Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

In the small and quiet space, there is a simple white table, a floor covering, and a simple box.

A pure white arm stretched out from the soft quilt, and pulled the quilt down, revealing the sleepy eyes in it.

Under the daylight, the man was white to transparent, and there were a few drops of sleepy water in the corners of his pale pink eyes: "Housekeeper, message."

The voice of the electronic butler rang in the empty space.

"Dear Master Song Zhixun, your application for resignation has been officially approved at 11 pm on November 29th, and you are now unemployed."

"Ah...headache." The voice that sounds like a clear spring draws tiredly, "Can't there be any good news?"

"Dear Master Song Zhixun, your grandmother died at 164:11 on November 30, 22 Era. According to the will, your inheritance has been put into the box. Please check it."

who died?

Song Zhixun lay on the bed for a long time before recalling that he still had a grandmother, the old lady who had abandoned the family for 50 years.

It was an unusually free woman, and he had seen it several times, each time accompanied by quarrels.

He has the deepest impression of that woman only once, the woman stood in front of him with high heels, squatted down, her hands with bright red nail polish grabbed his hair and made him raise his head high as a child: "Look at this picture Pretty cute little face? The expression that will be played wantonly under the pressure in the future, it will be very cute, right?"

He remembered that his father angrily pulled the woman away and pushed her out, and his father roared the word 'scroll'.

"What kind of inheritance?" Song Zhixun sat up and rubbed his short, fluffy hair, which glowed faintly under the light.

"The inheritance has been signed for you." The electronic butler pushed a box over.

"Just throw this kind of thing away. There's no need to put it in front of me." Song Zhixun looked at the dirty box with disgust. Now that the express delivery is developed, it is impossible for this kind of damage. antique.

"Paper letter?" There was a sealed envelope on the box.

"My descendants, there are two boxes in front of you. The first thing I need you to do is verify the password box next to it. If you fail to verify successfully, it proves that the box does not belong to you. You must find the owner for the box. For You successfully found the owner of the box without wasting time, and there is a universal card inside the box that can be opened, and you can withdraw a certain amount every month to guarantee your daily life.”

Is this some kind of family heirloom?Still need to find a master?Song Zhixun touched the slightly clean white box next to him in disgust.

"Verification succeeded."

An unexpected sound suddenly sounded, and the white box opened automatically, releasing a dazzling light from inside.

In Song Zhixun's field of vision, something came out of the box, walked around his body, and grabbed his arm. He was completely embraced by the light that seemed to materialize, and that light seemed to have transformed into a human form.

The 'man' clasped his fingers tightly, and a burst of moist kisses fell on his neck. His collar was turned up, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin hidden in it.

"I found you, Your Highness the Queen of God."

An unfamiliar voice echoed in the space, and Song Zhixun stood up immediately: "Who? Who? Get out!"

But how could there be a hiding place in an empty room?But the voice just now was as clear as it was right next to his ears.

There was something strange on his neck, which seemed to be something cold and iron. He immediately walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Inside his open collar, a black collar was imprisoned around his neck. Find the joint, what is this thing?

"...Damn it..."

Song Zhixun grabbed the ring and tried to break it off with brute force, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw another scene in the mirror. Behind him, a person appeared!

Song Zhixun's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but sweat. What is it?Haunted?

The person behind him in the mirror seemed to be huge in stature. The white metal mask firmly covered every inch of his exposed skin. The cold light reflected in the mirror, like a human-shaped armor, but Song Zhixun But it seems that from the completely invisible mask, the eyes of the person behind the mask are staring closely at himself in the mirror.

this is dreaming...

Song Zhixun closed his eyes in self-deception, turned around and lay on the bed touching the wall. It was an illusion, definitely an illusion.

"His Royal Highness." The mechanical sound like cold metal knocking came directly to his eardrums from the empty room, "I am the emissary of the godswood forest in Raster Palace, the Templar Knight, and I am here to take you home."

"Ahhhhhhh—" Song Zhixun was startled, and suddenly stepped on the bedding and went straight forward, but was caught by a thick arm.

It's so soft... The knight instinctively relaxed his strength, allowing Song Zhixun to fall on the bedding more lightly. The knight didn't dare to have too many movements. The body of Her Highness the Queen of God is too soft and delicate, and he can't control his body well at all. Strength, it seems that just a little carelessness may directly cancel the life of Her Highness the Queen of God.

This is absolutely impossible.

A shadow enveloped Song Zhixun, the metal gloves made a rattling sound, and his hand gently brushed off the light shirt covering his body, with the gentle warmth wrapped around his fingertips, skipping the arc of his collarbone, he leaned down contemptuously ... The knight's kiss fell on the collar around his neck.

Song Zhixun sat stiffly on the bed, half of his shoulders were exposed in his wide pajamas, a small part of his beautiful white ankle was under the upturned pajama pants, his delicate feet were coiled on the snow-white sheet, every corner of him was written Fear.

What is this?Humanoid mecha?Why did it appear in your own home?What is he trying to do?Song Zhixun's brain was in chaos.

"The Knights of the Temple - The Commander of the Knights offers the highest loyalty to you. Your command is the only direction for the knights to move forward. Your Highness, Your Highness, please allow the humble subordinates to serve you. The entire Palace of Rasteri is ready To welcome the return of His Highness the Queen of God."

Templar knight?Palazzo Lastre?What it is?Wait a minute, Palazzo Lastri, he has an impression of this name.

"The Raster Palace International Rare Godswood Forest?" Song Zhixun seemed to have realized something.

The knight nodded, and half-kneeled in front of Song Zhixun, harmless all over, without any sense of danger to hurt him.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Song Zhixun immediately raised his head, quickly ran to the door and opened it, standing at the door was his hair, Xiaoyuanhei.