There is always something wrong with the temple

Mephisto held five sous.

But it seems that it’s not just Mephisto, phantoms appearing on Mephisto’s body one after another, disappearing and reappearing suddenly, in this completely dark corridor, it seems that only the sound of breathing is real.

Smooth and soft.

A large puddle of mucus fell out of Mephisto's back as if it was split open, but it disappeared suddenly before it fell to the ground, as if the scene just now was an illusion. Appeared on the body, or was simply resolved, or quietly annihilated.

Quietly, Mephisto's image became more unstable, as if he had acquired other shapes a little bit, as if he wanted to be fixed, but he kept this posture forcibly.

Wusu's small spine was pressed against Mephisto's chest, and the warm and increasingly hot temperature spread little by little, as if he was witnessing a scene that was about to get out of control.

Mephisto's voice was slightly cool, and the fingers touching Wusu were not as hot as body temperature, but rather icy cold, "You're right."

"But I can't wait," he said.

Mephisto's tone is deferential, gentle, close, considerate,

But also crazy, twisted, jealous.

The red map has not been covered yet, and only 80.00% of the expected completion has been completed.

But Mephisto couldn't wait.

Possessing a sense of treachery like frenzy, Mephisto's fingers were originally attached to Wusu's earlobe, and then gently touched Wusu's soft cheek. The back and forth caresses did not have any color of desire, but had an extremely A strong craving.

Wu Su let a free big hand touch his face. He nestled in Mephisto's arms, quietly watching Mephisto walking like flying in such an environment, speeding through the temple. walk around.

The location of the temple is extremely wide.

Although it looks from the outside, the territory is built around the temple square, but in fact the existence of the temple has blurred the boundaries of the space. Looking at a small space, once you step into it, you will find its infinite expansion.

Such as foreign libraries.

It is also like the starry sky garden in the outer territory.

There is also the library that Wu Su used to go to.

In fact, the library is not filled with as many books as the library outside. In sharp contrast, there is actually only one book in the library.

A book that only belongs to Wusu.

It is a book that records the past and the future.

Regardless of the fate of a person, whether it is the change of the stars, whether it is the fall and birth of gods, regardless of the annihilation and existence of the world, it is faithfully recorded in every volume of the book.

It was a book that only five sous could afford.

That's why there are a bunch of cute elves guarding outside the library.

They are the guardians, the elves who spy on the long river of history, and they are also eager to touch this volume of books that only Wusu can open.

Wu Su thought.

He used to love it here.

There is a cozy little room here, and I also left my own book here.

Those parenting books, those diaries written with little troubles, the things buried under the Corridor of Depravity... Wu Su thought, at that time, raising a "child" himself was in a hurry.

Wu Su tilted his head.

Wu Su looked at Mephisto's extremely handsome profile, even in the dark, it was extremely easy for Wu Su to see Mephisto's darker and richer colors than darkness.

The delicate and cute little face is expressionless, thinking seriously.

After all, this is no ordinary child.

But a child who grows up to be completely disobedient.

Wu Su frowned in distress.

When the child grows up, he doesn't want to listen to his father's words.

"You are not father." Mephistopheles seemed to have sensed Wusu's thoughts, a flash of smile appeared in his gilt eyes, "the word father is not qualified to describe you."

Wu Su was rarely short of words, but from this sentence, he felt Mephisto's deeper jealousy and disgust.

It was a disgust for the original Lord of Dawn, God of Love, Mother Earth, God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and God of War.

They prostrate themselves at the knees of the Lord.

call the Lord their Father.

Wu Su could already see a bright light appearing at the end of this seemingly endless corridor, and around the bright light, those halos seemed to have their own consciousness, dancing with joy, welcoming their arrival.

It has been unknown how many years since the appearance of this temple.

Wu Su rubbed against Mephisto's chest, the little tugger tied her clothes, and the soft little curly hair leaned down obediently.

He said, "How long have you been preparing?"

Mephisto sneered, and he said softly: "Didn't you 'see'?"

Not enough, not at all.

Five Su's gazes on him were not enough.

Mephisto is very clear that Wusu doesn't always "watch" anyone, but anyone in this world will probably be afraid of having eyes watching him all the time, no matter what his behavior is, no matter what his actions are , no matter what the thought is, it all falls into the eye of the beholder.

Although God watches over the world.

But if one knows that God is watching people all the time, the person being watched may lose control on the spot.No one wants to be marked so urgently, it would be too frightening and panic.

But Mephisto is not.

He just doesn't feel like it's enough.

Mephisto craved the five-sou gaze, he needed more, he wanted more.

He hoped that Wu Su would stare at him all the time, even if everything he did would be fully revealed under Wu Su's sight.

That's fine too.

Even if Wusu destroyed everything he wanted to do, Mephisto would only kiss Wusu's fingertips, and then smiled and praised him for doing a good job.

Good or bad, everything as long as it's five sous.

Mephisto craved it all.

Wu Su looked at the approaching light, and said calmly, "If it was someone else, they would have been scared away by such staring."

Wu Su didn't say he wasn't staring.

But Wu Su didn't say that he kept watching.

His dark eyes were so clean that no one could see what Wu Su was thinking.

Maybe occasionally Mina misses Wusu who has always been so cute and well-behaved, but with the passage of time, something has always changed subtly.

Wu Su thought.

...

Wu Su saw the end of the corridor.

It was a vast and boundless land, and in such a vast but oppressive environment, a low altar sat roundly in the center.The high altitude here is gloomy, and you can't see clearly; the land here is sticky, no matter where the footprints are, there will be countless giant insect-like creatures showing tentacles and ugly fronts hideously when you lift your feet .

The rainbow light of the stars lived here, unidentified soft bodies crawled, and ugly giant insects without limbs crawled... There was a strange and inexplicable atmosphere, as if this place was a collection of the ugliest and most vicious existences.

Mephisto walked calmly.

where he walked.

There are countless dead silences.

Wriggling worms, hardenable star rainbows, gorgeous soft bodies, ugly and weird stitched creatures...they stiffened and lost their vitality the moment Mephisto stepped foot.

Mephisto noticed Wusu's gaze.

"Equivalent exchange," he said.

It's always been an equal exchange.

Mephisto gave these extraterrestrial races the status of family members, but when he...he needs it, it will take everything back.

never has been.

The same goes for the red-eyed statue.

Wusu never interfered with normal world events.

As long as it is not malicious, deceitful bewitchment, money-for-goods, and cruel price tags have always been the acquiescence of the rules.

Mephisto stepped on the edge of the bottom line with every step, but never tried to go beyond the limit.

He weighed everything carefully to make sure that he could still get five sous of joy.

Compared with the previous calculations, only the difficulty of the latter is unique, which is rare in the world.

Of course Wusu liked him.

But Wusu also likes Wanwu.

Finely crafted creations will naturally be favored, but beautiful creations full of accidents can also please Wusu.

He loves everything.

This love is sometimes so thin.

What is Wusu's favorite?

For millions of years, Mephisto has only longed for this.

And after the Lord fell asleep, from the source of everything, Mephisto could see a faint hope.

What a strange race human beings are, possessing ugly and complex carnal desires and an extremely short lifespan, but they can get so much and so much attention from Wusu. Does it mean that Wusu is also curious about human emotions?

Under the mercy of the Lord, several righteous gods have extremely thin rationality, which allows them to gain the faith of various races, but they have no emotions.

Perhaps watching Angus's reaction was extremely energetic, but that was only against Wusu.

Facing the hundreds of people in the territory, to Angus, it didn't make any difference whether it was mud or human beings.

It's not that he doesn't know.

That's just indifference.

not give a damn about.

The gods don't care about believers, those feedbacks and reactions are just out of the desire for the Lord's attention, out of instinctive natural feedback.

But if everything is taken away, whether Wu Su will have a slight change in certain emotions when he deeply thinks that he is a human race, even if it is weak, it is extremely impossible to exist.

The red color of the clamor and riot became clearer. In Wu Su's eyes, those red colors wound around Mephistopheles like silk threads, and the ravings echoing in the red thread seemed to be the prayers and emotions of all beings.

Joyful, happy, desperate, painful, twisted, sad... Countless emotions are entangled in the existence of red silk thread, hooking up with the blackness of Mephisto that cannot be seen directly, fear and fear.

At this moment, He completely tore away the disguise of people.

It retains the appearance of a creation, but reveals the aura of divine descent in an extremely malicious manner.

If it weren't for the existence of the temple, all the people in the current territory would lose control, or degenerate into crazy and demented people who can only talk about the dawn.

Mephisto walked to the altar step by step with Wusu in his arms.

He bowed down and knelt down with five sus in his arms.

Even if there is nothing in front of you.

Wu Su thought.

what.

wrong.

In front of him were five sous.

Countless babbles and emotions overlapped in one place began to be revealed. They seemed to have the most endless supply in this vast space. Those broken and twisted limbs were their nourishment. The grand and low-key altar surrounded the upper Thousands of candlesticks danced with a faint blue color. The color was similar to the color seen in the silent place, but it was deeper and incalculable. When those dark blue lights were shining brightly, Wu Su saw Mephisto s eyes.

The gilt hot lava is boiling hot, staring at his only Lord.

When Wu Su looked at Mephisto, it was at the time when Mephisto leaned over gently.

He snatched Wusu's lips, and felt extremely joyful and ecstatic about it.His fingers weakly supported Wusu's neck, the force almost caused the flesh under his fingers to rupture, but he didn't touch Wusu completely.

Mephistopheles felt a twisted glee at desecrating five sous.

He wanted to completely defile Wusu into his own existence, even though he knew it was impossible.

Mephisto allowed himself to indulge his fantasies of the moment.

Even if only for a second.

Then lips to lips.

Five Su heard Mephisto say.

"I, Mephisto, am here to sacrifice to the Lord."

The lava of emotions is throbbing, countless babbling emotions, and the gifts plundered by those red-eyed statues are surging.

"Sacrifice to the Lord the supreme sacrifice."

Mephisto laughed.

"Then, may the Lord's mercy grant me the qualification to stay in front of you for a long time."

Thousands of years, ten thousand years...

Witnessed by all immeasurable time and space.