Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

The change of light reminded the time, but it was too tactful. By the time the protest of the stomach pulled Yan Zhao out of the frame of the paper, the interior of the cafe was already brightly lit.

Turning his head to look out of the window, through the brown glass, the street lamps on the street are like translucent eggs that are lit.

There is still half a glass of American style with ice left, the ice cubes have melted, and the rest of Yanzhao is not interested in continuing to drink, so I pack up my things and pay the bill, and I am going to find a frequent restaurant for dinner.

After paying the bill, I looked at my mobile phone, only to find that I missed more than a dozen calls in silent mode, and the SMS mailbox almost exploded.

Looking at the caller and the sender of the text message, Yan Zhao showed a bored expression, thought for a while, and called back.

It was connected almost immediately, and Feng Li's anxious and relieved voice came from the receiver.

"Ayan, where have you been, I can't contact you all afternoon?!"

Feeling a little noisy, Yan Zhao frowned, and moved the receiver a little away.

After Feng Li finished speaking, he brought the phone closer again, and replied flatly: "I should have said yesterday that I want to write my thesis in peace recently."

"Stop making so many calls, you look like a perverted stalker."

After Yan Zhao finished speaking, he ignored Feng Li's hello, ended the call decisively, and then pressed the button to turn off the phone.

Yan Zhao, male, 23 years old, a sophomore student, receiving scholarships every year, the pride in the eyes of his parents, the proud student in the eyes of his teachers, the male god in the eyes of his classmates, he knows how to use his slightly noble and elegant temperament and not to be too much She can still see the handsome appearance of the past, and she can take all men and women, but... Wannian is single.

Putting the phone back into the bag, while thinking of Feng Li, he inevitably thought of a little rabbit he had seen recently that almost plotted against him.

Small animals sometimes feel so precise and straightforward, Yan Zhao never thinks that he is a good person.

Children in ordinary circles want to go up to the top, pure, kind, innocent, what are you kidding?

Even Feng Li's pursuit of him was not because he believed that he would not eat fireworks.

The lofty nobleman admires the toughness of weeds chasing the sun and the beauty of flowers with pity, but he never pushes the blades of grass to look at the dirty soil where the roots take root, let alone water and fertilize.

Not Feng Li.

Yan Zhao thought.

He lived too soberly, but also too greedily.

He wants fame and fortune, he wants a good life, he wants a happy family, he wants to share family happiness with his relatives and friends, he wants true love, a partner that fits him perfectly, why should he give up looking for it?

You can not have it both ways?

That is a joke that mediocrity deceives itself.

Yan Zhao's motto is - Greed makes people progress.

The desire for profit led to the industrial revolution, and the desire for convenience led to modernization.

Praise greed, that is the source of world progress and human progress.

The young man of heaven is full of vigor, he believes in his talent, he also believes in his luck, and he believes that he will be treated with tenderness by this world, and as long as he gives, he will be rewarded.

Therefore, I felt that Feng Li was not the right person, Yan Zhao hung up on the phone of this noble son from one of the top wealthy families in Xingchen City, even if he dared to say so.

After all, those who are loved by fate are entitled to be proud of favor.

"Ah, sorry."

When turning the corner, he accidentally collided with a pedestrian, Yan Zhao hugged his satchel and staggered.

The other party hurriedly apologized and grabbed Yan Zhao's arm to support him.

... How tall is this person?

This was the first thought that flashed through Yan Zhao's mind after she stood firm.

Yan Zhao himself is 1.7 meters eight, and his eyes are not even with the opponent's shoulders after standing upright.

The stranger's figure was like an oppressive iron tower. Yan Zhao raised his head subconsciously. He had to confirm that the person in front of him was indeed a person before he could feel at ease.

What came into view was a handsome face that seemed to be of mixed race.

The skin is paler, and the outline is deeper than that of the oriental people, but it is not too sharp and angular like the western people, and has a kind of deep beauty just right.

Black hair and black eyes, but the depths of the pupils are like magnificent gemstones, and there is a quiet light in the center of the pitch-black color.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment their eyes met, Yan Zhao vaguely saw a bit of dark red in the other's eyes.

While Yan Zhao was looking at each other, the tall and unfamiliar man was also looking at Yan Zhao.

Compared with the world he was familiar with, the human beings here were too delicate and fragile.

The same is true for the young man in front of him. His wrists, waist, legs, and neck are all too slender, and his appearance is also rather delicate. If he grooms up a bit and changes his clothes, if he takes it home, no one will doubt that she is a frail girl.

Smelling the sweet scent of undisguised desire from the other party, Endira, the demon lord from the abyss, couldn't help lowering his head and sniffing intoxicated.

What a wonderful breath, in the continent of Estheran, the territory of the God of Light, the annoying monks and priests teach people to be thrifty, respectful, and restrain their desires. How long have you not felt the sweetness of such straightforward and strong desires?

The delicious and weak prey fell into the palm of his hand, how could Ndira let it go easily, and opened his mouth softly, his deep and mellow tone was full of the temptation of a demon that hit the depths of people's hearts and made people fall and indulge.

"Come with me."

Ndira said.

The originally clear eyes of the handsome young man appeared confused, and his eyes became hazy, as if he was indulging in hallucinations after being drunk.

The reality faded away like a tide, and Yan Zhao stared at Ndira with focused and blurred eyes, full of longing and sincere joy, as if staring at the best dream of his life.

"Yes...very good...good boy..."

Staring at Yan Zhao's eyes, Endira's black eyes were filled with deep red.

Behind him grew bat-like black periosteum thin wings, and behind the bone wings was an invisible bottomless abyss.

"Hey, what's the matter...?"

Suddenly, the young man stopped walking towards the devil. He held his forehead with one hand and looked around blankly.

The lights of the city began to shine, and the daily streetscape of people coming and going replaced the gloomy landscape of the abyss.

Ndira stared at the bewildered young man in front of him who didn't know what happened, his heart was full of shock and disbelief.

Everyone is a slave to desire, and the devil dominates desire. The one who can fight against the devil has always been a holy believer who cut off desire and has a firm mind. The young man in front of him is just a dirty and depraved ordinary person full of desire and greed. It is the easiest prey to trap.

However, this prey, in front of his eyes, in front of his majestic demon lord Endira, rejected his invitation by virtue of his own will.

It's just...

So much fun!

This human... this human...

Endira stared at Yan Zhao, the devil's eyes that could see through everything, and had insight into the opponent's soul.

A pure and direct soul, but not a pure and flawless color.

This human being is not a slave to desire, he is only loyal to himself, his greed even surpasses desire, and he will never allow himself to be manipulated by external objects, but wants to hold everything in his hands and become the master of destiny.

It turns out that the world where the gods live, which is far weaker than the continent of Estheran, also has such an arrogant soul.

In Estheran, even Kevin II, who is known as the greatest monarch today, never ignored fate like this.

Interesting, so interesting!

Originally, I was only tracking the whereabouts of the God of Light, who was suddenly unperceivable, and broke into here by accident. Before I had time to meet the legendary Father God, I didn't expect to encounter such a big surprise first.

Looking at the young man whose eyes had completely recovered, Endil stretched out his hand, showing a gentle and gentlemanly smile.

"Sorry, I bumped into you. You look dizzy, can you go, do you need to take you to the hospital?"

Yan Zhao was helped up, he propped his forehead in bewilderment, he didn't feel dizzy, but he was also puzzled by his lack of focus just now.

Feeling that there was nothing unusual, he shook his head and declined the other party's proposal.

"I'm fine, I don't need to trouble you...well, goodbye?"

Yan Zhao tried to leave, took a step back, but found that the strap of his satchel was caught by the other party.

After tugging, it didn't move at all, obviously the other party did it on purpose, Yan Zhao's heart shivered slightly, his face sank, and he warned seriously: "Sir, please let go, or I'll call someone."

Ndira let go in a hurry, made a gesture of surrender to show that he had no malice, showed a charming smile that could make even the most pure saints blush, and apologized gently: "I'm sorry, I'm just worried... This is my contact information, if you have any questions later, please feel free to reach me.”

Following the information about the world extracted from the minds of passers-by, Endira conjured up a business card and handed it to Yan Zhao.

"Give me your number, too."

Ndira's polite request.

Yan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and finally came to his senses, took the business card, and looked at Endira with a smile.

"Are you... strike up a conversation?"

The appearance of the man in front of him was said to be perfect. Although he didn't know his identity, but judging by his clothes and temperament, he was definitely from an extraordinary background.

Yan Zhao is very aware of his own characteristics. He is easy to make people feel close. He is suitable for long-term love in the process of deepening understanding, but he does not have the potential to be spotted by high-quality men on the street.

To rule out the possibility of the other party's sharp eyesight, it is either because of special hobbies or other motives.

Hearing Yan Zhao's question, the man touched his nose shyly, nodded, and admitted with reddened cheeks.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Yan Zhao smiled, put the business card back into the man's hand, turned around and walked away without looking back.

There is no such thing as pie in the sky, no matter how mouth-watering this suspicious man looks, he will never take the risk of taking a bite.