

The god of death and the god of life are fighting.

Li Mingguang sat on the ground and worked hard.

The scene was a little harmonious for a while.

Just when he saw a little bit of hope, he heard a light laugh coming from above his head.

When he looked up, Destiny was half squatting outside the cage, smiling at Cen Cen.

"...Maybe I can be a knight to save the princess?" Destiny stared at his bare chest, implying something.

"You can also act as if you didn't see anything, and go where you came from." Li Mingguang wanted to cover his chest, but felt that there was nothing to cover up, so he simply let fate see.

Anyway, he's male.

... But this is the end of the matter, the women's clothing has been seen by more than one god, he must have failed completely.

This is rather embarrassing.

"Tough mouth." Destiny was not annoyed at all, a smile flashed across his eyes, "If you don't let me help, I'll leave?"

"Stop! It's better for you to help me out, so it's faster." Li Mingguang hesitated.

Time is life, late changes.

With just two small confinement techniques, fate was easily resolved.He leaned over, bent down and hugged Li Mingguang horizontally, and hissed before the mage could speak.

"Guess who will win?"

"...It's hard to say." Li Mingguang thought about it, "Reaper is more advantageous in battle, but Mote may not be able to persevere, I think half of it."

"Then who do you want to win?" Fate asked again.

This is a very complicated question. Li Mingguang couldn't explain clearly for a while, and said vaguely: "It doesn't matter."

Rather than discussing this, he now wants to settle a score with fate.

"Everything is as you expected?" he asked, trying to get down from the arms of fate and stand by himself.

Fate instead held him tighter, pretending to be stupid: "What did you expect?"

"I've been wondering why you always show up so timely." Li Mingguang didn't rush to answer, but asked other questions first, "Think about it, Mote will suddenly go crazy like that, except for some kind of thing that I haven't seen yet. Ascertain the reason, the bigger reason is that you are provoking."

"You are the catalyst."

"I said it was just a coincidence." Fate said with an innocent face, "Maybe it was a little mischievous, but it was really just a wonderful coincidence."

He didn't seem to repent at all because of this matter, "As for this time, I reminded you this time, it's because you don't believe me, so it's just a coincidence."

"There is no absolute coincidence." Li Mingguang sighed, "You said this sentence yourself, and I will return it to you now."

The sudden appearance of fate explained many problems, and now he just wanted to solve them one by one.

Only by peeling off the cocoon can we get closer to the truth.

Destiny grinned and denied: "Did I say it? Then just take it as I said it, who made you say that."

"How about letting Chandra fall?" He asked suddenly.

Li Mingguang was caught off guard, "Huh?"

Destiny wants to join the fray?He didn't think it was like Destiny's style.

"In the name of love, wanting to bind you and break your wings is simply too much."

If he hadn't spoken so righteously, Li Mingguang might have really believed in Him.

Mote is not a good thing, is Xikesa a good bird?

"Speak up, is there any reason for him to die?" The mage rolled his eyes slightly, "Is it related to your plan?"

"He is the weakest, easier to attack." Fate didn't say anything about the plan, but he didn't deny it either.

Li Mingguang observed him calmly, trying to get more information from his reaction.

"I knew I was good-looking." Destiny didn't know what shame was, "If you look at it again, I might not be able to control myself and kiss you."

"Is this really what a prince or a knight would do?"

He reminded Li Mingguang again - he was wearing women's clothing.

Li Mingguang thinks that the operation is already very showy, but he can't show fate.

It may be because fate is not only bad, but also shameless than him.

"You can beep if you have a mouth." Li Mingguang couldn't help it, "Didn't it mean that Mote is special and won't fall?"

"Probably because the god of death is a little higher than him." Fate evaded, "I will help too."

Until this sentence, He only slightly revealed his true intention.

Li Mingguang lowered his eyes and did not speak. After a while, he spoke like this.

"—So, your goal was the God of Creation from the beginning?"

To be honest, it is not difficult to guess this when fate has not deliberately concealed it.

But he's more interested in motives than in intentions.

Because this is really a mind-blowing conclusion.

The author has something to say: Destiny: The man who made the Shura field with his own hands and reaped the benefits

But soon he will be hammered to death.

I have a friend who also wants to date, the kind that all kinds of py have been thought of.

But can't (

If there is a car, it must be after the safety is over (set flag)

For now, please use your imagination freely (irresponsible speech)

Finally, there is still a chapter update in the evening