The God[Quick Transmigration]

"My death spot is not there."

The man gave a low laugh, lightly drew his hand and hooked the young man's wrist, and then imprisoned him again. He took advantage of the situation to press on the back of the sofa, and pressed tightly against his body——

"...Why are you so angry, huh?"

Against the backdrop of the black leather backrest, the young man who was pressed on the sofa looked paler and paler, and even his pursed lips lost all color. The man who hadn't noticed before was getting closer at this time, and his pupils lightly Shrinking for a bit, a sultry low air pressure diffused from the man's body.

"—Have you used the sacrificial potion?"

There was a sudden sense of danger in the man's deep voice.

It's just that the young man didn't make any reply to the man's words, and still stared at the man with those eyes with a bit of cold murderous intent. In the messy light blue, the strange light was about to rise again.

—Darkness suddenly enveloped the world.

Song Qingyan, whose eyes were covered, looked dazed for a moment - no one had ever interrupted or interfered with him when he activated the Enchanting Pupil.

After a while, there was a momentary tingling pain on the side of the neck, as if something cold and sharp pierced into the body, and then even the blood flowing through the whole body began to become cold.

In the room at this time, the rest of the blood races were already stunned.

——They are the real high-level descendants of the Blood Emperor Clan, so they are very sensitive to the four "Sacrifice Potions".

In fact, "sacrifice potion" is absolutely a disgrace in the inheritance history of thousands of years for the blood imperial family.

It is precisely because human beings have researched this kind of thing that those humble mixed bloods with low bloodlines can be mixed into the descendants of their blood clan emperors, and even used by the hunter organization several times to cause a lot of trouble for the blood clan.

It’s just that due to the extremely strict conditions for using the sacrificial potion, most blood races and human hybrids cannot bear it. Usually, only some hybrid blood races with mutated abilities can complete the evolution; and the ultra-high evolution failure rate also corresponds to the extremely low development The success rate; coupled with its strong side effects, no one can survive the devastation of the mutated blood after injecting the sacrificial potion, so even the hunter organization has not used that kind of thing for a hundred years.

But today, they actually heard the adults they respected say that the male favorite was a despicable half-breed who sneaked into them by means of sacrificial potions, and even the adults who knew the truth seemed to want to save that despicable half-blood!

"grown ups--!"

The complexions of the several blood races changed almost unanimously, and they couldn't help but stepped forward to stop the man's next move.

The man raised his eyelids and gave them a cold look.

The expressions and movements of the blood race present were all frozen, and then they could only stop their figures, standing on the ground and looking at each other.

... What the man in front of him is doing is the only method they know that can probably relieve the side effects of the sacrificial potion.

The reason why I say it is probably because no one has ever tried it before, and it is only theoretically feasible-forcibly stop the continuous mutation effect of the sacrificial potion on the blood through the high-level blood of the second generation prince.

It’s just that no one would do this before the two people in front of me—after the sacrificial potion was developed, humans have been using it in actions against the blood race. After that large-scale war, the princes of the blood race even disappeared. At least—at least on the surface—so it is impossible for the blood race to deplete itself to help the enemy, and therefore every half-blood who uses the sacrificial potion can only be recorded in the honor book of the hunter organization in the end.

And as the body lost more and more blood, Song Qingyan's rationality finally gradually returned, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his pupils hidden in the darkness——

Because he could feel that that person was actually helping him remove those unstable mutant blood in his body.

And within such an undefended distance.

Song Qingyan's fingertips twitched slightly, as if they had just slipped down from the man's gradually loosening confinement unintentionally, and then landed on the side of his calf.

With his fingertips down another two centimeters, he could reach the silver blade that fitted the side of his leg.

And with the defenseless state of the man in front of him and the distance between the two of them, he was [-]% sure that he would be able to pierce the blade into the man's heart.

The silver blade in the middle of the heart can immediately cut off the life of this person in a short time, Song Qingyan firmly believes in this.

It's just that he still couldn't help hesitating, the man's palm covering his eyes was swept over by the light eyelashes that flickered.

The man's eyes darkened slightly.

Song Qingyan naturally couldn't notice it. At this moment, what he saw in that square before he entered this room remained in front of his eyes.

... There may be brothers who fought side by side with him, but their faces have been stained red and blurred by the dripping blood, and their limbs have been torn to pieces by the brutal enemies.

The hand that was hanging weakly on the side of the knee suddenly exerted strength, even the light blue veins were raised on the back of the white hand, and the thin blade glowing with cold light was sucked into the palm of Song Qingyan in an instant. The sudden movement even left an afterimage in the air, and even the vampires who were on the sidelines only had time to grimace their faces and let out an exclamation before reacting.

The piercing knife light shot at the man's heart.

Moments later, the blood was shining.

The force was so strong and it penetrated deeply into the flesh that even a few drops of strange blood with traces of scarlet in light blue splashed on the pale face of the young man.

The few blood races with ferocious and almost crazy expressions were about to move, but froze suddenly——

Their gazes once again carefully scanned the color of the splashed blood that had slid down the fair face on the young man's face, and then all of them returned their gazes to the place where the sword light had just gone.

But it was the young man's palms spread out on the man's chest, blocking the straight knife light at the last moment.

The young man's pale face raised the corners of his lips coldly, that smile seemed to be mocking and relieved.

The man who didn't react from the beginning to the end paused, then pulled back a little distance, and gently licked the blood hole on the young man's white neck with the tip of his tongue. After only a second, he recovered.

"...I didn't touch the humans here."

The man's tone was so steady and calm that he didn't seem to be explaining. Only those deep black eyes focused on Song Qingyan's body could he see the focus——

"It's been like this before I came here. So..."

The corners of the man's lips raised, and when the other party was in a daze, he held the blood-spattered white palm in his palm, and gently pulled out the silver blade. The blood that was almost gushing before miraculously stopped flowing out.

Presenting an almost strange state of stagnation, hovering around the almost piercing wound of the palm.

"...Don't make me feel bad."

The man's tone seemed to carry a teasing smile, but at the end it turned into a sigh. The scarlet tongue touched the white palm, and slowly licked away the blood on it little by little.

Song Qingyan was stunned - he thought that after his obvious killing intent, if this person didn't kill him, he would at least alienate him, but the other party seemed to have no grudges about what happened just now.

"Do you think I'm going to be angry?"

As if aware of his psychology, the man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Those black eyes were like stars shining in the entire night sky.

Song Qingyan was speechless for a moment: "..."

"Of course I won't."

The man lowered his eyes again with a smile, and the tip of his tongue gently caressed the hideous wound, but the originally torn skin returned to its original state after being gently touched, smooth without a trace of trace.It's just that what attracted Song Qingyan's attention even more was the man's subsequent voice——

"After all... I have already been killed by you once, leaving no room for it."

"It's just that the process was a bit tormented and painful... the soul-seed was torn apart, and the vitality was pulled away little by little, which was more thorough than the darkness at the bottom of the Eighteen Nether Prisons..."

Where no one else could see, the man's eyes seemed to be lost in memory and lost focus, but after a while, they were suddenly stained with a smile——

"The only regret I had at that time was that... maybe I would never be able to kiss your body again, hear your groaning/groaning, and see your most beautiful flirtatiousness under me... So, I am also considered terminally ill, and there is no cure for it.”

When the last word fell, the man had straightened up again, the smile in his eyes was the same as before, and the jade-like palm held in his palm was also the same as before.

"..."

Song Qingyan was speechless for a while, then looked at the man, his eyes were as calm as ancient wells, "If what you said is true——I had a previous life, and you are the same person as him...or a god, then you What's the difference with him, why you look at me, but I chase him."

The man smiled: "God divides good and evil: he is extremely good, and I am extremely evil."

"……can not tell."

Song Qingyan shook his head without saying anything.

The man didn't find it boring, so he smiled unhurriedly and said, "God's standards of good and evil are naturally different from those of human beings. Cut off love (liao) desires, love the world, don't ask justice, and only talk about the way of heaven, that is extremely kind; Love, love/desire, selfishness, and obsession are extremely evil."

Hearing this, Song Qingyan suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, and his delicate face became alive in an instant, even the slightly rippling smile at the corners of his eyes was amazing——

"I understand. I also know why I - I in my previous life fell in love with another you."

"Oh?"

The man was still smiling, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

The young man smiled coldly, and the coldness in his eyes almost turned to ice: "Don't you know, the most attractive thing in this world is 'unable to ask for'."

"..."

The man looked at him silently for two seconds, with a half-smile, "You're right. ——The biggest difference between me and him in the past was our attitude towards you. One was afraid of not getting enough, the other was afraid of avoiding it. Now, it's hard to say. I He is still waiting for you to sink in the nether world, he... probably has been dragged down by you long ago."

Song Qingyan's eyes darkened: "..."

"It's just that some things won't change..." The man suddenly approached, chuckled softly, and breathed warmly, "Even if you got it in the end, he didn't touch you at all. After all, it was divided into two at first, Selfishness/love/love/desire is all about me, he doesn't understand...these things."