Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Song Zhixun was knocked on the door early in the morning. He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the retro bed curtain in confusion. He sat up, unable to recover for a long time.

So hot……

Unlike the refreshing mornings illuminated by the sun that I experienced before, I slept in the quilt until I was sweating all over. I stretched out my hand to pull the quilt away, and the exposed skin was in close contact with the air, but I didn't feel a bit of coolness.

There is a stuffy feeling in the whole air, which is a little uncomfortable.

There was a faint water vapor, which was a strange smell. Song Zhixun turned his head and saw the sky outside.

Today...there is no sun.

Song Zhixun opened the door while looking at the sky outside curiously. Standing at the door was the one-handed and one-legged Yissel.

"What's the matter?" All the anger of yesterday's incident has been washed away by Rust, and his attitude towards Issel is so peaceful that it makes Issel feel terrified.

"These." Iser held a small cloth bag, and when Song Zhixun took it, he saw a bunch of strange chips.

"What is this?" Song Zhixun picked up a chip and looked at it, but it was impossible to tell what was inside from the outside.

"It's all the ID cards you asked for." Issel stood in front of Song Zhixun, "We are no longer soldiers of the Iron Kingdom."

"Why did you send me such a terrible thing early in the morning?" Since it was buried in the skin of the human body, it was actually a small bomb in itself, designed to explode quickly after the death of a soldier to prevent the enemy from finding out military secrets.

"I..." Isel opened his mouth, "Hey, I'm not being hypocritical with you, I was wrong to treat you like yesterday, I hope you don't mind too much."

"Why is it so gloomy outside?" Song Zhixun's eyes stayed outside the window, through the transparent glass, he could see the blue sky covered by layers of gray clouds, his eyes widened, not knowing what happened.

"It's going to rain," Issel said. "It's a normal part of the weather."

"I...have never seen rain." The weather can appear in countless film and television works. Although the upper-level residents can see a little blue sky and touch a certain corner illuminated by the sun, they never Never really felt the rain.

Opening the window, Song Zhixun raised his head. The sultry heat in the air turned out to be the air pressure suppressed by the clouds. There was no wind at all, and suddenly something seemed to be dripping on his forehead.

He wiped his forehead with his fingers, it seemed that water droplets were dripping down, and then the water droplets kept falling on his face, and on his hands, he just put on a simple coat, the mischievous rain even directly It got into his clothes and stuck to his skin.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, forming a dense patch of rainwater, from fine and dense drizzle to torrential rain. Song Zhixun stared at the scenery blurred by the rain, his eyes widened, and his heart was extremely shocked.

"It's really raining, is it raining?" Song Zhixun stretched out his hand, felt the force of the water droplets with his fingers, and the huge water droplets hit the skin, giving him a strange tactile sensation.

The originally drowsy mood of getting up instantly turned into joy, and Song Zhixun took a step forward and rushed towards the hall.

The glass of the temple can hear the sound of pattering rainwater hitting it, and naturally it plays music with the church.

Song Zhixun's eyes were shining brightly, he turned around and rushed out of the gate, his shoeless feet made contact with the smooth ground, and Song Zhixun fell on his back in the rain.

"Oh...it hurts to death..." Song Zhixun wailed and rolled his head from the ground, only to find that he was already bathed in rain.

Song Zhixun looked up in confusion, but couldn't open his eyes.

The other people standing at the door who were also because of the novelty of the rain, turned their heads.

The gorgeous young man was sitting in the rain, the pattering rain was intimate on his body, the thin clothes were attached to his body, slightly transparent soaked by the rain, the slender waist was tightly grasped, and the thin young man stretched out his hands, Lifting it to the sky, the wet hair was stuck to the boy's cheek, and the boy's lips stained with water were slightly raised.

"It's so dirty in the rainwater, it ate my mouthful of sand."

other people:"……"

Song Zhixun lay on the ground, letting the rain wash over his body.

"Issel." Song Zhixun opened his mouth, and the rain dripped into his mouth, swallowing it, "Do you like rain?"

"This is very shocking." Issel stood beside Song Zhixun, "In the human world, even the sky was so colorful."

"Then work hard." Song Zhixun got up from the rain, "Go to the lake and see if you can catch two fish. It is said that there will be mushrooms in the forest when it rains. Go and see if there are any mushrooms. Have you finished eating the meat? See if you can take the opportunity to hunt, everything is fine, you have to live."

Issel didn't know what Song Zhixun was going to do.

"Iser, since you have decided to leave the military and enter the Palace of Rasteri, you must obey my orders. Don't doubt what I say. From now on, you are no longer a colonel." Song Zhixun thought carefully, "So Well, you will be called Captain from now on, and everyone else will call you Captain from now on."

Issel blinked, "Okay."

"The Rastri Palace is very big, and I will attract more people in the future. If you want, you can form a tribe alone." Song Zhixun propped one hand behind his back, with a smile on his lips, with a bit of evil cuteness, "Do you get me?"

Iser didn't quite understand. He didn't know what Song Zhixun was thinking. He looked at the thin young man, weak and slender, but the soul wrapped in that body seemed to be able to continuously radiate out of nowhere. release energy.

"Don't understand?" Song Zhixun curled his lips, "I mean, you have to create your own houses. The church is not a place to live. It is not for you to live here all the time. The trees in the house are cut down casually. You can set it up anywhere you like, and I can fully provide you with this little freedom in Rasteri Palace!"

In the country of steel where every inch of land is expensive, Song Zhixun's house is basically enough to squeeze out a knight, but in this temple, the statue of the knight looks like a toy.

Song Zhixun looked at the knight statue in the middle along the opened door, and sneered.

knight:?

Song Zhixun looked at the backs of everyone leaving, spread his legs and suddenly trembled. Although it was very novel, it was also very cold. After sitting on the ground for a long time, the cold air from the ground and the coolness of the rain soaked his body. The whole body sneezed, Song Zhixun blinked...

He... sneezed?

The country of steel with a constant temperature does not suffer from a cold. Song Zhixun basically seldom sneezes for no reason, and he was stunned.

Something blocked the rain above his head, Song Zhixun raised his head, and the maid with a gentle smile was standing by his side with something to block the rain in her hand.

"This is……"

"This is an umbrella, Your Highness the Empress." The maid's voice was gentle and pleasant, as if a warm wind was blowing in his ears, "Human body is easy to catch cold in the rain, Your Highness, the hot water has been prepared for you. Please go and warm yourself."

"En." Song Zhixun got up and tilted his head, "Maid, can you cook?"

The maid shook her head.

The maid who doesn't eat makes it difficult for him to cook.

"Then do you know what the God of Destruction likes?"

The maid thought for a while: "Probably... flowers..."

flower?Song Zhixun froze for a moment, remembering how incongruous the irritable boy was holding flowers in his hands.

"Why do you think he likes flowers?" Song Zhixun stopped walking, turned his head, and stared at the maid.

"I..." The maid obviously froze for a moment. She stood there with her hands on her abdomen as usual, but Song Zhixun could see her hands curling up unnaturally. Was she nervous?Why are you nervous?Did he ask something strange?

"Because Your Majesty likes life, and he loves all living things, so he presumes that Your Majesty likes flowers."

Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes: "How come everyone knows that Gong likes life?"

"No..." The maid tightened her hands unnaturally.

Song Zhixun leaned against the wall, slightly interested in the maid's reaction.

"Before I came to the temple, Commander of the Knights of the Temple, did you act on your own?"

"No." The maid replied.

"When did the twelve maids wake up?"

"The twelve maids were revived after Her Highness the Queen moved into the temple, and were released by the believers who entered the temple to serve the temple again."

"Then..." Song Zhixun tapped his arm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a slight suspicion flashed in the corner of his eyes, "Did you serve the temple before you fell asleep?"

"Yes, Your Highness the Queen of God."

Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes. He always thought that this temple was built by the predecessors to serve the three gods. The people in the temple are basically believers who came to worship, and it may be similar to the previous religion. A place for female occupations.

Because Song Zhixun didn't know the history very well, and he didn't know the concept very well, so he didn't doubt it when the maid appeared. Maybe in the environment at that time, the maid should be similar to the cleaner?

If it's just a cleaner, why do you hesitate to answer him?

"I'm going to cook." Song Zhixun said to the maid suddenly, "I put my communicator in the room, and you can ask someone to bring it over for a while. Where did the others cook before? Take me there."

These things are not easy to delve into now, but since he will hesitate to prove that things are definitely not as simple as he thought, it may be harmful to him to go too deep now.

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Song Zhixun held a hot pot in his hand. Human beings' pursuit of food is also constantly working hard in the era of lack of ingredients. Although the success rate of the recipes on the Internet is not high, it is still possible to eat.

Song Zhixun went back to Rasterui Palace, went to Raster, went to see Rui, but never went to Gong.

It's not that Song Zhixun missed it, but that there are some things that he needs to discuss with Gong alone.

The rain stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of rain. On top of Lei Ao, Song Zhixun also brought a black umbrella, which seemed to be useless.

Stepping down from Lei Ao and stepping on the wet soil, his feet slipped. Song Zhixun failed to control his center of gravity and fell to the side. Subconsciously, he raised his hands to raise the hot pot.

"You're back." Song Zhixun didn't fall down, and such words came to his ears.

A trace of long red hair fell on Song Zhixun's shoulders, and the young man behind him who stopped him from falling easily supported his back with just one hand. There was not much physical contact between them, and all the weight It was all carried on the hand that supported Song Zhixun's back.

Song Zhixun turned his head to the side, and what he saw was Zhang Mingming's handsomeness, but people dared not look directly at him. His existence seemed to be destroyed just by looking at him.

"Take down my pot." Song Zhixun said and reminded, "Don't fall, don't fall."

What kind of consequences the real god of destruction will cause is possible!

Gong Weiwei glanced sideways at Song Zhixun's pot that Song Zhixun didn't throw away even if he almost fell down, and reached out to take it down. The pot was very hot, and he could feel it scalding in his hand. When it was poured, it accidentally rubbed against the wall of the pot, and a few fingers formed blisters visible to the naked eye.

Song Zhixun's hands were beautiful, and Gong didn't want to see any wounds on his body, the swollen and shiny blisters looked very obtrusive.

But he won't heal, he can't fix it, he's lost in his heart, he doesn't say a word.

"Come and eat." Of course, Song Zhixun brought tableware. The former soldiers found the kitchen after exploring the entire church. There were all kinds of kitchenware in the kitchen. Although they didn't know the specific purpose, the general direction was clear.

What he brought was a spoon. Song Zhixun specially selected the thickest spoon. Is it possible that the honorable God of Destruction doesn't know how to use tableware.

"What is this?" Gong looked down and saw that Song Zhixun lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of hot food rushed to his face instantly. The God of Destruction looked down at the food in the pot, not quite understanding.

"Mushroom fried meat, eat quickly." Different types of mushrooms are cut into the same dices as much as possible, and diced meat is mixed with them. The food is mixed together. The grayish-yellow color is not very attractive, but the unique combination of ingredients Song Zhixun has tasted the taste, and it's not bad. Although he hopes to have more food choices, this is really the only level he can do.

"Did you do it yourself?"

"Yes." Song Zhixun sat on the opposite side of the palace, "Although I'm not sure the taste is very good, I have exhausted my heart and soul to make this food full of the taste of love, and dedicated it to my noble temple of destruction. Down!"

like?Gong looked down at the unattractive food, and suddenly couldn't understand what Song Zhixun was thinking.

But... since you say you want to eat, let's eat.

As far as Gong is concerned, he has tasted the taste of the most delicious food at the peak of gourmet food. It is not surprising that there are many kinds of food offered by humans in the past.

But after a few days, the only person who can still pay tribute to food is his queen.

The taste of the entrance is not very good, there is no salty taste, the food only has its own taste, there are many burnt places, and it tastes a little bitter. Song Zhixun's application of seasoning is almost a genius, and countless complex flavors are mixed together In order to achieve this strange but not unpalatable dish.

"You've finished eating." Song Zhixun looked at the food he had worked so hard to eat, and smiled a little, "Then I succeeded in paying the tribute, right? Your Highness, the God of Destruction."

"You know that I hate destroying my identity." Gong slowly raised his eyes, the used spoon gradually disappeared when it slipped from Gong's hand, and even the powder could not be found, "You mentioned it again and again."

"Didn't I say that? I like your destroyed identity." Song Zhixun stared at Song Zhixun with bright eyes, "Everything in the world is more beautiful because it will be destroyed."

Gong opened his eyes wide. There was no trace of lies on Song Zhixun's beautiful face, no seductive and provocative words, but using the most straightforward words to affirm him as a destructive self.

Looking down at the pot that had been eaten clean, he understood the meaning of Song Zhixun's 'tribute'.

"I asked the maid of the temple, and she said you like flowers." Song Zhixun kicked the pot aside, half-kneeled in front of the palace, and gently wiped his lips with his fingertips, which were still stained with stains left from fat. "Could it be that you really like flowers?"

Song Zhixun tilted his head and carefully observed Gong's expression. He didn't deny that he liked it, but he also didn't admit that the item of flowers may be a dispensable item for Gong.

"All the best gestures in which life blooms are beautiful."

Why?Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes, is it so interesting?Completely avoiding the question of preferences and choosing such a boring and conservative answer, this guy seems to be evading something from the essence of the question.

"You don't like flowers." Song Zhixun suddenly seduced the other party, wiped the oily shine of his fingers on Gong's lips, and gently scraped his fingers on his fangs, "Your eyes tell me that you don't like flowers." !"

The God of Destruction may change gender, and may love life.

"I loathe the ability to destroy and love life."

"It's that sentence again." Song Zhixun was almost distressed by the paranoia of these gods about certain things, "Who told you that destruction and life are two extremes?"

Gong was stunned for a moment, feeling displeased that the God Empress denied her cognition.

Song Zhixun sat in front of Gong, rubbing the moisture from his fingers on Gong's red hair.

"Let's talk about it, can you tell me why you like life?"

"The birth of life is a miracle. They have their own actions and thinking, creation and persistence, all kinds of perfect forms, all of which are beautiful."

"Then why do you hate destruction?"

"Destroying everything that ends life."

Song Zhixun blinked his eyes, knowing that this guy must have suddenly fallen into a strange endless loop at a certain time, and his views on this issue were extremely paranoid.

"Why did the God of Creation differentiate into destruction? Have you ever thought about the meaning of this?" Song Zhixun calmed down, put aside his impatience and arrogance, let go of his own arrogance, and seriously explored this issue, "The existence of destruction The meaning may be to make life more beautiful, have you ever thought about it?"

"No." Gong denied, "Destruction is synonymous with fear, fear, and sadness."

"Have you ever thought about what the world will be like if life doesn't die?" Song Zhixun spread his hands, "When life in the whole world is only existence and created things exist continuously, then such a Can a small planet in the universe support such a huge thing? Destruction is for the re-creation of life!"

"If human beings don't die, then what's the point of the birth of good virtues? If human beings are not for survival, how can they sympathize with and protect them? Because they know the existence of difficulties! Destruction is for the relationship of maintaining life! "

"You have thought that food is delicious, but its deliciousness comes from destruction, do you know?" Song Zhixun opened his hands with oil stains on them, "Because of destruction, food becomes delicate and beautiful, Destruction is to bloom the most wonderful moment."

"Life is beautiful because it will die. Long-lived creatures will be admired because they are rare. Because life knows how to be destroyed and die, it will work hard to bloom the moment of living."

Gong looked up, and Song Zhixun opened his hands. Between his hands, another world seemed to be born.

In this small and embraced world, Gong seems to have returned to the moment when he was just differentiated. He used to be so proud of his abilities, but now he loathes his own existence.

Everything that is shunned by all living things had better not exist.

"Who on earth instilled such a strange thinking in you." Song Zhixun's face was enlarged in front of Gong, and Song Zhixun stuck in front of him at some point, his eyes fixed on him, making him inevitable, "Let The person you think destroying is unforgivable must have fear of loss and overflowing selfishness!"

selfish...

——It's so pitiful, they live so hard, but they will die in the end, it's so pitiful, Gong...

——You don’t have to…

- You have to love everything...

Shaken, shaken, Song Zhixun could see the trembling of Gong's pupils, his pale golden pupils always shone with a flame-like streamer, but within this streamer, the deepest loneliness and loneliness were hidden.

"Does destruction not need to exist?" Gong opened his mouth, and his thin lips seemed a little more bloody than usual.

"Destruction must exist." Song Zhixun smiled and cupped Gong's cheeks, "Now, immediately, immediately, I need the help of Destruction, Destruction must exist all the time!"

Song Zhixun paid tribute to the food, of course he had his own intentions, even though he took a short errand in the middle, Song Zhixun still wanted to get back to the theme.

"I went out two days ago. As a god, do you know what I did?" Song Zhixun returned to his seat with a serious expression on his face.

Gong nodded, he was always paying attention to his divine queen, in the already abnormal world, everything became extremely dangerous.

"Although Rust and Rui are not interested in everything, you are still working hard to do your own thing." Therefore, to a certain extent, the current collapse of the Iron Country system is also related to Gong, "Now I There is one thing that must be done for you, you have accepted my tribute and it has been destroyed, so this time I asked to pray with the gods, it must take effect, right?"

He really believed that destruction must exist. Gong expressed a little surprise at Song Zhixun's sudden change of subject, but heard the news that he needed to do something by himself.

"Honestly, if I do nothing and wait three days for them to get back to me, it's basically impossible."

Song Zhixun frowned, his pretty face was full of distress, he was very irritable and anxious, he couldn't help nibbling his finger lightly, Gong's eyes were fixed on the finger, he tasted it just now.

"Those superiors have long been raised to think that they are lawless. At that time, the results of national boycott, legal restraint, and even the formation of an army to attack the Rasteri Palace are possible."

"Impossible." Gong denied Song Zhixun's thoughts, "We are gods, even though we have given up our rule, we are still gods."

Song Zhixun heard it, grinned involuntarily, and showed a satisfied smile: "Yes, you are right, my god of destruction, I don't want to make any more troubles on this matter, I want your power to destroy I want to stand where they can't touch the sense of dominance they take for granted in their hearts!"

"I want your destructive power, so that I can break through the shackles of the iron law and become a person capable of speaking and negotiating. I want them to fear me, and let them know that they and I are gods and men. difference!"

"If they stir up the crowd, they destroy their demagoguery to the crowd; if they want to bind me with iron laws, they break their laws; The army!" Song Zhixun raised his eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and his thin body was filled with a domineering soul, "You can destroy whatever they want to use against me, and if you destroy them, all you have to do is agree with me." This road ends!"

Gong opened his mouth: "Didn't you say that others have selfish intentions..."

"Yes, I am selfish." Song Zhixun admitted his selfishness without hesitation, "I just can't understand the disgusting faces of those villains!"

loss……

Gong suddenly felt that the first thing he considered was not that he needed to do annoying sabotage, but that he felt that he had fulfilled Song Zhixun's selfish wish, but the only tribute he received was a plate of fried pork with mushrooms.

"Okay." Gong sighed, "The tribute has been collected, can I say it's okay?"

Song Zhixun smiled, and reached out to rub Gong Huohong's long, soft hair: "Little friend, human beings are very cunning, you have to learn more!"

"I don't think I can learn anything. I really don't dare to disagree with your cunning... same..."

Before Gong's words fell, Song Zhixun's life signs suddenly faded, he closed his eyes, and his body fell in a direction that Gong could not reach.