Doomsday Wood Ruler

This meeting was different from every previous one.

In the past, it was Hughes who took the initiative to meet Shen Mu, regardless of whether the latter agreed or not; but this time, Shen Mu took the initiative to meet Hughes, regardless of whether the latter agreed or not.

Active and passive are very important. Psychologically, a "potential" can be formed. Moreover, if you choose the time by yourself, you may see scenes that you can't usually see.

—For example, feeble Hughes.

The white mist was boundless, it didn't know where it came from, and it didn't know where it dispersed. Looking around, the entire space was occupied by this white mist, and the white-robed boy who called himself Shen Mu's half body was in the middle of the mist.Yes, even though the fog had no boundaries, Shen Mu knew at the first sight of Hughes that there was the center of the fog.

Unlike Shen Mu who is of yellow race, Hughes should be of Caucasian race. When we met before, his skin was healthy fair, but now, it is sickly pale, as if compared to the whiteness of his body. robe.Hughes' lips were dry and his eyes were lax, like a piece of paper that had been stuck in the strong wind for a long time, with a kind of fragility that could be broken at the touch of a touch.

It seemed that he didn't even have the strength to support his body to stand, and he fell on top of the mist. It seemed that he was being held up and down by the illusory mist, and he was obedient like never before...

In other words, let it be slaughtered.

Shen Mu slowly came in front of Hughes.

Strangely, when the young man took steps, the sea of ​​fog parted gently, revealing a white path, just like a scene in a myth.

"Can you hear me, Hughes?"

Shen Mu sat beside him, calling out.

Hughes didn't respond.

Shen Mu patiently called out several times again, Hughes' eyes finally gradually became brighter.

It was an indescribable change.

It's like the last finishing touch after painting a dragon, like a beautiful porcelain doll suddenly has a soul, if Hughes lost his sanity before, now Hughes has regained his thoughts and emotions.

The slender eyelashes fluttered up and down with the blinking of the eyes, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. It was the first time for Shen Mu to observe the appearance of this half-length boy at such a close distance and with such interest, so he counted the differences between himself and the other party. Come.

Unlike Shen Mu who was raised as a skinny boy on Earth, Hughes has been taken care of by many people since he was a baby, and is worshiped as a reincarnation of a god. Every hair loss will cause a fuss, nails trimmed and face washed There are dedicated maids.

Nurtured by this corruption, Hughes' features were softer, more refined, and more... effeminate.

After Shen Mu came to this conclusion in his heart, he decided to rot this sentence in his stomach.

The young man waited patiently, watching with great interest that those eyes regained their brilliance.

dizzy.

Hughes barely regained some strength, and saw the figure in front of him. He seemed surprised, but in the surprise he understood: "It's you?"

His voice was dry.

Shen Mu fished it out casually, and a small water polo condensed in his hand. The boy put the water polo near his mouth, Hughes hesitated to speak, and finally opened his mouth and drank the water.

I don't know whether it was intentional or accidental, when the dry lips and slender fingers brushed gently, Shen Mu could feel the softness and warmth of the lips, maybe it was a fever, the lips were much hotter than the body temperature of ordinary people.

After feeding several water polos in a row, Hughes seemed to regain some strength. He seemed dissatisfied with the fact that he was lying down. He struggled to sit up, and cooperated with the boy who lifted him up to lock him in the in his arms.

"you……"

The unfinished words disappeared instantly after seeing the scene in front of him.

The two returned to the interior of the temple.

An outrageously large bed, gold and white intertwined furnishings, and a mirror presented by the elves on the wall.

Their place is on the bed.

Hughes moved his fingers, but still lacked the strength, he leaned against Shen Mu's chest as if giving up: "Have you learned how to control this kind of power?"

This is a doubtful sentence, but it uses a positive tone.The water polo just now is proof.

Shen Mu said lightly: "This is my dream."

That's right, in the dream, there is nothing that cannot be realized, and the owner of the dream has always been Shen Mu, not him.

Hughes thought rather self-deprecatingly, and said again: "In that case, why did you feed me water just now?" Also, it is obvious that someone who can give birth to a water polo directly in front of him has to adopt such a method. Is it intentional or not? Thinking rigid did not expect? — or is it some other reason?

Shen Mu stretched his hands out in front of his eyes, revealing two bracelets on his wrists, one emerald green and the other transparent: "Do you want it?"

Hughes did not refuse, and stretched out his hands to hold Shen Mu's.

After absorbing the energy stored in Xuejian and Jinglan, seeing that their colors were much dimmer, Hughes' complexion turned better, even a little rosy.After the demonic plants only had the energy to maintain their own existence, Shen Mu's expression froze slightly, and he suddenly realized that his own energy was also being swallowed.

Or, it should be called vitality.

Less withdrawal will make people sleepy, more withdrawal will damage the foundation, if the withdrawal is endless, perhaps in this temple, a "human stem" will be born.

Shen Mu broke away.

Even if Hughes used a lot of strength, it was not much harder for Shen Mu to break free from him than a weak baby.

"Sure enough, I lost."

This sentence was bitter at first, and then there was a kind of helplessness and unwillingness to accept fate. Hughes said: "Are you going to eat me?" He closed his eyes: "Come on."

"You look like a sacrifice to the gods."

Shen Mu's hands, after breaking away from Hughes, put them on his lower abdomen and legs, as if encircling him, and the faint words now seemed to be like an invisible bondage, encircling him, so that he cannot escape.

Gods, offerings.

The eyeballs under the eyelids seemed to be trembling slightly, Shen Mu observed, collected the information, and said with a smile: "As expected, we are in a relationship that can devour each other."

One body, two souls.

One body with two souls is not as beautiful as described in some novels.

Shen Mu suspected a long time ago that Hughes wanted to eat him.

The boy didn't say anything, he just didn't want to anger this existence who called himself a half body.

He is not a fool to provoke an enemy who may not be able to compete when he is not sure.

Even if Hughes was evaluated as a man-made god, Shen Mu was just a mortal, so what qualifications did he have to be equal to a "god"?

Until he discovered the weakness of "God".

The 18-year cycle of dream theater proves that Hughes existed from the very beginning. In this case, the spirit of young children should be much weaker than that of adults. Why didn't they swallow it at the beginning?If it is only worth devouring a soul that has awakened ability after adulthood, then why has there been no movement this year?

Don't say that Hughes is observing and understanding modern times, Shen Mu doesn't believe it.

After devouring him, wouldn't Hughes be able to better integrate into society?The college campus is far enough away from parents and relatives that some changes are normal when we meet again.

Shen Mu made a bold assumption.

That is, Hughes had accumulated energy for a whole year before finally releasing a big move: communicate with him.

Maybe people who are regarded as gods have been used to it for a long time, and it is normal to make one move a year, but it does not mean that someone will do useless things, so what is the point of communicating with him for Hughes?

Speed ​​up soul fusion?

Although thinking of this possibility, Shen Mu didn't know how to break the situation.

This feeling is terrible, as if walking towards the cliff step by step, knowing that there is an abyss in front of you, but you can't stop.

When Shen Mu woke up early in the morning, he found that the bracelet on his wrist was much dimmer.

This happens once, every time.

Half asleep and half awake, Shen Mu tried hard to maintain his sanity, felt someone touching Xuejian and Jinglan, secretly opened his eyes a crack, and saw the thick fog all over the sky, unable to distinguish anything.

After a few days like this, Shen Mu made another hypothesis.

The miracles performed by the young boy in front of the temple, the scene was grand and grand, with plants covering the sky and covering the sky, it was not the same as Shen Mu's current ability, but is the gap really that big?

Since Hughes could draw something from Xuejian and Jinglan, what about the plants that executed sinners?

While losing blood and blue, while returning blood to blue, so it can be supported.

After listening to Shen Mu's analysis, Hughes nodded slightly, opened his eyes, and said softly, "It was discovered by you in this way."

His expression is complicated.

"You were not so weak before." Shen Mu laid him in a lying position on the soft big bed, thinking thoughtfully, "Is it because my ability has awakened?"

Both knew that he wasn't talking about plants, but about shooting.

"Yes."

Ability is limited, divided between two souls, one has more and the other has less. At present, Shen Mu's priority is higher than that of Hughes.

why?

One was born and raised on the earth, and the other was a former god from another world. This power has a strong natural atmosphere, and it was obviously born out of the god of nature, so he chose the former instead of the latter?

Shen Mu stared at Hughes: "Tell me, who I am."

The young man in white robe who seemed to have completely lost his will to resist on the bed snorted and turned his face away: "Don't ask me such philosophical questions."

Shen Mu grabbed his chin, and turned that face back: "If I eat you, can I know?"

Hughes' pupils constricted slightly, and his expression of fear could not be hidden, but he was still stubborn: "You can try." His voice was no longer soft, but was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably: "This is your dream, you Don’t hand feed me water at all—subconscious intimacy?”

Are you really willing to kill me?

Although there is no deep friendship, and the few meetings are not particularly good, Hughes has a stubborn determination. ——Those eyes were burning with prayers that the master didn't even know about, they were really beautiful.

Shen Mu smiled lightly, and bent down.

He seemed completely unmoved, and said in a manly voice: "Speaking of which, I don't know how to eat it yet. Is it too barbaric to bite and swallow it?"

Hughes looked desperate and closed his eyes again.

Then, he felt something moist and warm touch his eyelids.