The ultimate villain [Western Fantasy]

God and Sheila looked at each other calmly, the surroundings were silent, but there seemed to be an undercurrent flowing in it.

The two creatures, who have somewhat similar faces but very different temperaments, seem to be in two worlds, and the temporary blending at this moment has an indescribably weird feeling.

After a while, God sighed softly and broke the deadlock.

His expression was still compassionate, but when he looked at Sheila, there was a trace of fatherly tenderness and love in his eyes.

"Sheila, it's been thousands of years since we last saw each other."

"Now you... how are you doing?" He hesitated for a moment, but still asked this sentence.

However, Sheila quickly regained her composure after showing the complicated expression at the moment she saw him. At this moment, his expression was indifferent, more like a high-ranking god than the blond youth.

"What is good? What is bad?" His tone was dull, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

But God was not angry, but smiled helplessly, his tone of voice was unexpectedly familiar, and he sighed softly: "You are still the same as before."

"Stand far away from the crowd and close your heart."

"Obviously I want it..."

"But trying to tell myself that I don't care about it..."

"Then look at the sky, the moon, and the stars alone..."

"No matter how blue the sky is, how bright the starry sky is, you are the only one who is surrounded by nature's gentle comfort..."

"It's a very lonely feeling..."

"Perhaps the momentary loneliness will make you feel happy, but the long-term loneliness that lasts almost forever can only make every living being sad..."

"So Sheila was very sad at that time..."

"Holds a dangerous power that is completely different from other angels..."

"Unobtainable sense of identity..."

"So just tell yourself not to care about anything..."

"Then the lie day after day, finally became the truth..."

"You really don't care about anything..."

God took a deep breath, looked at Sheila who seemed to be untouched, and then showed a gentle smile that was so intoxicating that he couldn't help himself, and announced the final result word by word.

"So Sheila is still a weird kid."

Sheila didn't answer him, and looked at him indifferently, with no image reflected in her icy blue pupils.

The atmosphere began to fall into the initial silence again.

The apoplexy of Eden has ceased, and the thorns no longer shake their bodies, as if the world has fallen asleep.

God's expression remained unchanged, gentle and merciful, but it was his compassion for the world that showed his ruthlessness.

After a long time, Sheila broke the tranquility. Her icy eyes were like polar ice, unable to hold a breath of life. He looked at God and said word by word:

"Don't judge me by how you feel."

"Because we are too far apart..."

"Pretend falsehood can never become true feelings, you are no longer the god in the Garden of Eden..."

The god that he could recognize as his father no longer existed.

He wasn't sad, just a little bored in his heart.

He... won't be sad.

God sighed slightly, with a compassionate expression: "Why are you still so duplicity after so long?"

Sheila was not moved by it, but asked indifferently: "Can you deceive yourself?"

God's face finally became stiff, he lowered his head slightly, short blond hair lightly covered his forehead, his eyes were half closed, long eyelashes blocked the light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth no longer raised.

Sheila didn't care about his reaction, his eyes looked into the void, as if he was remembering something.

Words that were as cold as a sigh resounded in this world.

"Actually, I have known from a very early age that you are not a real god..."

"Or, it's not the original god..."

"Because it feels completely different."

"The original god is not indifferent."

"Although you are more like a god than him..."

As if thinking of something, the corners of Sheila's mouth raised slightly, revealing what could be called a gentle smile.

His voice also softened unconsciously.

"Tang Yuan once asked me why God didn't judge me for my crime of indifference."

"At that time, I didn't have a definite answer, but now I can be sure..."

He looked at the stiff god indifferently, and slowly pronounced the sentence.

"That's because the current god and I have the same crime."

"Judging me is judging yourself."

It is a kind of indifference to kill a person who can be called acquaintance without worrying about anyone, but to love everyone, in another way, you can also kill with a compassionate expression. It is also a kind of indifference to die one by one for a better future for more people.

"clap clap"

There was a burst of rhythmic applause, applauding for this wonderful speech, and it was God who applauded.

At this moment, the compassion on his face has completely disappeared, his golden pupils are full of smiles, and the corners of his mouth are curved, showing a dazzling smile like the sun, pure and holy, without any haze.

"Sheila is still so sharp... No wonder you can recognize me just by my voice..."

Sheila's pupils shrank, and she looked at the completely different performance of this so-called god with some surprise.

"You are……"

He stretched out his right hand and waved it, because the smile was exaggerated, revealing two indistinct dimples, making him look a bit... stupid.

"That's right, I am the original god you mentioned."

"Little Sheila, long time no see."

"Come and accept Dad's warm hug!"

The short golden hair trembled slightly with his movements, like a beating sun.

very warm……

However, in the face of this supposedly exciting reunion scene, Sheila's expression was always flat.

He looked at the role of the father in his memory, feeling a little dull in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

He was silent for a long time, and finally asked this sentence.

"what happened?"

The dazzling smile on God's face slowly faded, and the arc of the corner of his mouth revealed a bit of self-mockery.

"Has Sheila found out?"

He stretched out his palm and placed it outside the altar, and the light passed through his hand without being hindered in the slightest.

The god sighed softly: "That's right, the me now is just a touch of soul, without the power of this altar, I wouldn't be able to see Sheila at all."

Sheila looked at all this with a frown, and asked coldly, "Are you waiting for me on purpose?"

Why is the recent whereabouts all predicted by people, so is the son of destiny Lalier heard in the abyss a god?

Seemingly seeing his doubts, God smiled triumphantly: "That's right, I am the one who aliased Laliel in the abyss."

Sheila looked at the stupid expression on God's face, and couldn't imagine any earth-shattering conspiracy in him, but he decided to ask again, "What do you want to do?"

"Are you satisfied with the little lover I found for you?"

God smiled knowingly at Sheila.

"..."

Sheila could only remain silent about this.

"Hey...young angels are just shy, and they are too embarrassed to say words like this..." God showed a helpless smile, then looked up at the sky 45 degrees sad, and mourned the past against the empty sky, He let out a long sigh, and said emotionally, "This is my ignorant first love that was so pure and shy even holding a small hand..."

"Do not……"

Sheila's sudden denial interrupted God's sorrow.

God subconsciously looked at Sheila, and then widened his eyes in surprise, as if he saw something that made people unable to accept the huge impact it brought.

I saw Sheila smiled softly, not with the corners of her mouth rising temporarily, but with her lips parted, showing a few teeth.The icy blue eyes seemed to have melted into lake water that had just thawed in spring, although there was still a little floating ice, but this only made the lake more sparkling, so gentle that it almost drowned people.

"It's not liking, it's love."

"I love him."

God, however, looked like the collapse of the end of the world, and the six gods shouted helplessly: "It's over, it's over..."

He muttered vaguely to himself: "I thought I was getting a powerful wife, but this rhythm means I have to be a wife..."

Thinking of this, he looked viciously at the angel in front of him who had never smiled so gently, with sharp edges and corners, cold and indifferent, with a golden ratio figure, even though he was covered by clothes, he could still see the powerful muscles , and the air-conditioning is so strong, the aura is so strong...

And the little guy in the abyss is so beautiful, with such a gorgeous face, so white, and no eight-pack abs!

"How can you be a victim!" God couldn't bear the too powerful impact, and roared without image.

"Shou? What is shou..." Forgive Sheila for being a pure child who couldn't be more pure since she was a child. When Tang Yuan teased him normally, she would blush.

"It's the one at the bottom when I went to bed!" God was already on the verge of collapse, and he no longer cared about whether the wording was elegant or not, and whether it conformed to the image of God.

Of course, God has been working hard on this before, but the problem is that he has never done it, because that kind of elegant behavior does not match his funny temperament at all...

"Why do you think I'm a subject?" Sheila asked suspiciously.

At this moment, the god almost wanted to kneel on the ground and call to the sky for help, but he had far underestimated his inner strength. When he heard this question, he just replied with a paralyzed face: "Look at your look. Would you be willing to let him suffer the virtue that almost spoils him to heaven?"

He then complained with a smirk: "I guess as long as he hooks his fingers, you will automatically lie flat..."

"As long as he is happy." Sheila didn't mean to refute when she heard God's complaints, but said something that seemed to agree.

"..." God... God has already died in battle. He looked up at the sky, and his heart, which was supposed to keep bleeding, felt a strange sour feeling at this moment.

He thought about it secretly, and suddenly felt that this was not bad, and it was quite touching.

He didn't know that there is a kind of sourness called reverse cp.

The author has something to say: Hey...it’s getting late recently, but the author is so happy today. Some readers confessed to the author, and he was accepted by the editor. I’m so happy~(≧▽≦)/~

It's too late today, I really want to sleep, the cute little theater will make it up tomorrow, hey, then please ask for a comment and a favorite>3