My card is refined [unlimited]

That was no ordinary kiss.

When the chill ran through his body, Su Mingxuan knew - it was terrible.

Now he seems to have returned to the time when he was controlled by the gods. His body does not belong to him at all, and even his soul has been eroded by huge malice.

Su Mingxuan just felt like an onion whose skin had been peeled off layer by layer, inside and out, every inch and every place, was infested by the extreme darkness, and all of them were marked by the gods as belonging to each other.

Like a hot iron, or a cold engraving, suddenly, directly and heavily pressed on his soul, which he could not refuse and was powerless to refuse, made him completely lose himself.

He no longer cared about the mouth he was forced to open and the gazes of others, his feet went limp, and he fell into the man's arms, supported by two hands.

The young man trembled with fear, his hands drooped weakly, his forehead rested on the man's shoulder, his whole body was trembling, even the sudden screams and roars seemed to be far away from him, and the man holding him was close to his ear With a low smile, he took a few steps forward and pressed him against the wall.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...?" Su Mingxuan's mind was very confused, he felt that his brain was filled with paste, a stick was inserted in and messed up randomly, his consciousness was hazy, and he leaned towards the man subconsciously , like a clingy kitten, it stays by its owner's side and doesn't want to leave.

Su Mingxuan yelled softly, his back pressed against the cold wall, which made him tremble, and he put his arms around the man's neck.

"..." The man smiled happily, touched Su Mingxuan's face comfortingly, raised his hand to stroke his bandage, "Lai, open your eyes and look at me."

Feeling that the blindfold was gently taken off, Su Mingxuan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, as if being bewitched, very obediently, straight into the other's eyes.

The small hall was very dark, but those eyes were particularly provocative. The darkness in the depths of the pupils was deep and endless, and his own figure was reflected in the pupils. In the next second, he would be swallowed up by the terrifying indescribable darkness. Like a ferocious beast in the abyss, it opened its mouth wide and exposed its fangs, aiming at the poor human above, waiting for him to let go of the last thread of reason, and then fall into his belly.

devoured.

Su Mingxuan's mind was dazed, and he stared blankly at the other party.

Behind the man, a huge monster occupied half of the small hall. The screams of the "rich people" were hidden in the monster's body. Su Mingxuan's face was wiped off gently by the man with his fingertips.

"——?" Su Mingxuan moved his eyes, and a meaningless syllable came out of his mouth.

"I've always been very tolerant towards my beloved child." The man stroked Su Mingxuan's pale lips, "But sometimes, the mark that should be there is still indispensable, otherwise it's easy to be snatched away by someone with bad intentions."

"Don't erase this mark, Lai."

……Varied?

what mark?

Are you talking about the damage to the soul that he healed with props before?

Su Mingxuan's eyelids trembled, and he leaned against the wall weakly, feeling that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would immediately faint.

It's so strange... Su Mingxuan lowered his eyelids halfway, the brown and black pupils of ordinary humans were filled with a little scarlet again, and became the same as in the SS-level dungeon.

In a daze, he felt his face being pinched, something moist licked his eyes, and the man's low and seductive words broke into his mind.

"Good boy... you can call me Laccle, I give you such an honor."

"Of course, if Len needs help, call me by my real name."

"It's a reward for a good boy."

The man leaned closer to his ear and said something softly.

"—"

"I'll always be watching you."

The moment before Su Mingxuan's consciousness fell into darkness, he inexplicably only had one thought——

So, Your Majesty, are you a voyeur...

……

……

Su Mingxuan didn't know how he got back to the place where he lived. When he regained consciousness, he was sitting slumped on the sofa in the room, staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and then slowly wrapped himself around him again. Bandage, stand up.

The skeleton of the whole body was making protesting sounds, and the muscles were so sore that it seemed that he had fought with someone all night. Su Mingxuan took a "hissing" breath, and went into the bathroom to change his clothes.

Needless to say, the people in that small hall yesterday were all killed by the monsters released by the gods, and Su Mingxuan's clothes were splashed with a lot of blood.

"What's going on with those people..." Su Mingxuan originally thought they were god's companions, but now it seems that they are just npcs in the dungeon?

Then why did the gods lower their identity and get in there? Do you think it's fun?

Su Mingxuan rubbed his throbbing temples, then sat back on the sofa, thinking of that god gave him a headache.

Whether it was an inexplicable kiss or something else, it gave him a headache.

Especially the incompatibility and awkwardness that comes from the soul, there is something, as if it is squeezed into a body with my soul, it is uncomfortable no matter how I move.

Not to mention... the real name the gods had told him.

What kind of wind is it, who would have the guts to call the real name of the god.

Su Mingxuan paralyzed, raised his hand to touch his chapped lips from lack of water, then moved up to caress his eyes that had been licked, and emptied his head in self-sacrifice.

At this time, Qingyu hadn't come back yet, and he didn't know whether the other party's search for clues in the hotel was successful. Su Mingxuan took out his one-eyed eye from the "poker", and was wondering whether to read the records now, when the door opened.

Qingyu was obviously a little surprised by Su Mingxuan who was already sitting in the room, "When did you come back?"

"...Not just now." In fact, Su Mingxuan didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and there was no clock in the room, so he relied on his own sense of time to calculate the approximate time.

"There was nothing wrong with Lie Hotel." Qing Yu didn't comment on Su Mingxuan's "just now", "Did you do that?"

"what happened?"

"Don't you know?" Qingyu said, "I heard that last night, there were not many big shots in the City of Lies doing business in the hotel, but now they are all alive."

Su Mingxuan shook his head, and handed the one-eyed eye to Qingyu, "I did it, I can't record the transaction scene with props, just take a look."

Sensing that Su Mingxuan didn't want to mention this matter, Qingyu didn't ask any more. Anyway, the npcs who died so quickly in this dungeon probably had little to do with their mission.

The scene recorded by the one-eyed eye was projected in the eyeballs. The first thing Qingyu noticed was a few people talking to an empty seat. She raised her head and glanced at Su Mingxuan, and continued to watch without saying anything.

"How's the quality of the goods this time?" Because the small hall was very dark at the time, the appearance of those people could not be seen clearly, one of them was smoking a cigarette and said.

"80.00% maturity." Another person picked up a box from his feet, laid it flat on the table, and opened it, "Two [-]'s are included, how about it?"

In the center of the box, there are three arm-length glass jars, in which black unknown objects float in the liquid. The object in the central jar is obviously several times larger than the other two.

"The color is not bad." The man shook the ash, reached out and picked up the largest glass jar, looked around, and then put it back.

"Tell me, how much do you want? But I advise you not to be too greedy. A lie is worth too much, and it may not be a good thing."

"Haha..." The other party closed the box and said with a smile, "Where is it? How could I be such a person..."

"A seed of lies with an eighty-year maturity, the lowest price is 13 billion."

He reported the numbers.

"Happy transaction." The man crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, lifted the box on the table, and put it at his feet. When he said it, the value on the top of his head dropped by 13 billion.

"It's really refreshing." The man patted the armrest of the chair, "If there are any good lies next time, I will consider you first."

"That couldn't be better."

"Speaking of which, the auction will be held in two days. I don't know how the stock of the seed of lies is?"

"It's all ready." The man who added 13 billion replied, "The finale is very rare, are you interested?"

"I don't have that ability. I ate two things in a row and left them for others." He lit another cigarette. "This transaction is very smooth. I hope we can cooperate again next time."

"..."

"Oh, by the way," the man turned his gaze to the empty seat, "where's your little pet?"

The next moment, the screen suddenly trembled, obviously Su Mingxuan put away the one-eyed.

Qingyu glanced at Su Mingxuan complicatedly, handed back the eyeballs to him, and said, "You didn't look at it yourself, did you?"

Su Mingxuan also knew that Qingyu probably guessed something, but he didn't intend to explain. He took Cyclops, turned his back to Qingyu, and asked Cyclops to play the record again after pulling off the bandage.

As expected, there is no figure of a god in the picture. After all, Cyclops can be regarded as a pet raised by a god. No matter what it does, it dares or cannot record the figure of a god.

And the moment the box was opened, Su Mingxuan was stunned.

Why does this so-called "seed of lies" look so familiar?

Although the volume is much smaller, isn't this glass jar and the things stored in it the same as those he saw in the Lost City of Mechanisms?

Passive black water, and cultivation tanks that appear in multiple copies...

Su Mingxuan felt that he seemed to be slowly coming into contact with the undercurrent of the card world, maybe it was the gods who guided him step by step.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't find the distribution map of the City of Lies in the hotel, and I probably know where the auction they talked about will be held." Qingyu didn't know what kind of storm was blowing up in Su Mingxuan's mind. As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from the space and handed it to Su Mingxuan from behind.

Su Mingxuan paused the chaotic thoughts in his head for a while, rolled his eyes, looked at the paper handed over to him, and took it with his hand.

I don't know the reason, but their action of picking up the delivery at this time seems to be judged as a state of consumption. When Su Mingxuan took the paper, the number above his head suddenly appeared.

Qing Yu noticed it and looked over curiously, her eyes widened in surprise and her hands trembled.

Because at this moment, the number above Su Mingxuan's head unexpectedly has... twelve digits!

1000 billion lies worth!