He is the creator's fault

Although Yao destroyed a little girl's faith with a few words and lured her into the abyss of desire-desire, what does this have to do with Xie Citing?He and Qian You are doing business and not doing charity, and when there is no return, he doesn't even have the idea of ​​comforting each other.

After finding an excuse to perfuse Qian You, Xie Citing dragged Yao into the car and left, leaving only Qian You's distraught figure on the spot. As for the matter of going to the hospital, the other party could only handle it by himself.

"Is it really okay for you to leave her like this?"

Yao looked at Qian You who was left far behind, and asked in a flat voice.

"What do you care about this? Sympathize with her?"

Xie Citing's tone was a little bit unfriendly, and Yao turned his attention to anyone, which would arouse his vigilance.

Yao shook his head. Although he didn't think his relationship with Xie Citing needed to be covered up, he still knew what to say and what not to say. If he wanted to maintain that girl's ridiculous fantasy, the other party would not be affected. Such a big blow, the current situation was promoted by him alone, it is too hypocritical to talk about sympathy.

Looking at the rapidly retreating scene outside the car window, Yaoyin had a vague feeling that after he was promoted to a god, his personality seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

After having a romantic dinner together, Xie Citing drove Yao back to Lujiang Villa. After arriving at the place, he did not leave, but went into the living room with Yao. As for the decision to snub Yao after seeing Yao It is no longer counted.

"drink wine?"

Xie Citing poured two glasses of vodka, one of which was pushed in front of Yao. Xie Citing prefers spirits. This wine is much stronger than the brandy Xie Citing drank last time. Xie Citing does not drink it when he is working. , but since tomorrow is the weekend, it doesn't matter.

Unlike Xie Citing, Yao doesn't like to drink alcohol. Compared with alcohol that paralyzes the nerves, he prefers tea that can make people sober. It's just that in modern interpersonal communication, tea doesn't have a large audience.

"No need." Yao poured himself a glass of water, leaned on the sofa, saw Xie Citing drinking, frowned slightly and continued: "But I suggest you not drink."

"why?"

"Prevent you from having sex after drinking."

This is not Yao’s slander of Xie Citing, but the rules he summed up after getting along with God for a long time and his last experience. Xie Citing himself knows it, but it still hurts his self-esteem to be said so bluntly by Yao .

"It seems that you didn't take what I said last time to heart." Xie Ting's face was gloomy, "I don't care what your reason for approaching me is, if you want to get something in return without paying anything, don't you think you are too naive Yet?"

"what do you want?"

"That depends on what you want from me."

"What if I don't play by your rules?"

"Then you get nothing."

Yao was silent. Objectively speaking, Xie Citing was right. You have to pay for what you want, but that is at the same level. Strength is the basis of equal transactions. Gods will not consider the interests of mortals. So Xie Citing's wishful thinking is doomed to fail.

Yao's silence was already a kind of compromise in Xie Citing's eyes. He walked in front of Yao, wrapped his arms around Yao's waist, put his lips close to Yao's ear, and sprayed his scorching breath on Yao's cheek, full of bewitchment and excitement. The smell of menace.

"Now tell me, what's your choice?"

"My choice..." Yao raised his head to look at Xie Citing, his dark eyes were filled with coldness, and his bright red lips slowly uttered a few words: "Of course... grab it!"

Yao's palm directly grabbed Xie Citing's head. His idea was very simple. Since Xie Citing was unwilling to give it to him, he would grab it. With his divine power, he could detain a mortal's soul and give it to him again. The next few spiritual hints are simply simple things.

However, when Yao's palm was about to touch Xie Citing's eyebrows, a layer of golden light emerged from Xie Citing's body, and immediately pushed Yao back a few steps. The golden flame burned in Xie Citing's eyes until completely Render pupils gold.

A familiar breath woke up from Xie Citing's body, Yao's expression changed slightly, and he saw a golden phantom floating above Xie Citing's head, except for the slightly blank eyes, the rest of the phantom was exactly the same as the disappeared god, Yao was startled by that formidable power.

"This is... the breath of God, how can you retain such a powerful force?"

In Yao's cognition, half of the god's blood was deprived by him, and the remaining half was scattered in various planes. Even if a certain drop of god's blood awakened consciousness, at most it could only possess less than a ten-thousandth of the strength of a god. He is far from being his opponent, but the phantom that appeared in front of Yao is obviously not like this, his strength already has the qualifications to rival him, how is this possible!

God didn't answer Yao's question. He looked down. After the brief collision just now, Yao's soul was also expelled from his body. In such a short time, the two bodies have already rolled into a ball on the sofa.

Compared with "Yao"'s sluggishness, "Xie Citing" is much more aggressive. Under his active guidance, "Yao"'s body is being played around like a puppet on a string. picture.

If it was just a temporarily possessed body, Yao would certainly not mind if the other party was temporarily out of control, but in his sight, a red silk thread was wrapped around his ankle, and the body of "Si Yao" on the sofa Connected, any slight touch that happened to "Si Yao" was felt by him through the silk thread.

This kind of indirect being frivolous situation immediately made Yao's face cold. He almost found out that something was wrong, and rushed towards the Xie Citing on the sofa, trying to control Xie Citing first, but this action was quickly caught by God. The phantom blocked it.

"If you give something, you can get something. This is the game rule I set, and no one can break it."

As soon as these words came out, Yao knew that it was impossible to rely on divine power to empty the gauntlets of the white wolf. No wonder God dared to let him gain favor with him. Feelings had long prevented him from messing around. Yao felt it was a pity, but with this It is impossible to catch him without a fight at all.

Can't move the Xieci Pavilion, can't you control yourself?

Yao's fingers gathered spiritual power, and he slashed towards the red thread wrapped around his ankle, trying to break the connection between his soul and body, but unexpectedly, this seemingly extremely fragile red thread was in his spiritual power. The bottom is intact and has not been affected in the slightest.

"What the hell is—huh?"

Before Yao finished speaking, he felt a strange feeling spread to his lower abdomen. It turned out that at some point, the palm of "Xie Citing" on the sofa had already reached under "Yao", and hooked up with "Yao" with ease. The desire, that clear feeling was transmitted to Yao's soul, as if he had experienced it himself.

This feeling of being involuntary made Yao feel bad, and he didn't have the mind to make false claims with God.

"Say, how are you willing to stop these two bodies."

"It can't be stopped."

"Don't lie to me, isn't this the result of your own planning?"

The phantom of God shook his head.

"I never want to force you to do such a thing. I always think that you need to be willing to have sex with fish and water. It is your own choice to have such a result."

Yao looked sullen.

"When did I make that choice?"

"You shouldn't have signed that agreement."

"protocol?"

"You are the embodiment of rules, so naturally you have to follow the rules."

Yao's eyes widened slowly, and he finally remembered the "nurturing" agreement he signed to temporarily stabilize Xie Citing. He thought it would have no binding force, but he didn't expect it to have such a big impact on his soul.

Yao quickly realized that this was a pit dug for him by God on purpose. He is the incarnation of the rules, and the rules both help and imprison him. He does not agree with the rules of the game set by God, so he can have no scruples. The agreement was signed by him personally, and it has evolved into a rule. His behavior must be within the scope of the agreement, otherwise he will be restricted.

It is not so much that the projection of God in this world is powerful, it is better to say that the rules are strong. God completely relies on the agreement to confront him, so Xie Citing reminded him not to violate the agreement last time. Yao finally figured this out. Unfortunately, it is too late late.

The two people on the sofa were in love, Yao's soul began to tremble slightly due to the influence of his body, the frost between his brows melted and turned into unspeakable pain, his sharp eyes narrowed inch by inch, and finally he was soaked in physiological tears.

"Let... let me go..."

The phantom of the god stared at Yao, and after a while, the dull eyes fluctuated, and then the god raised his hand, and an agreement flew out from the drawer in the study, and fell into the hands of the god.

Holding the agreement, God tore the agreement in half under Yao's expectant eyes.

Almost at the moment when the agreement was torn up, the regular red thread on Yao's ankle snapped, breaking the connection between Yao and his body. has dissipated.

And the phantom of the god naturally fell and sank into Xie Citing's body. At this time, the two almost came into contact at a negative distance. Bufa began to organize his clothes.

After getting dressed, Xie Citing picked up the agreement that had been torn in two on the floor and walked towards the door, pressing his hand on the doorknob. Yao" said:

"You can exchange whatever you want from me, otherwise you don't need to see me." In other words, if Yao wants to win Xie Citing's love, he must give his own love. Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.

After saying that, Xie Citing left without looking back. Based on what he knew about Yao, he probably wouldn't come to this place again. The meeting between the two of them was probably the last time.

Yao's soul suspended in the air watched Xie Citing disappear, with complicated expressions on his face.

"Master, what should we do now? Do you want to go back to your body?"

"No need, I can't get this drop of divine blood, let's go."

After the words fell, a layer of white light appeared on Yao's body, and disappeared into the space in a blink of an eye.

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