Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Son of God, the person who stole the qin and broke the strings has been found." Yisi opened the door of the temple and looked at Song Li who was reading a classical book in his hand.

Song Li raised his head and looked at Yisi against the orange-red light. His dark eyes were like glazed beads, beautiful and moving, "Just catch it."

"It's Owen." Iss could see that his interest was not too high. As he walked forward, the excitement in his voice subsided, and his blue eyes looked softly at the young man bathed in the sun.

He is the darling of the God of Light, no matter what happens, he can get through it.

"It really is him." Song Li closed the book, looked at Yi Si and smiled, revealing a slight dimple.

"The Son of God has already guessed that it is Owen?" Iss asked suspiciously.

"I thought he was a little strange before, but I didn't think about it." Song Li thought for a while, then put the book on the table, "Iss, how did Owen get caught?"

"It was Moze who did it. He found the potion of truth from somewhere and forced Owen to tell the truth." Iss sighed and said, "It turns out that Owen has long been dissatisfied with the Son of God. After stealing Naya that day, I was afraid that he would be searched and saw Yaser sneaking around, so I hid it in Yaser's palace."

"The potion of truth..." Song Li thought about everything about the potion of truth, his face suddenly changed, he got up and grabbed Yisi's hand, "The potion of truth was made by the czar's younger brother who passed away due to illness?"

Yisi was stunned, looking at Song Li's eager look, collected all the memories in his mind, and nodded after a long time. When he was a child, his father once talked about the tsar's younger brother.

It is said that the Tsar’s younger brother, Zemo Di, was a hero on the battlefield, and also an inventor and creator off the battlefield. It can be said that if he hadn’t died of illness, the throne would have been his, because he is too good, and he has been so good until now. Still feared the Tsar.

"Zemo Emperor is a respectable person." Iss made a comment, watched Song Li's face turn pale, but forced a smile, "Iss, what happened to Owen?"

"His Majesty the Tsar punished him to enrich the Western Plains, and he would never come back. Tsar Yaser only punished him with a few sticks, and then let him go back." Iss felt that the Tsar's treatment was too light.

"That's it." Song Li nodded, and didn't comment on the Czar's actions.

Seeing that the matter had finally calmed down, Yisi said, "Father asked me to go back a few days ago, so I can talk to Son of God."

"You go, don't worry about me."

After Song Li let Yi Si go, he was all nestled in the recliner. It turned out that Mo Xie didn't give up, but was just helping him. The truth potion was invented by Zemo Emperor, and Zemo Emperor's invention was locked up by the tsar , whether Moser stole or otherwise, the Tsar might be furious.

Or maybe, Moze is the great hero, maybe, after all, the potion that has been dusty for more than ten years, even if it is not evaporated, it is almost the same.

Song Li felt sore, no matter what it was, he owed him once, and he only hoped that Mo Ze would not be hated by the Tsar.

There was a gust of wind coming from the window, and Song Li felt that his whole body was wrapped in cold ice. With difficulty, he poked his head out and saw the person he just thought of.

Mo Ze looked at Song Li with an unsteady expression, automatically took off the mask and put it away, and said in a low voice, "Little Li, have you had dinner yet?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Song Li couldn't help but choked on him, looked at the blue color in Mo Ze's eyes, sighed, and shook his body wrapped by Mo Ze.

"Of course it has something to do with me. Yisi told me to let me take care of you personally." Moze touched Song Liyou's beautiful spine through the quilt, with a smile on his lips.

Song Li looked at Mo Ze's face, he was indeed very similar to the Tsar, only more handsome and compelling.

"Mo Ze, you don't want to be like the legend at all." Song Li said half a sentence, looking at Mo Ze's eyes full of deep thought.

Mo Ze rolled his eyes, "You are not as harmless as you appear on the surface." Song Li's body looks extremely cute and simple, especially the little dimples when he smiles, which is simply intoxicating.

But Mo Ze knew the thorns on his body. It took Mo Ze a long time to make sure that Song Li had nothing to do with other people, and looked at Song Li in a good mood.

Even if Song Li is not as innocent and cute as he appears on the surface, as long as it is Song Li, he likes it, no matter what aspect it is.

"For me, are you not afraid that the tsar will punish you and let you die of illness again?" Song Li's voice was calm, but the emotion in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Mo Ze stretched out his hand, took Song Li's hand from under the quilt, and put it on his chest. Seeing the change in Song Li's eyes, he smiled and said, "Undead will not get sick, and I will not die."

Under the palm is the cold skin, without ups and downs, very cold.

Song Li withdrew his hand and looked at him without fear, "You really are an undead."

"Son of God knows, is he going to kill me?" Mo Ze looked at Song Li and asked.

"You and I have no grievances, why should I kill you? I am the one who is tired, not you." Song Li separated Mo Ze with a quilt, and said in a cold voice.

"Little Li'er, I liked you at first sight. You have long black hair and moist eyes. I like everything about you." Mo Ze reached out and stroked Song Li's messy long hair, and then touched him The corner of his eye, pinched his face, no matter how he looked at it, he liked it.

Song Li felt a chill, shivered, and said without opening his face, "But I don't like you."

"It's okay, you will like me." Mo Ze kissed Song Li's forehead, without further contact, "As long as you don't like others, I can wait until you like me."

Song Li looked at Mo Ze's deep golden pupils, his eyes were fiery and fierce, subconsciously turned his head, and asked embarrassingly, "Did the Tsar make things difficult for you?"

"If the Tsar finds out that you are him, will he kill you?" Song Li continued.

"No, everything is fine." Moze looked at the young boy's awkward appearance, and patted his head, "Xiao Lier, if you want to help Liulan and Yisi, I can help you, your task is to protect yourself .”

"How can you help?!" Song Li looked at Mo Ze and waved his hand away.

"Only the Weiss family and the Tsar know what's going on. As long as the head of Weiss speaks, everything will be fine." Moze smiled.

"If it was that simple, would you stop me?" Song Li looked at Mo Ze and expressed his truest thoughts.

"It's really simple in my eyes." Moze's thin lips curled up, and his pale face became more colorful, "It's just that I'm helping you, so what do you have to pay?"

"What do you want?" Song Li looked at Mo Ze. If Mo Ze had a request, then it wouldn't be considered that he took advantage of Mo Ze, and he didn't have to owe him.

Moze smiled, "I want three kisses, and you take the initiative."

Song Li pushed him away, sat up, thought over and over carefully, anyway, his colleagues in the last world took advantage of everything from him, a kiss is not too much.

With that in mind, I really agreed.

Moze's expression was unpredictable, and then he slowly smiled, knowing that he agreed to him because of Yi Si, and he was also happy.

"Moze, I don't know why you like me, but after the high priest Liulan and Yisi are together, I will leave the temple and go to find my parents." Song Li looked at Moze's affectionate face which was not as pale as ordinary people , said hard-heartedly.

When the task is completed, he will leave, and leave soon.

Moze's smile never faded, "You are still young, I have a long time to spend with you, until you can only like me."

There is a strong possession in his eyes. He looks at Song Li with certainty in his eyes. Song Li has been shaken now. As long as he works harder, Xiao Lier will be his. Xiao Lier will like him and be with him , through a long time.

"But Moze, have you ever thought that you won't be able to wait?" Song Li didn't look at him, and when the loopholes in this world were fixed, he would leave and disappear in Moze's eyes forever.

"Xiao Lier, I will wait forever." Moze put on the mask, and a ball of magic power appeared in his hand, directly destroying the undead outside the window.

"You stay here." Mo Ze left that behind and flew out. Mo Ze flew on the top of the palace, looking at the undead king on the top of another palace. The undead king was wearing a blood-colored robe and looked at Mo Ze with blood-red eyes.

Song Li got up, hugged it and walked to the window, looked at the undead king in the distance, his face was solemn, even the little beggar before the undead king knew how powerful he was.

I don't know how many years he has survived, and he eats countless hearts every year, but even the Tsar can't kill him completely.

Although Moze is at the level of a magister, the Undead King is probably at the same level. The outcome of the two is still unknown.

Song Li called the guard who was holding his weapon nervously, and told him to call High Priest Liu Lan.

The guard left in response.

Song Li hugged Na Ye, turned around and left the temple, looking at the undead following behind the undead king, all of them looked at them with fierce faces and sticking out their bright red tongues.

Mo Ze slashed down with his sword, forming a lavender protective film at the entrance of the palace, and said firmly, "Don't come out."

Song Li touched the protective film, blocked him in the palace, gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Ze, sat cross-legged and looked at Mo Ze and the Undead King in the sky.

Holding the dark purple long sword, Mo Ze looked at the Undead King with cold eyes, "Zangya, you're awake!" Mo Ze smiled at the Undead King's hateful eyes.

The bloodthirsty gaze of the undead king Zangya almost burned Moze to death, his voice was hoarse, like the sound of a dilapidated machine starting, "Zemo, I never thought I would stand in front of you."

A skull floated in Zangya's hand, he grinned sinisterly, and pointed at Song Li, "Zemo, you smell like him, so this person who opposes my undead is yours?"

Moze's golden pupils were filled with the cold light of a sharp weapon, "Zangya, I'm Moze."

"I want to take him away!" The floating skull in Zang Ya's hand suddenly moved, and rushed towards where Song Li was. Mo Ze blocked the skull with a burst of purple sword energy.

"With me here, you can never succeed."

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