As the plague father, how can I save the world?

23.

"It hurts……"

Alice's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

Su Yun smelled the smell of blood. He heard Alice's playful coquettishness, and for some reason, he felt cramps in his chest.

Su Yun stretched out his hand to heal the wound. He didn't need to grow up quickly. He still had countless hours. Waiting wouldn't bore him. He didn't want to see his creations bleed because of it.

——Even though the Little Plagues had long been unaware of how many times they had fought among themselves, Su Yun felt inexplicably that this time, it was different.

"Huh? Father God wants to heal me? No..." Alice lowered her wrist aggrievedly, he inserted the thin blade into his forearm even harder, and tilted his head, "Is Father God despising me? Don't refuse Alice, are you okay?"

After all, Alice didn't give Su Yun a chance to refute. He pulled out the blade and threw it on the ground, then raised his hand and gently held the baby's face. The dripping blood flowed down his arm, and then With Alice's touch, Su Yun's naked skin was stained red.

Su Yun tasted the taste of blood.

Thick and sweet, with a stinky sourness... This is not the smell that human blood should have.

The irrigation of blood changed the baby in the swaddle, and the newborn immature body was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually growing into the appearance of a two-year-old child.

Alice looked at his god piously and obsessively. He reached out and stroked the outline of the child, like a ritual of worshiping the gods.

Su Yun reached out and wiped the blood on his face. Now his arm finally had some strength, but it was still weak compared to an adult's body.

The bloodstain gradually faded, and finally only the clean and dust-free skin remained.

Alice reached out and hugged Su Yun, and rubbed the child's face sideways: "Let's go, I still have the child's clothes in my room... I used to wear them, and they are very suitable for the current Father God."

22.

Main house restaurant.

Under the brilliant lights, there was a solemn decoration. The head maid walked among the tables and chairs with the maids, and arranged the dining table in an orderly manner.

The movements of the maids are fast and silent. When they were in the old house, their inhuman side was magnified to the maximum. All the movements were the same, with similar and neat arcs, as if they had measured the same angle.

Their expressions are also extremely similar, like dolls, exquisite and perfect, without any flaws.

If ordinary human beings will go crazy sooner or later in the ancient houses of Syracuse, but Jenny Black can live to this age in peace, it can only show that she is not ordinary people.

Jenny has never been married, and she has long known that she will spend her whole life in this ancient house.

The door of the dining room was opened, and the real owner of the mansion entered this place where he was far away. Jenny quickly retreated to the corner, only wishing that there was no shadow in this room for her to shelter in.

The owner, who was a baby a few hours ago, had grown into a toddler about two years old at this time, with short black hair, pure black and dumb, and silver eyes reflecting the lights in the entire restaurant.

The toddler was wearing a pure black pocket-sized formal suit with a light blue decorative tie at the neckline.

The family seems to have a penchant for black, no matter how old they look, they always dress alike.

The boy seemed to want to take the child to the main seat, but the dedicated head maid had already placed a seat for the child there, so the boy put the child in the armchair after a gesture, and the boy looked at the table that was also scaled down. Tableware, showing a novel smile: "These tableware are...do you still have them?"

Alice smiled sweetly: "Yes, I keep all the gifts you gave me."

Back then, the three little plagues were still children in size, so Su Yun made almost all pocket-sized daily necessities for them, including tableware.

Su Yun: "Then are the tableware I gave Teresa and Jasmin still there?"

Alice blinked: "What is that? I haven't seen it before... Probably throw it away?"

Su Yun turned around and found the head maid. The head maid bowed slightly to him: "My lord, keep them in the warehouse properly."

At this moment, the door of the restaurant opened again, and now the nominal owner of Syracuse stepped into the door, and he sat down on the lower left of the main seat, facing Alice.

Flora's eyes were firmly locked on Su Yun's body, and she didn't give Alice any corner of the eye: "My God, you have already drunk the blood of the plague."

Su Yun nodded, but due to the limitation of his body size, this supposedly gentle and tolerant gesture became as cute as a little adult.

Flora laughed slowly, his red eyes seemed to be coagulating blood, and the thick crimson color became darker and darker.

"Our blood stinks, please be patient."

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, and said in disapproval: "No, Alice's blood doesn't have any bad smell."

His articulation is still not very clear, and he has to speak slowly if he wants to express a sentence clearly.

Alice's eyes lit up immediately, and Su Yun could almost hear the beeps like "bass" or "ding", and then Alice began to look down at her arm, as if she was scanning the small arm. Blood vessels in the arm.

Seeing the little plague's movements becoming more and more dangerous, Su Yun quickly added: "But I don't want to try it a second time."

Alice stopped, and Flora didn't speak anymore. He only focused on the young child on the main seat.

Such a father god is really rare, the last time... How long ago was it?

The tabletop is covered with snow-white tablecloths inlaid with gold, decorated with seasonal flowers, and the dishes are delivered to the dining table in a rigid order, and the golden patterns on the porcelain plates shine brightly under the light.

The light illuminates the three hosts at the dining table from top to bottom. They are also dressed in black, but their hair and eye colors are completely different, pale gold, red gold, deep blue, dark red and silver white...these are mutually incompatible. The colors are mixed with each other, thick as an oil painting.

The times have changed, it is difficult for people to see oil lamps nowadays, and the candles in the old house are more decorative than practical. The head maid stood in the corner and looked at her master’s house, feeling that this scene should not happen in this era .

It is reminiscent of the devils in those movies and stories—these undead monsters are always dressed in human skins, hiding gracefully and noblely in human society, and all those who discover the truth are killed.

21.

That night, Flora still took Su Yun back to his previous bedroom as before. This time, Alice avoided competing with him. There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between them. .

Su Yun was held down by Flora to take a bath. The antique bath was no less than a big lake in view of his current body size. Afterwards, Su Yun was put on a set of pure white nightgown by Flora. , the material is very comfortable.

Su Yun looked at the pool, then tugged at Flora's cuff: "Fufu...the little snake."

This time, because he entered the state designated by Flora as soon as he came to this world, Su Yun did not carry Anita's little white snake with him. He hadn't seen it for a long time, and he was not used to it.

Flora picked up Su Yun and strode towards the bed curtain: "That poisonous snake? It was taken away by Anita. After all, it is his bone and should return to his body."

Su Yun nodded: "...Is that so?"

Flora placed Su Yun in the center of the bed, and then he surrounded Su Yun with fluffy quilts and pillows, forcing him into a small quilt.

Su Yun didn't move, and obediently let Flora play freely: "What are you doing?"

"It's to make you more comfortable." Flora looked at the humble lair with dissatisfaction, "Do you like it?"

Of course, Su Yun only had one answer: "I like it very much."

Flora lay down next to him, his shadow circled and condensed around him, he raised his hand, the shadow slipped from his fingers, and condensed into a red-eyed black young snake in mid-air.

This reptile is not as big as Anita's white jade snake. Compared to a snake, it looks more like a small loach, but in terms of appearance, it is not inferior at all. The pure black scales have a crystal-like texture, and the red eyes are also Very agile, like ruby.

Su Yun looked at the little thing that crawled onto his wrist, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this a little snake for me?"

"If it can catch your eye..." Flora pulled up the quilt, "My God, it's time for you to go to bed, do you need a bedtime story?"

Su Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's no need for this, just turn off the lights."

"As ordered."

Flora laughed softly, and his shadow climbed up the wall soundlessly, turning the already sealed room into an impenetrable cage. The soft light of the lamp was swallowed up, leaving only darkness in the room.

Flora's voice became deeper and deeper, as if she wanted to blend in with the silence: "My god, you will receive my blood at the end."

The darkness was very drowsy, Su Yun relaxed his young body, and replied softly: "Yes."

20.

Father God fell asleep.

Flora knew this well.

Outside the thick bed net is a closed space constructed by his shadow, where nothing will be allowed to peep, only him and his god.

Flora's human figure was gradually blurred, and countless shadows overflowed from the boundaries of his body. These shadows were like the Styx, layer by layer, gently wrapping Su Yun's body, creating a huge cocoon.

The darkness here is Flora's eyes. He looks at his god all the time, like a dragon staring at his unique priceless treasure, and like a jailer guarding the only prisoner in the prison.

His god is now in his shadow, in his body, no one can take it away.

God will fall into a deep sleep, but God's creation will not. All the plagues are only eternal day. They maintain clear perception and thinking all the time, and clearly feel the love and love that is only accumulated but not released. hatred.

All the pain will come to an end in the near future, maybe it is a new reincarnation, or it is all understanding.

But no matter which one...

All are worth looking forward to.

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