Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Wu Shuyang didn't remember how long it took, even after a round of rain, and dawn broke again, he leaned on Qingyang's back, and finally reached the end of the road.

The time has passed so long, his memory is fragmented, he only remembers that Qingyang was standing beside the cold flames, drinking the flames one by one.

The scorching fire is still clearly visible through the skin, one can even see it surging in Qingyang's blood vessels, emitting a thin light from the inside out.

This light is not comfortable.There was pain between Qingyang's eyebrows, his eyelashes were moving feebly, but the calendula in his hand never stopped.

"No, I don't want you to drink anymore!"

At that time, he was not tall, so he tried his best to stand on tiptoes, but he could only grab Qingyang's wide sleeves.

"It's nothing, Zijue." Qingyang tried his best to put on a warm smile, "Don't worry. My body is different from yours. I won't die, and I won't be in pain."

One after another, Qingyang was unable to support his body, and fell on the edge of the fountain, his black hair scattered all over the ground.

"You lied...you lied!" He tightly grabbed Qingyang's bean-colored sleeves, his nose sore, and he gritted his teeth quickly to hold back the weak tears.

"Zijue. Praying is never a one-way miracle, but requires an equal price."

Qingyang put down the calendula, and his left hand fell into the raging fire weakly: "The blessings of the gods are very precious, so the price required is also very expensive."

"I don't want to get well, and I don't want to give blessings." After all, the young Wu Shuyang couldn't hold back, tears blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see Qingyang's beautiful eyebrows above the raging fire.

"I only want Qingyang."

His strength is too small, his arms are too small, he can't even reach Qingyang's cuffs, let alone stop Qingyang who has a big heart.

The dawn of that day was late and late, and in the pain and sorrow, it refused to come for a long time.

In a blur, Qingyang patted him on the back intermittently, whispering helplessly and softly comforting him.

"No one is to blame for this, only myself... I set the price too high."

He doesn't remember the ending after that, only remembers that he fell on Qingyang's cloak and cried uncontrollably.

He was too young at that time, and he couldn't understand Qingyang's strange words.If he had found out earlier, if he hadn't been greedy for Qingyang's favor, maybe there would have been a turning point.

At the end of the crazy stone road, a ray of skylight shines on the strange stone formation.

In the center of the stone formation stands a gilded three-tiered fountain, and the cold white fire keeps surging in the fountain.

A golden cup, held up by flames, floats at the very top of the fountain.

This is the raging fire that Qingyang once drank, and it is also the suffering he has suffered.

Wu Shuyang's exquisite and gorgeous cloak was scratched and ragged, leaving a large dark bloodstain on his arm and body.

The vast morning light has never been so long, and it is really not easy for him to stand still after a lot of torture.

Holding the cold gold edge of the fountain, he plunged the calendula into the cold white flame. The blazing temperature quickly destroyed his remaining will.

It's just submerging in it, scooping up the flames.

He pulled his hand out of the flames, and the flames rolled down the palm and wrist line.

Thousands of times of pain ravaged his skin, scorching hot like magma, burning the wounds on his palms and forearms.

He understood the reason why Qingyang couldn't support it at that time—especially after coming from the gravel road and suffering step by step.

One, the fire entered his throat, the heat and pain quickly tightened his throat, and tortured him all the way.

"Zijue's handwriting is elegant, just like Zijue's people." He remembered the soft voice of the god.

One, the heat surged through his whole body, and even every tiny pore was screaming in pain.

"Zijue's heart is kind. The past and pain can't twist your heart."

One, he didn't know that the cold and white fireworks were flowing around him, devouring his remaining strength and will.

"Zijue. If someone disturbs your heart, ring the gilded fire bell. This is specially for you..."

As the years passed, he started to curl up in Qingyang's arms and gradually grew up.

He and Qingyang's heart gradually grew into a teenager.He and Qingyang's eyebrows and eyes began to look serious and good-looking.Finally, he was slightly higher than Qingyang.

But he no longer dared to throw himself into Qingyang's arms bluntly, murmured his name, and yearned for his tenderness.During countless days and nights, only he understood the growth of greed and longing in his heart.

fraud.

From the very beginning, Qingyang was a liar.

The gold-plated fire bell was for him to calm his mind, but it was Qingyang who gave him the bell that shook his heart.

In the middle of the night, he rang the fire bell countless times, trying to kill this evil thought that he was ashamed of, but once this seed germinated, it would only grow stronger and grow.

Every time the crisp bell rang, he thought of Qingyang's warm smile and the faint fragrance of tea on his body.

Gradually, just seeing his faint figure behind the bamboo curtain, just seeing his soft clothes touched by the cloud, and even just him smiling and calling him Zijue, all can make him fascinated.

He wants to hug him, and greedily sniff the fragrance of his body; he wants to kiss him, Qingyang must be sweet and fragrant; he even wants to tear off his folded clothes...

He is really filthy, actually wanting to defile such a holy Qingyang.

The familiar guilt panicked his mind.

This one, he failed to drink, the pain made his wrist weak, his forehead was beating like a battle drum, he barely supported his body with his left hand, the calendula slipped down, floating and sinking leisurely on the raging fire.

In the darkness behind the fountain, there was a sound of thin footsteps.

"Shu Yang."

The gentle beauty emerges from the fountain, and the cold white flames outline his light and shadow. Behind him is a sharp knife with claws and claws, and it is the execution ground of bones and corpses. However, all these make him even more beautiful.

Wu Shuyang stood still.

Ming Shu circled around him, then poked his head playfully from his right side, looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Shu Yang, what's the matter with you?" His voice was soft.

With a flash of cold light, Wu Shuyang grabbed Jian Mingshu's wrist with his backhand, and the stone blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He tugged at his wrist and pulled the other party closer: "Don't blaspheme my god."

The fire of karma was in the air and turned into a sharp blade, almost piercing straight into the heart of "Jian Ming Shu".

The gentle beauty tilted his head, his curly hair fell down, weak and soft.Wu Shuyang was startled, and the karma that was about to run through Mingshu's body stopped for a second.

A second of hesitation is enough to completely reverse the situation.

Roses and thorns grew quickly on the ground, and the sharp thorns wedged into his thin skin, pulled out the dripping wound, and tied him tightly to the stone pillar.

"This face is really your weakness."

The person in front of him smiled jokingly, and gently lifted his chin with a rose: "Now, in your eyes, am I a Mingshu, a beautiful and charming person? You are so lucky to be treated like this beauty torture—"

The sharp thorns quickly scratched his thin skin.

"Tsk tsk." The other party's eyes were full of smiles, "Aren't you a hundred thousand times happier?"

"Allen." Wu Shuyang said with a cold face, he quickly tore off the eye-catching stickers on Allen's eyes, and directly tore through his disguise.

The surprise quickly escaped Allen's face, and soon he regained his composure.

"you know."

"Ming Shu also knows."

"On the ghost flight, the boldness and enthusiasm I saw for the first time, the inexplicable monster attacking outside the stone gate, the dry rose falling from the corridor, and the black shadow trying to break into Mingshu's room—I don't think you are very smart, Allen. This kind of method can't deceive Ming Shu's eyes at all."

The Gubao murder case is significantly different from the other three cases in terms of modus operandi, location, time, and even tragedy.At that time, Jian Mingshu used Allen's death to break the situation. Like Wu Shuyang, he found the weirdest part from the chaotic serial cases.

Allen, who died inexplicably and beyond recognition.

Later, in the chaotic narration of Snow Skin Beikuma, he vaguely guessed the identity of the rose fairy.All the clues point to the same person.

The confusion that Xuefu Beikuma created in the end was probably just to pass on the painted skin and Mingmu stickers.

He looked at Allen who appeared in a simple and simple appearance, and his heart was filled with anger: "As long as you have a little respect, you won't blaspheme his holiness like this."

The thorns on his body quickly tightened, and one of them climbed up his neck, and the sharp thorns were testing his throat.

Allen suddenly darkened his face: "I'm blasphemy."

He turned around Wu Shuyang and narrowed his eyes: "Who is blasphemy?"

"You make me sick. Wu Shuyang."

Wu Shuyang raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

"Do you know where I was last night—" The words almost came out between teeth.

Allen slammed his palm on the thorn rose, and the thin thorns made his arms full of sharp holes, oozing a trace of blood.

"—I'm right outside the door. I hear your faint whispers, your soft kisses, and some small gasps—when I hear his voice, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"That's the person I'm willing to give my heart to. When he passed by me, he lightly held him up, and the rain and dew stained his sleeves, swept over my petals, and irrigated into my heart—after the torrential rain, August He is so sweet and holy in my garden—but you!"

Allen's hands clenched the thorny rose branches tightly, and the cold thorns pierced into his hands. The sticky blood flowed down the fingers, turned into beads, and fell on the rose bush.

"How dare you—how dare you defile my god. You evil! Dirty! Greedy demon! How dare you, how dare you be with him!"

Allen couldn't go on.

"Don't waste everyone's time." Wu Shuyang said indifferently, "Entangling such boring questions."

"boring."

Allen suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes filled with endless hatred and disgust.

He quickly put away his explicit disgust expression and turned into a false smile.

"It's boring. It won't be boring anytime soon, though. And neither will my Anaelle."

He showed a strange smile: "There are so many people, so many fairies and demons, and you, all of them will be swallowed by the waves of the Atlantic Ocean, and become Anaelle—my angel's funeral."

"My Anaelle, my own sister. We drink the rain from the same petal, enjoy the shade from the same green leaf, we have known each other since we were buds, two flowers on the same thorn Son. I watched her grow up and bloom, she is so bright and brilliant, and such a beautiful fairy—”

"But all of this was ruined by the selfish Supreme King!"

"And you!"

Allen walked to the fire fountain, and watched the flames slowly entering the calendula. He raised the corners of his mouth and walked in front of Wu Shuyang with a sneer.

Wu Shuyang's face was pale, his brows were frowned, and he tried to raise his spirits. After drinking the fire, he looked in a very bad condition.

He grabbed Wu Shuyang's blood-stained skirt and forcibly poured the whole flame into him.

The cold white frost and fire splashed everywhere, and the other party had a cold face and did not take a sip.

"—Give me a drink!" Jinzhan touched Wu Shuyang's cheek, "You deserve to die for him, you deserve to be buried here!"

"In the end it was me, I was the one who swept away the alien world and eradicated the Supreme King. In the end it was me who was by his side, guarding him, loyal to him, and fighting for him. And you!" He pulled Wu Shuyang up, "You blaspheme my god ! You deserve to die here!"

Wu Shuyang looked at him condescendingly.

"Coveting him, you don't deserve it. Allen."

Allen let go of him fiercely, and the thorns quickly tied Wu Shuyang tightly, and the sharp thorns cut into his body deeply.

Allen glanced at Wu Shuyang meaningfully: "Do you think that if you control everyone in the castle, he will be absolutely safe?"

A vine gently lifted Wu Shuyang's face.

"However, this is also good. Painted skin is really a good thing, isn't it. At least, when he sees me again, he will treat me as you. He will hug me, kiss me, and even—"

Wu Shuyang closed his eyes, his voice trembling: "You are delusional."

Among the thorn bushes, Wu Shuyang turned his head, and there were some ambiguous traces in the loose neckline.

A bunch of thorny flower branches brushed Wu Shuyang's neck in an instant, his white neck was quickly cut open, and the dark red blood covered the marks on his neck.

Wu Shuyang frowned lightly.

Allen: "Who's delusional?"

Blossoms came from the other direction, rose thorns straining the skin of his neck.

"When you drink all the fire, I will take the rose and cleanse this dirty world. I will be a brand new omnipotent god in another world! At that time, let's see who is delusional—— "

Allen stared at Wu Shuyang strangely: "At that time, he belonged to me alone. He would really hug me, kiss me, and even - have sex with me last night..."

The thorn was pulled down again, this time, it was stopped by Wu Shuyang in the air.

He pulled the rose vine and threw it hard on the ground.

Allen raised his hand, and on the gravel road, dry bones and rotting corpses could not stop moving. They climbed eagerly, twisted forward, and crouched in front of Allen.

He laughed maniacally.

"Everyone in the other world laughs at me. They only know the blessings of the faeries. They are a useless faerie. But you know, Wu Shuyang, I've lied to everyone's eyes. Faerie, Supreme King, Druid, Even the archdruid... I am not a fairy at all. I have lived for thousands of years, and it can even be said that I am the greatest god in the alien world. Only I am worthy of Qingyang in the garden after the rain .”

The corpses and rotting flesh began to scream, and they were drawn into thin blood threads by an invisible force, which was injected into Allen's body.

"I am the most original demon spirit, Wu Shuyang. I am the first fairy spirit to absorb others in order to extend life. This is my invention, it is my privilege, I am a god, and I enjoy the tribute of all living beings—"

He stretched out his hands, enjoying the sacrifice of the corpse comfortably: "Here, my nourishment is everywhere. You can't win, Wu Shuyang."

Wu Shuyang said coldly: "Your sister died in the mouth of the devil. And you are the first devil, so..."

"Shut up!" Allen interrupted hysterically.

Wu Shuyang snorted contemptuously.

"karma."

"Shut up shut up shut up!!"

A group of corpses rose, and the audience was filled with an overwhelming smell of blood.

The cold white fire surged, reflecting Allen's eyes extremely and crazy.

"God, never ask for tribute. Allen."

Wu Shuyang interrupted him and gave him a disdainful look.

The slender line of blood in the air disappeared in an instant, and the corpse on the ground became twisted and hideous, as if fighting an invisible thing.

On the entire rocky ground, the corpses and bones were restless and frantic. Suddenly, all the corpses and bones froze, and green fire ignited their eyes.

Allen was puzzled by the sudden change, he took a quick step back and almost knocked over the fountain behind him.

"Stay away. Don't break things."

Wu Shuyang's voice was cold and restrained, but it overflowed with terrifying oppressive power inexplicably.

In his cold eyes, Allen's figure was reflected: "Peel him off."

In an instant, rotting corpses swarmed up.

Howling with hoarse guttural voices, they rushed madly at Allen, tearing him, drowning him, tearing him apart.

On the stone pillar, the fire of karma was raging, destroying all the imprisoned thorns.

The magnificent green fire, like an aurora, gradually outlines a tall figure.

Wu Shuyang broke out of the fire.

"You don't deserve to talk about him, Allen."

The opponent was overwhelmed by the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones, unable to answer.

"His brilliance has never belonged to any one person. He belongs to the whole world."

Although for countless days and nights, he kept wrestling with the possession in his heart.

Wu Shuyang gave a shallow and cold laugh.

"...I love him, and I love the world he loves even more."

The author has something to say: This fire is very scientific, low-temperature plasma, maintains a high energy level, but it will not reach the ignition point

It seems that the designer of our prayer system is very gentle and considerate

[Foreshadowing Tips]

Chapter 72 "Ghost Flight", the first meeting, Allen scattered a large rose petals, he is a rose fairy

Chapter 97 "Conspiracy", the sea monster outside the door + rose petals reminds that the monster and the rose are together

I don't know if you guessed it right.

By the way, this is a ring, a ring, Druid is missing a set of Faerie Demon War set of murder case set of snow skin Bekuma hidden love set of Allen's true identity set? ? ?set? ? ? ?

There are at least two floors behind, if you can't guess, give up

(Laughs up to the sky and walks away