The First Law God Black History Handbook

Thrander stood by the window.

Outside is a vast expanse of holy light, without vitality, without sound, everything is nothingness and does not exist.

The window sill was cold and smooth, and his hand stroked it lightly.

"There is nothing here." A voice came from the hazy light, revealing the unique peace and security of a god, "Of course, even if there is, he will not let you see it."

Thrander raised his eyes and looked into the white light.

"We meet again, dear Thurander."

Thrander turned around and walked into the house.He knew the purpose of this main god, and he had plenty of time to play with him.

Sure enough, the other party appeared in front of him, preventing his next move, "I think we can have a good talk."

"Do I have the right to say 'no'?" Thrander looked at him.

"Of course, you didn't." The Lord God of Light was bathed in divine light, and said the most arrogant and rude words in the gentlest tone, "You know my purpose, Thrander, I can cooperate with you, this is your escape from here Only chance."

Not everyone could look directly at the face of the Lord God. Thrander's eyes were stung by the other party, but he did not avoid his gaze, let alone close his eyes.

"I don't trust you."

"Oh?" The Lord God smiled, "What do you want me to do?"

Thurander pointed to his feet, "Break it, or hand over the 'Judger' to me. "

The Lord God looked at Thrander's face. This face was flawless and beautiful as described by all the beautiful words in the world, but his eyes were cold and his expression was icy.

The main god did not respond to Thrander's request.

"You still have time to think about it, but I'm going to rest, Lord God."

The Lord God smiled, with an unclear meaning between a sneer and a sneer, "He will come back and continue to press you and embed himself into your body, can you bear it?"

Thrander felt something in his heart was suddenly dragged out, rolling and roaring in the darkness.

That was something he had hidden deeply and buried for a long time.

A taboo that is not touched by others.

"Go away," he said.

The Lord God noticed that the other party's fingertips were trembling imperceptibly, and his voice was slightly trembling, even if it was just a single word, it fully explained the anger and fear in the other party's heart.

Oh, he really couldn't bear it.

The Lord God speculated triumphantly, moved again, walked up to Thrander, and looked straight at him, "We can cooperate. Thrander, Aruman can't stop me from doing anything to you, you should know this, But I want to ensure that the "judge" will not fall into the hands of others. "

Thrander's eyes were full of irritable emotions, and he was enduring and thinking.

Finally compromise.

"What are you going to do?"

The Lord God smiled, "I can't open your chains, but you can help me control Aruman. As long as Aruman has no freedom, then I will hand over the "Judger" to you without any scruples. "

Thrander's pupils narrowed sharply, "Impossible."

"You have no choice."

This time it was Thrander's turn to sneer, "Compared to your purpose, I would rather be coerced by him. At least what he wants is my body, not my life."

The Lord God was silent for a moment, and his tone was inexplicable, "I never thought of taking your life. Thrander, the God of Inspiration, I have high hopes for you."

Thrander didn't give the main god another look. He rejected him coldly and forcefully, not wanting to say another word.

Aruman returns amidst a standoff between the two negotiators.

The main god disappeared from the room. When Aruman came in, his eyes quickly searched for the figure of his beloved, and he was relieved until he saw the slender and leisurely shadow.

"I thought you'd go with him."

"With whom?" Thrander walked to the table, took a sip of the green fruit wine.

"You know who it is, Thrander." Legston walked up and hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, his voice was affectionate and lingering, "Don't leave me, Thrander, do you want to I can give you anything."

Thrander laughed, but did not speak.

What he wants is both simple and difficult, not everyone can give it to him.

Legston's embrace was hot, Thrander squinted his eyes, and his thinking was a little sluggish. It wasn't until Legston's kiss landed on his neck that he gradually came back to his senses.

"You are hurt?"

"No." Legston drew his arms tighter, and the two bodies were tightly attached to each other.

Thrander put down the wine glass and held his hand: "Show me."

"...Really not." Legston laughed, with layers of joy and complacency in his voice, "Thurander, you love me so much."

"..."

The vastness outside did not change. Thrander's gaze moved slowly, but he did not find a stopping point in the end.

Normally, when Legston was around, different scenery would appear in front of Thrander outside the window.Sometimes the flowers are blooming in spring, sometimes the grass is deep and the trees are lush, sometimes it is fruitful in autumn, and sometimes it is snowing in winter.

More often, Legston would conjure up the places they used to walk together, constantly brushing up the sense of presence in front of Thrander.

"I said I would try to accept you. I thought you understood." Thrander frowned, his voice much lower.

"Of course I understand." The young Lord God said softly with a trace of grievance on his face, "You said 'try', not 'I am willing'."

Thrander raised his eyelashes, the displeasure he felt just now dissipated because of the other party's words, leaving only a little smile.

"What else do you want? Hmm?" Thrander grabbed the other's wrist, exerted a little force, and then turned to look at the people behind.

After using coercion, this young man dared to make demands on him. He didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.

Legston was stopped by Thrander.

What he wanted was actually very simple, besides Thrander, it was Thrander.

But it was such an obvious pursuit, but no matter how he pursued it, he couldn't really touch and possess it.

Thrander looked at the young man in front of him, and there was a slight undercurrent in his eyes.

Legston has the persistence and courage that belong only to young people, without fear or shrinking, and has inexhaustible enthusiasm for the people he recognizes.

If he hadn't met himself, he would have lived freely and recklessly like a ranger.

Thrander stretched out his hand to the other party, frowning slightly.His hand landed on Legston's chest, and Legston flinched and stepped back.

Thrander didn't speak, but his gaze was instantly cold, with deep anger on his face.

He knew what it was, and he knew why Legston backed off.

This is the evil eye of desire, a curse that can magnify desire, a dark curse that keeps the soul depraved.

Legston was cursed.

"I'm fine." Legston held Thurander's finger, and before he could explain, he was taken aback by the cold temperature above, "Why is it so cold? Are you uncomfortable?"

Thrander withdrew his hand and slightly lowered his eyes.

Legston's heart was pounding, and his entire chest was filled with unspeakable pain, "Thurander, I..." His gaze was fixed on Thrander's face, soft and affectionate, "I know you don't want to, I can go out..."

"Who are you going to find?" Thrander raised his eyes, his tone was cold.

He knew Legston's ability and courage that such a curse could not be avoided or lifted.But he came back and stood in front of him, playing the role of a weak person who can be seen through at a glance.

Thrander was angry, furious, but helpless.

For the first time in more than 200 years, he wanted to beat someone hard.

Legston immediately realized his compromise from Thrander's words, and his eyes lit up.

He moved closer to the other party in surprise, and rubbed the tip of his nose teasingly against Thrander's face.

For a moment, the unique cold fragrance of the beloved seemed to have life, and it quickly occupied his thinking and soul, rippling and provoking in his nasal cavity.

Legston stretched out his hand and stroked the other's cheek, breathing gradually heavier.

"Thrander..."

He knew what Thrander's compromise meant.When he was deliberately plotted against, when he put all his eggs in one basket, he was ready to be rejected.

but none.Thurander did not refuse him.

Legston was almost driven crazy by this knowledge. He almost couldn't control his trembling arms. He tried twice before avoiding Thrander's hair. He hugged him and sent him to the bed.

"I'm so happy, Thurander."

"..." Thrander turned his eyes away, choosing not to look directly at the young man's fiery eyes and fiery chest.

Legston's wet/heavy kiss landed on Thrander's cheek and lips, and he trembled with excitement.

"I really didn't expect..."

Thrander turned to stare at him, "Shut up."

Legston froze for a moment, raised his body slightly, and looked at Thrander, who was frowning coldly, his eyes quickly gathered sadness and despair, "... Thrander, you don't want to, do you?" Whispering, the temperature on his body cooled down, and he wanted to get off the body of his beloved.

Thrander's body stiffened almost invisibly.

Legston never concealed his love and affection for him, but what he did always forced him to make choices, or conflict the bottom line.

This is a temptation and a provocation.

It was his connivance that magnified the other party's desire and demands.

Just like it is now.

The young man deliberately distorted his meaning, forcing him to give in and take the initiative.

"If you must do this." Thurander grabbed the other's arm that was about to retract, his eyes were filled with the night under the thunder, and the feeling was cold, "I will drive you away completely."

Legston stared at him blankly, as if taken aback by his merciless words.

Thrander looked back at him and didn't move again until Legston's hair accidentally fell into his eyelids, and he couldn't help but tilt his head to avoid it.

The next moment he heard Legston's muffled laughter, growing louder and vibrating in his ears.

"Thurander, you love me." He smiled triumphantly and proudly, opened his mouth to bite Thrander's earlobe, and even his voice was burning with warmth, "I finally see your heart."

Probing again and again, chasing again and again, he finally touched the other party's temperature.

Legston moved the senses of the people under him, his heart was beating vigorously, and there was a volcanic feeling flowing down his limbs and bones, so thick that it made him ache all over.

At this moment, nothing exists in his world.Only his Thurander, his - lover.