Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

"Okay." After Dang Gong responded to his request, Song Zhixun finally breathed a sigh of relief, but as if the mental strength that had been supporting him had reached its peak, something suddenly broke in his mind, and Song Zhixun only felt his head change. It was very heavy, and although he tried to stay awake, he couldn't stand firmly.

Stretching out his hand to stroke Gong's long hair, Song Zhixun was also intentionally or unintentionally supporting his body when he wanted to do this action, but suddenly there was a moment of dizziness in front of him, and all perceptions disappeared at that moment, Song Zhixun couldn't Knowing what happened to his body, he fell heavily on the ground.

Gong sat on the spot, looking at the fallen Song Zhixun, his mind was in chaos for a moment, he stood up, stretched out his hand towards Song Zhixun, the uneasiness in his heart reached its peak in an instant.

"The Queen of God..."

Why?what happened?Why did the vibrant aura on his body disappear in an instant? What did he do?Did he destroy something again?

"Queen of God..." Gong stretched out his hand to touch Song Zhixun, but stopped in the air, looking at his hands, Gong didn't know if he should hug him now.

What if it destroys him after touching it?What if I did something unconsciously?Would his life perish at his hands, as he had been doing?

very noisy……

Song Zhixun frowned slightly.

His head was so uncomfortable, the dizziness and nausea were unbearable, and he wanted to have a good quiet time to sleep in, but there was something in his ear that kept beeping, making him very painful.

Reluctantly opened his eyes, the goal was the palace's mental panel. The values ​​of 'fear' and 'shock' on the panel had already exploded. Song Zhixun blinked his eyes a few times, and finally the blurred vision became clearer. Song Zhixun returned Turning his head, he saw Gong who was kneeling beside him with a bewildered expression and his hands hanging in the air.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhixun asked, but his voice was hoarse and weaker than before.

His body was heavy, as if something had dissolved his muscles and prevented him from moving, the world was spinning, and his body temperature was higher than usual.

"Queen of God..." Gong heard Song Zhixun's voice, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Do you have any pain?"

"I don't feel pain anywhere." Song Zhixun covered his forehead with his hand, and let out a mouthful of hot, foul air, "But it's just uncomfortable."

Only then did Gong come back to his senses, and Song Zhixun saw that the two values ​​on the side table were slowly decreasing. He really cared about himself. Although he suddenly became dizzy, Song Zhixun did not pass out.

After lying down, the soft soil under his body was cool after the rain, which made him feel a lot more comfortable, although Song Zhixun's expression became even worse when he thought that the dirt in the soil might be the bones of unknown creatures.

"I shouldn't have eaten poisonous mushrooms." Song Zhixun tried his best to turn his brain like a paste, "I have checked every mushroom from the illustrated book on the Internet, and it took me three hours to identify mushrooms. Woolen cloth."

Gong heard it, and it seemed that Song Zhixun was looking at a table of mushrooms and frowning one by one in front of his eyes. He might have eye pain from looking too long, close his eyes and take a rest, rub the painful temples, and then Get on with the work.

This tribute simply cannot be called a tribute, but as Song Zhixun said, what he poured into it was 100% seriousness.

"Don't worry, what I promised you, I will do perfectly." In order to truly pray to the gods, Gong has never had such a feeling for a long time, willingly letting his destructive power be released, Song Zhixun planted a mushroom on the heavy stone that had been suppressed in his heart, and tried his best to corrode that stone.

"Why is it so uncomfortable? I've never felt this way before." Song Zhixun even wanted to rub the ground, and the soil under him was almost warmed by lying down.

"Do you have a fever?" Gong stretched out his hand to touch Song Zhixun's forehead, but his hand stopped in the air. Song Zhixun sighed deeply, stretched out his hand and pressed Gong's hand on his head. The temperature is much higher than the normal temperature of human beings, "Sure enough, I have a fever."

Gong's heart slowly calmed down. Song Zhixun didn't lose his vitality, but all his vitality was used to fight against the abnormal state of his body. His body was working hard to maintain Song Zhixun's good health. Gong's eyes gradually softened. , so it is because of this that he prefers life so much.

"Speaking of which, it is also said that people in the past were prone to getting sick. In the country of steel, the probability of getting sick is very small. Basically, there is no such thing as fever." Song Zhixun lay on the ground, "What caused it?" ?”

"There are many possibilities of having a fever. Did you do anything unusual today?"

Song Zhixun tried his best to think back: "I got caught in the rain."

Hearing Song Zhixun's answer, Gong was a little bit dumbfounded. A person who looks very mature would do such a naive thing.

"The human body is very fragile, and any interference from external forces will cause illness." Gong bent down and hugged Song Zhixun, "Stop doing such naive things."

Song Zhixun covered his eyes with one hand, and the princess hug really made him feel very embarrassed: "You will never understand the feelings of human beings who see rain for the first time."

"I'll take you there..." Gong opened his mouth, looked down at Song Zhixun, "Go to Rui."

Song Zhixun leaned on the opponent's chest. This guy was usually bare-chested and his temperature was very low. He was obviously a fire-like existence, but he could bring some coolness to him when he was so hot.

"Your body is very comfortable to lean on." Probably because of illness, Song Zhixun's feelings were much softer than usual, "Don't you hate Rui? Do you still want to find him?"

"Are you unhappy?" Gong asked.

"No." Song Zhixun leaned his head against the cool skin of Gong's chest, "It's pretty good."

Gong could feel that the person he was embracing was hot all over his body, he seemed to have never been exposed to such a high temperature, as if he was holding a burning fireball in his hands.

Song Zhixun's existence was so hard to ignore for him, and he couldn't look directly at it with the strong light shining.

"Before I was too harsh on you, you won't bear a grudge against me, right?" Song Zhixun's mind was so burnt out that nothing he said could pass through his brain.

"No." Gong couldn't describe how he felt about Song Zhixun's forcible treatment of him. He didn't hate it, as if it should be like this.

"Because every time you..." Song Zhixun's voice became lower and lower, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep, "It seems that...you really want...someone...to stop you..."

Does he have that look on his face?Gong hasn't seen his face for a long time, he has almost forgotten his original appearance, in Song Zhixun's eyes, does he have a pitiful expression?

The cat raised its tail and jumped to the abdomen of Song Zhixun who was being hugged by the princess. The small tongue deep inside touched the skin of Song Zhixun's neck: "I have a fever, can you tell that there is a virus inside?"

Gong shook his head.

"It's probably the result of getting cold in the rain, plus the mental stress during this period of time." The cat curled up on Song Zhixun's belly, "It's fine to use human cooling methods, and let him suffer a lot before he knows Nothing can go wrong.”

Gong frowned: "Do you hate him?"

"How come, he is my god queen after all." The cat pricked up its ears, raised its head, and looked at its brother with big eyes.

"Don't you hate life?"

The cat lay on Song Zhixun's chest: "What? Do you want to exclude me?"

"Do not."

"Why, do you mean you have changed your gender?" The cat's eyes narrowed slightly, with a bit of evil spirit, "My dear brother, when you hate yourself, you have no right to like others. Human beings are the most amazing thing for me." The best part is self-knowledge, and I hope, you do too."

The relationship between Gong and Rui is not good, it has been going on for too long, it has been so long that I can't remember exactly when it happened, because of what it started.

They divided the realm of the gods, did not interfere with each other, and did not meet each other. If it was not for the arrival of the queen of the gods, they would almost forget that they were close to each other.

But Gong came, bringing the sick Song Zhixun to Rui's side.

"Look at his hands, he was cooking before, so he burned his hands and soaked them." Gong did not respond to Rui's sarcasm, after all, the cold war between them started with Gong himself, and now he is looking for it with the cheek.

The sharp cat eyes squinted at Gong, and there was no anger in Gong's expression, which was completely different from Gong who had been wantonly displaying his destructive power before.

Although Gong hates Rui's contempt for life, Ke Rui prefers Gong's control over the power of destruction. It is not impossible to watch others do things that you can't do yourself.

In the depths, two kitten paws opened Song Zhixun's palm. The slender and white fingers were weak and soft. A few shiny blisters could be seen on the delicate skin. The surrounding skin was red because of the blisters. It looks scary, but it's actually not an injury that needs special treatment.

"The human body is very fragile, and even a little injury may kill them." How could Gong not know how much death the human body can have? He who is in charge of death can only find Rui and beg him to help the sick and weak God Queen , "Help him heal."

"It's just a burn, do you need to come to me for treatment?" Rui gently pressed the blister with his hairy claws, and saw Song Zhixun's hand trembling because of the pain conditioned reflex, a flash of light flashed in the cat's eyes Distressed.

"You don't like life, you only love my destructive power." Gong raised his head and looked at the vast grassland, "The new killings and deaths that are born on this grassland every day, dirty and bloody, are all mine. As a result, I fulfilled your wish, and in return, you should also fulfill my request."

He is thinking.

Rui clearly smelled the breath of reason, the God of Destruction who would fall into sadness just thinking about it, is now calmly thinking about the game with him.

Why can you calm down?The reason is simple.

His god queen made him confront his own capacity for destruction.

All of a sudden, Rui felt very powerless. Over time and years, their confrontation has become a habit. When the other party suddenly decides to play this game, I am afraid that as a player, I will be at a loss. Bar.

Is he... wrong?

The cat sticks out its small tongue, and gently licks the blisters on Song Zhixun's fingers. Once and for all, very slightly, Song Zhixun's fingers tremble with pain, but the wound is getting smaller and smaller.

The power of the God of Life controls life and everything, but it is just a small wound in life, and it is not a big deal to him at all.

"I thought you weren't going to treat me anymore." Suddenly, the voice of Song Zhixun, who had always thought he had fallen asleep, appeared between the quiet two people. Song Zhixun opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the white cat lying on his belly.

"You are my God Queen, your safety is of the utmost importance to me." The cat seemed to be smiling, but his smile showed sharp fangs, and he seemed to be a bit angry and annoyed , "Why didn't I treat you?"

"Stop lying." Song Zhixun seemed to be awake a lot because the saddest time had passed, and he stretched out his hand to hold Rui, "I have a lot of the murderous aura you exuded towards me before I went out. I have accepted everything, are you disappointed that I came back safe and sound?"

"Oh? You know?" The cat narrowed its eyes, thinking it was covering it up, but Song Zhixun could see it clearly.

"So? Have you given up now?" Song Zhixun lifted up the little cat. The cat was so light and soft that it seemed weightless. Even the weakest Song Zhixun could easily lift it up.

"I hate life." The cat expressed its position without hesitation.

"Really?" Song Zhixun blinked, smiled, and closed his eyes again, as if he didn't care about the answer to this question.

"Disappointed?"

"No." Song Zhixun resisted the feeling of dizziness, "After all, you are gods who are 'unconscious', I forgive you."

Rui felt like he had punched Song Zhixun's cotton with a punch. The soft cotton wrapped his fist and wrapped him in the soft cotton. It was warm and soft, and his strength was removed, allowing him to He has no ability to resist.

"Do you want me to treat you?" Rui stepped on Song Zhixun's chest, Gong turned his head slightly, as if waiting for his answer.

Song Zhixun glanced at the seven emotions panel of the two, and knew the psychological activities of the two.

Perhaps Rui wanted to use this topic to make Gong return to his original distaste for his own destructive power. Gong was also waiting for this question, but even when he was sick, Song Zhixun never thought of taking care of one of them's emotions. He just does what he wants to do and says what he wants to say.

"no need."

"Why?" The cat leaned over the cat's face and stared at Song Zhixun's face, but Song Zhixun didn't even bother to open his eyes and give him a look.

"Because I want to suffer." Song Zhixun raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were obviously closed, his whole expression seemed to be laughing at how boring their fake chess game was, "I won't be naive until I suffer I hate childish things the most."

In an instant, Ruihe Palace seemed to be connoted.

Song Zhixun was taken back by the soldiers who came to hunt, and he was placed on a conspicuous stone by Rui Rui.

This fever is intermittent. The former soldier will be injured during training. There is also a possibility of a certain degree of fever. There will be certain fever-reducing skills. The twelve maids are very familiar with the caretakers. Apart from sleeping and eating, there is basically nothing to worry about. Yes, when Song Zhixun woke up again, it was already the third day of preparations.

His body was a little sore from the day-long fever, but the fever seemed to have receded, and his body felt relaxed like never before, which made him mistakenly think that his body was full of strength.

"It's good only when you have a comparison. I feel great now." Song Zhixun lay on the soft bed, and after washing off all the sweat just now, he lay on the fresh plant-scented sheets that had been changed by the maid, feeling I am more comfortable than ever.

Song Zhixun looked at the bunch of flowers on the bedside, and raised the corners of his lips. The maid said that these flowers grew in the yard, and they were picked into the room because they were beautiful.

Can flowers grow anywhere?At least such delicate and beautiful flowers are impossible. It doesn't matter whether the sleeping object is unconsciously sending flowers or not. The important thing is that he has aroused the thinking of the three gods to a certain extent.

God is simple, and deviousness is a bad habit of human beings. The more simple people are, the easier they are to control. That's why they suddenly became so extreme.

Song Zhixun vaguely outlined a vague image in front of his eyes, this person before him must be the necessary turning point for these simple gods to go on the path of paranoia.

Turned on the communicator, and as expected, the good news has come, his live broadcast account has been unblocked, and he also issued an announcement on the Internet, saying that this is an oolong, Song Zhixun has a chef qualification certificate and a food ingredient license issued by the state, but because The relationship of time was not in Song Zhixun's hands, resulting in a time difference.

That is to say, the official explanation was that Song Zhixun himself was too impatient to live broadcast immediately, and then added an unlucky guy to bear the responsibility of "publishing the wanted information without checking the information in advance". This hot incident was quickly brought over.

Song Zhixun was not very happy about this method of playing each other, but in the end, he was not punished at all and obtained a qualification certificate that was difficult for the state to issue and an authorization that was equivalent to direct opening. Start.

On his account, Song Zhixun took a photo of the flowers on the bedside, with the text: When I woke up in the morning, I saw the maid picking the flowers in the yard. It is said that ancient humans often gave flowers as gifts to others. A lucky one sent it out.

——The host is back! !

——I know this flower is a peony, you can check it out, it has a very beautiful flower language.

——It’s so beautiful, is it a photo effect?Have the pictures been manipulated?Online lottery!

—— Lower the winning rate.

"Yuan Hei, are you okay?" Song Zhixun called Fa Xiao's number, and Yuan Hei answered it almost instantly.

"You still know to call me? Do you know what you have been doing these days? You are usually noisy enough. I didn't expect you to be so noisy! Every time I hear from you, my heart almost stops beating! do you know?!"

Yuan Hei was really throbbed by Song Zhixun's head, his eyes turned black, but he was finally relieved to hear the voice of this little ancestor.

"Everything is still going smoothly, and the ending is very happy." Song Zhixun smiled foolishly at Yuan Hei who was opposite the camera.

"Take a risk." Yuan Hei complained, "You can only count yourself lucky this time."

"It's not my luck, but the inevitable outcome." Lying on the mattress, Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes lazily. Through the video, Yuan Hei could see Song Zhixun's paler face than when he looked at it head-up. His eyes were lazily unprepared, and the boy rubbed the soft pillow with a smile, as if enjoying this moment of tranquility.

From the video, you can also see the unique sunshine of the Rasteri Palace. The sun shone on the young man's face and coated the already beautiful young man with a faint golden light. He didn't seem to be wearing pajamas, and his red lines were beautiful. On the shoulders, the soft boy looks like an overly delicious relative.

"At least... as long as you are safe." Yuan Hei heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yuan Hei." Song Zhixun looked at Fa Xiao in the video, "Do you want to come to Rasteri Palace?"

Fa Xiao has been guarding him for such a long time, and Song Zhixun also wants to guard him when he is able.

"No need, at least I know you're safe." Hearing what Song Zhixun said, Yuan Hei had decided enough, "I can help you better outside, in many things."

"Okay." Song Zhixun will not force Yuan Hei. If Yuan Hei wants to come here, Song Zhixun will also give him the right to go out. If he trusts someone, he will trust him wholeheartedly. But Yuan Hei has his own career and pursuit. Song Zhixun would not let himself become a stumbling block for the other party, "I want to give you flowers."

"flower?"

"I saw an old saying when I was bored—a gentleman is like an orchid." Song Zhixun showed his cute little canine teeth to Yuan Hei, "Let me send you an orchid with a flower pot!"

Song Zhixun pursed his lips slightly, with a small coquettish expression that only appeared in front of the closest people. Every time he saw Song Zhixun's expression like this, Yuan Hei would soften his heart, but this time Yuan Hei was dumbfounded. His little boy seemed to have transformed into a better person in a short period of time, making people afraid to look directly at him. His charm would burn his soul.

There was an interrupted communication on the side of the call, Song Zhixun raised his eyebrows in doubt, and clicked on the message without any hassle.

The object of entry was a handsome but rather ruffian man in military uniform, and that annoying name immediately flashed through Song Zhixun's mind - Olis!