Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

"Yes." Song Zhixun was delighted when he heard the answer he expected. The Seven Emotions panel is really useful. It can reduce the 'thinking' to the minimum and directly suppress the thinking of God. It is simply too convenient.

The boy's pale golden pupils were all his own. Song Zhixun stepped on Gong's kneeling legs, but he could feel the hardness of the muscles coming from the soles of his feet. If he really suddenly became violent, he might die No burial place.

It can only be said that this moment is safe now.

But it doesn't mean that the next moment is also safe, after all, people's emotions are constantly changing, as long as you relax and start thinking, things will become complicated.

After all... Don't many people who have been deceived just find out that something is wrong after all kinds of aftertaste?

Song Zhixun looked at the Seven Emotions panel, wishing he could directly set his anger value to zero!

"I like the way you are obedient." Song Zhixun knew very well that since he hit a stick, he must be given a candy, and only by going back and forth can the effect be achieved. "So I will give you a reward."

To be on the same plane as God.

"What do you want? Let me hear it?" Since Gong said that he fulfilled his wish, then under equality, he must fulfill one of Gong's wishes, so that even after the event, he should not be jealous.

"Calf." Gong didn't hide it at all, "Let me see your calf."

Song Zhixun froze for a moment, his calf?

"Okay." Song Zhixun turned around and slowly lifted his trouser legs. His movements were so stiff that he could even feel the burning temperature in Gong's gaze.

Although Song Zhixun's legs are slender, they are not skinny. The elastic muscles are wrapped in white and delicate skin, and the hair is so delicate that it is almost invisible. They are a pair of perfect legs that can almost attract everyone's attention.

Is it hurt?Song Zhixun vaguely thought, but all the wounds were healed by the God of Creation.

Kneeling behind him, Gong's gaze was much calmer than before. He gently brushed Song Zhixun's calf with his fingers, but his long and sharp nails had never touched Song Zhixun even a little bit, and his fingertips were covered with calluses. , the touch on Song Zhixun's legs can't be regarded as gentle.

But such rough friction made Song Zhixun feel even more strange.

Unlike before, which was filled with a strong sense of aggression, the touch at this time was so gentle that it was like an illusion.

"It has disappeared." Gong's voice has changed from the previous Zhang Yang's voice, it is much deeper and calmer, "The blue blood, redness, and wounds have all disappeared now."

"That's right." Song Zhixun said to Gong suddenly and thoughtlessly, "The wound will heal quickly."

Although it is all credit to the god of creation, Rast.

Gong held Song Zhixun's calf, and Song Zhixun realized that the boy's hands were not small. He hated being touched, but he didn't feel disgusted by Gong's touch.

"Defense, recovery, rescue, I can't do these." Gong's voice was calm, but it seemed to be suppressing some indescribable exhaustion deep inside, "All I can do is destroy, get sick, die, everything in the world, I was never welcomed."

Song Zhixun froze for a moment, but didn't know what to say. At this moment, there was a strange fluctuation on the Qiqing panel.

Among them, 'joy' dropped sharply, while 'thinking' and 'sorrow' continued to increase. With the increase of these two emotions, Song Zhixun turned around and saw Gong's expression at this time.

"It's really great to be able to recover." At this time, Gong lifted Song Zhixun's calf, bent down, and dropped a light kiss on Song Zhixun's original wound.

At this moment, something seemed to flash through Song Zhixun's mind, and he quickly turned his head to look at the young man who seemed humble at this time, only then did he realize that the young man's hair was not exactly red, it was very dim, red as if it were black, Maybe like his people, the publicity in the sun is just to make people forget to look at his original depth.

The young man's expression was very calm, but there was no light in those pale golden eyes. He was tired and tired. Song Zhixun suddenly had an idea. Maybe the "God of Destruction" that the knight called was not mentally normal. From a human point of view, but from the point of view of a 'God of Destruction'.

What should the mind of the God of Destruction look like?Perhaps the feelings he felt when facing those intruders should be the normal feelings of the God of Destruction. For the God of Destruction, he had thoughts that he shouldn't have.

"You..." Song Zhixun asked doubtfully, "Do you like life?"

The God of Destruction did not answer, he stood up, a little shorter than Song Zhixun, the young man seemed to exude a bit of decadence and sadness, the higher the 'thinking' on the panel, the higher the 'sorrow', all the publicity It was just an illusion, and the one standing in front of him at this moment was the real one—the delirious God of Destruction.

Is there an emotional problem?Is God mentally ill?

"When was the last time you had a good conversation with someone else?" Song Zhixun asked.

"I don't know." Gong shook his head, his long red and black hair swaying gently, "It's been too long, so long, I don't remember that person's face."

Is that really the case?Because the three gods are not in good condition and have poor communication, coupled with the lack of external stimuli, the "gods" who have a more complex spirit than humans have completely entered the time of solitude. They know their responsibilities but ignore their own needs. .

So it led to the development of the final deformity and pathology.

In the so-called "Oracle", the concept of "Queen of God" may not only mean "partner", but also the psychiatrist of God and stimulate them to reflect on the meaning of existence?

Song Zhixun has always been very smart, but now he feels that he may be overthinking.

"Do you have anything you like?" What they need is something they like, but Song Zhixun changed his mouth after asking, "No, it doesn't matter whether you like it or not, the important thing is whether I like it or not."

Before that, at least it is necessary to give the lost God a guide.

"Destruction must exist." Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes, grabbed the hair of the God of Destruction, and narrowed the distance between Gong and himself, "Do you understand?"

If there is no destruction, what is the meaning of existence?

"You..." There was a faint light flowing in Gong's pale golden pupils, "must exist."

□□ and treatment must coexist, the rent is too difficult to earn.