Before he was crowned king II

Sean missed a beat in his heart,? He turned his head, a little surprised, but also took it for granted.

He had a premonition that there would be a very delicate confrontation scene right now,? But he didn't expect this scene to come so soon.

Herrell,? The devil who is tied to his fate, because of the existence of the contract, he knows almost everything about Sean. See what he sees,? Listen to what he hears, as long as they have experienced things after they met, he has nothing He was able to successfully hide from Herrell.

Helaier appeared this time wearing a pure white robe, somewhat similar to the one he wore as the messenger of the gods. The tufts of forehead hair fluttered on the sides of the cheeks, and the long golden hair was neatly combed behind. ,? Head with a crown of olive laurel symbol of peace.There was anger in his expression.

"Why are you dressed like this? Is it made by Aiko?" Sean looked at her.

"Shut up..." Herrell angrily took off the laurel crown on his head and stepped on it, such a "funny" outfit was obviously not his intention.

It's just because in the "Faith Plan" drawn up by Ai Kou, he was about to put on this sacred attire and appear above the exiled land just now, performing a bewitching drama of "Gods Coming".

"It's quite the same thing,? It looks like a god." Sean nodded, "If you can control your emotions."

"Do you think now is the time to joke?" Herrell narrowed her rose-colored pupils.

"You have blond hair like a beard,? Foresight is pure." Sean read the description of the gods in the prayer song, "The swan flaps its wings, and sings for you with a bright voice. You start here, and you dominate everything that exists." Dead mortals."

"What the hell? It's disgusting to hear." Helle was impatient.

"The gods are full of benevolence."

"Don't try to fool me! If you can't give me a reasonable explanation now, then I swear on my own name that you who betrayed me will regret it to death."

Helaier has already restrained his emotions very much. If he put it in the past, the man in front of him must have suffered all the sufferings in hell.

"No explanation,? As you can see." Sean sat on the bed, not flustered in the face of Herrell's threat.

"Okay, very good!" Sean's attitude made Herrell laugh angrily, "You actually didn't even have to defend yourself."

"To be honest, I don't know what I did wrong, let alone why you said I betrayed you."

Sean said softly, "I have lived until now to achieve your goal, and I have not broken my promise to you."

"You lied to me! You said you would be loyal to me, but now you have selfish motives!" Herrell pressed Sean's neck and walked, his eyes seemed to burst into fiery flames.

"As long as people have selfishness, isn't this... you taught me?" Sean's throat was locked, and his voice sounded a little rough, "You have to find what you want."

Helaier was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the face he created with his own hands: "So... you want to say that the silver-haired boy is your selfishness?"

He let go of his hand, and slowly moved his fingertips from his throat to Sean's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the man's mind, "It's so ridiculous, do you think I don't know anything about you? You are A part that cannot be affected, lust is not worth mentioning in your heart, how could I believe such a lame excuse! Do you treat me like a child?"

"Money, power, beauty... I am an ordinary person, but I am good at hiding it." Sean said, "Prince Mars is an excellent partner. To a certain extent, we are very compatible. He is about to control the entire St. Via..."

"I can give you these too." Herrell's retort blurted out.

The room fell silent, and Herrell felt a clear pain in his chest.

He suddenly began to miss that young man wearing a cold iron mask with half a leg disabled. He was proud and humble, tenacious and weak, flapping his wings like a moth with all his strength, trying to break free from the death net of fate.

The frail and helpless young man was unwilling and powerless, so he could only beg and call out his name in the dark night full of flames, betting all his hopes on his soft heart when he was dying...

A pale, ugly, struggling face slowly emerged in his mind, such a face full of real emotions touched his heart far more than the perfect face right now.

It turned out that he had such a strong possessive desire.Yes, even the most greedy people know that the name of the devil is not to be shouted.

Since he dared to call his name, it should belong to him, and he must be regarded as the highest belief in his life.

How can you put other people's position above him.

"What he can give you, I can give you." Herrell gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever you want, as long as you ask, I can satisfy you."

"I'm afraid you can't give it to me."

"It's impossible. I can't give you what he can get out of mere human beings?" Helle was irritated.

"Yes, Prince Mars is human just like me, and humans cannot compare with you." Sean sighed, "But His Royal Highness is very obsessed with me."

"He can give me love," Sean whispered.

"Love? You said what you want is love?!" Herrell's expression was a little distorted. Since the two met until now, this is definitely the most absurd and incredible speech he has heard.

At this moment, the shock that Heleer felt was far more than the other party's presumptuous remarks like "gods are regarded as a promotion achievement".

"Well..." Sean leaned back on the bed, "I want love. It's normal, everyone wants to be loved."

"It doesn't make sense at all, obviously there are other people who love you?" Herrell couldn't understand, "Why don't you have other thoughts about them!"

"Prince Mars said that I can make him forget his dreams." Sean thought for a while and said, "You should have heard it too."

"So? What's so special about this sentence?" Herrell was extremely agitated.

"So, you don't understand human beings." Sean smiled softly, and he put his hand on Helaer's empty chest, "Helaire, you are a god, a devil, but not a human being."

Herrell froze, he had never felt so humiliated.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and after recovering, he immediately knocked off the hand, and took two steps back in a panic.

Sean put down his red hands, silently watching the subtle expression changes on Helear's face.

"Why did you thank me then?"

Sean frowned slightly. Herrell's question was a bit sudden. For a moment, he couldn't even think about which event the other party's "thank you" referred to.

"Your wish is really naive." Before Sean could answer, Herrell sneered a few times, "I never thought that what you want would be such an unrealistic thing? If it weren't for me Watching you all the time, I'm afraid I'm going to think that your inside has been replaced by another person."

The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "No wonder you could empathize with that innocent little princess at that time? Wish is love, it's really boring. Are you acting out a fairy tale?"

"You can't force someone to admit that what they have doesn't exist because you don't have it," Sheen said.

"You thought you got it? No, you didn't." Herrell bent down and leaned in front of Sean, her rose-colored eyes fixed on Sean's eyes, and said word by word.

"I think I got it." Sean changed his tone, "Since we have different opinions, let's make a bet."

"You want to bet with me? Don't forget, you have nothing." Herrell made no secret of the disdain in his tone.

"If I lose, our contract will end here." Sean was not affected by Herrell's words, and his expression remained calm.

"Do you think I want to be tied up with you, a human being?"

"I will bear the punishment for violating the contract alone. I will voluntarily give up this body and return the god bone to you." Sean explained the bet between each other in more detail.

"You're crazy." Herrell said, her rosy pupils flickered with trepidation.

He suddenly saw that Sean again, the Sean Cabed who was unyielding against fate. They were playing a game, and he knew that the other party was trying to use some cunning tricks to lure him into the trap again.

Only this time, Sean wasn't begging him to save alms, but to get rid of him completely.

"Okay..." Helaier smiled, "If you win, I will give up the god bone. Even if I return to the darkness for a hundred years and a thousand years, there will be no problem at all. Because I can't lose, and you can take advantage of me. The days I stole from my hands are waiting to die..."

Helaier smiled beautifully, but also indifferently, even showing a bit of sacredness against the backdrop of a white robe.

The wind outside the window blows the long golden hair fluttering up, and each strand of hair is covered with a faint layer of warm light, like a work of art carefully crafted by someone.

Sean sighed in his heart, why a person who can clearly interpret a perfect person without moving a movement has an inner flammable and explosive like gunpowder.

"Okay..." Sean nodded.

Herrell glanced at him coldly, then left without looking back.

After a while, Sean left the bed, bent down, and picked up the olive-leaf laurel wreath that had been left in the room.

He watched silently for a while before throwing himself off the balcony.

The laurel wreath fell into the grass beside the bedroom, and the final bet between him and Helear was settled like this.

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