To the twilight of the gods

"You..." Thilo opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it. He frowned slightly, still digesting Limo's sudden confession.

Limo slowly let go of Thilo, "If you want to ask when it started, it was probably... the first time I tasted your blood."

"The first time? When was that?" Tilo blinked, recalling the time when Limo tasted his own blood for the first time, which seemed to be in the bedroom.

"Don't remember? When we were fighting in the alley." Limo's fingertips lightly brushed the corners of Tilo's eyes. At that time, Tilo was fragile and cautious, so how could he touch him so close.

Tilo remembered the fight between himself and Limo in the alley, and suddenly looked at Limo, "Were you licking blood at that time?"

He grabbed Limo's wrist and recalled that Limo did not attack him at that time, but just lightly touched the corner of his injured eye, and was kicked away by him the next moment.

It's just that Tilo at that time had no sense of friendship, and Limo's touch to him was naturally considered a sneak attack.

After Limo nodded, Tilo opened his hand lightly, and Limo couldn't wait to ask, "Master, do you hate me?"

Tilo hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

"Then give me a chance." Li Mo smiled, his scarlet eyes were gentle.

"Do you want this as compensation?" Tilo frowned. If Limo wanted this as compensation, he might not agree.

But Li Mo shook his head, "Master, you have already compensated me."

"A very sweet kiss." Limo said with a smile, reminding Tilo of the pleasant touch just now, the numbness on the tip of his tongue seemed to be still there, and he bit his tongue lightly.

He turned his eyes away, looked at the flowers next to him, "It's up to you."

After all, Tilo got up and left the garden, his footsteps were a little hurried, his soft gray hair brushed against his ears, and when he walked past Limo, he still carried a scent of flowers on his body.

Limo still sat where he was, and watched Tilo's figure return to the house, then smiled contentedly, got up to pack the teacups, and picked a few bunches of fresh roses.

Tilo returned to his bedroom, sat by the window, poured himself a glass of water and drank it all at once, and gradually calmed down. He sat on a chair, held the glass and gently closed his eyes.

To put it bluntly, Tilo was at a loss. He never thought that he would be confessed by a demon, and that demon had helped him a lot.

But Limo is the ancestor of the blood clan, and all the gods know that the ancestor of the blood clan is indifferent and cruel, and has never been a kind person, and Tilo doesn't think Limo is a good person.

But when Tilo recalled the kiss just now, the joy in his heart was very real, which meant that he didn't have any dislike for Limo, and even... had a lot of trust in Limo.

Tilo shook his head, his golden pupils were confused, he was a little hard to understand the relationship between himself and Limo, did Limo say he liked him because there was something about him that attracted him?

But why did he trust Limo so much that he didn't even realize that something was wrong until now.

Tilo was puzzled. Seeing the sunset, Limo came to the bedroom and knocked on the door gently, "Dinner is ready, master."

Tilo recovered, got up to open the door, then went straight to the restaurant without looking at Limo.

Limo didn't say anything when he was ignored. He closed the door and followed Tilo, his eyes fell on Tilo's hair fluttering with the movement from time to time, and the white neck looming under the white shirt.

Limo quietly looked away, afraid of scaring Tilo.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Limo prepared a sumptuous dinner. While Tilo was eating, Limo was still peeling the shrimp for him and neatly putting them on the plate.

Tilo picked up the wine glass next to him and took a sip. The mellow and delicate taste made him lick his lips, and Limo next to him introduced him, "It's red wine, I think you might like it."

"not bad."

After dinner, Tilo went to take a bath. He soaked in the bathtub and gently wiped the corners of his mouth. After a while, he got up and changed into pajamas and returned to the bedroom.

Limo was helping him close the window and draw the curtains. He put the roses he picked before in a water bottle and put them on the bedside.

Tilo closed the door gently, and with a click, he said, "Limo, why do you like me?"

Limo turned his head, and the little puppet was wearing white loose pajamas, its gray hair fell to its ears, and its golden pupils were watching him quietly, with a cold but not distant expression.

"Maybe it's because of your special aura." Li Mo chuckled and shook his head, "I used to think that the gods could not be overthrown, but you did."

"And, your blood is really delicious, I can't live without it."

If Limo really wants to leave Tilo now, Limo really doesn't know what to do. He finds that his past life is so boring, but following Tilo, even if he just looks at Tilo quietly, is so boring. pleasure.

Limo secretly licked his fangs, but he didn't want Tilo to lower his head and rolled up his sleeves, then looked at him again, his golden pupils blinked, his voice was flat, but hesitation could be vaguely heard, "Do you want a drink? "

This was an invitation that the vampire could not refuse. Limo supported the door frame with his arm, and held Tilo's palm with the other hand. The vampire's fangs pierced into the white skin.

Tilo closed his eyes gently and leaned against the wall behind him. After a long time, Limo slowly raised his head. Tilo opened his eyes and saw that Limo's eyes were full. Just as he was about to speak, Limo kissed his lips.

With blood in his mouth, Limo held Tilo's hand tightly. The latter quickly turned his head and looked at Limo with disgust, "What are you doing?"

Limo licked his fangs and said gently, "I want you to taste the wonderful taste too."

"It doesn't taste very good." Tilo had a bad opinion of his blood, so he got out of Limo's arms and went to wipe his mouth with a tissue.

He is not a vampire, so naturally he does not like the taste of blood.

Limo drank very contentedly, but Tilo only got sleepy that night. He was lying in bed. Limo covered him carefully and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you like me too?"

Otherwise why would you bite him?

Tilo turned his head and leaned sideways, "I don't know."

Limo smiled happily, turned off the light for Tilo, and closed the door lightly.

The next day, Tilo seemed to have figured it out a lot. He was determined to follow his inner thoughts. Since his heart did not reject Limo, let Limo stay.

He was used to Limo's meticulous care, and if he left suddenly, he might not be used to it himself. Tilo sat in the study as a matter of course, and of course took the strawberries fed by Limo.

He was flipping through the records of gods, which was sent by the king in yellow after counting all the gods and demons in the God Realm. Of course, they are no longer demons, and they have won.

The gods of the old three-pillar gods have almost fallen, and many vacancies in theocratic power, such as "God of Light", "God of the Sun", "God of Tide", etc., are currently waiting for Tilo's distribution.

In the new century, the king in yellow made suggestions on the division and appellation of forces.

First of all, among the gods, the King in Yellow proposed to divide them into three camps, representing the moderate righteous faction, the neutral faction representing order, and the disorderly faction representing chaos.

Representative gods of the justice group include the God of Light, the God of Love, the God of Flowers, the God of Peace, etc... They all have a gentle and friendly attitude towards life in the universe, and will actively help life, and bestow blessings and gifts.

The neutral gods are headed by the god of truth, the god of justice, etc. They will not interfere with the survival of life in the universe, nor will they interfere with the war between gods. They only represent the operation of order.

Finally, there are chaotic evil gods. This camp is mainly used to represent those powerful gods, such as Hatavis, the king in yellow, Limo, etc., as well as some evil gods, such as the god of plague, the god of curse, God of Slaughter and more.

This distribution was very reasonable, and Tilo agreed to the proposal of the king in yellow. As for himself, as the king of gods, he naturally stood on the neutral side.

Limo brought Tilo a cup of black tea, Tilo took a sip and asked Limo, "What theocracy do you want?"

There are currently many vacant theocracy, and Limo can choose at will.

"It's all right." Limo smiled and didn't care.

Most of the theocracy is actually just a kind of cosmic power, and it doesn't add much to the actual combat power. It still needs to be cultivated by oneself, otherwise the demons would not fight against the gods in the past.

With Elimo's strength, no matter what divine right he got, it was just icing on the cake.

"Then let's wait for the theocracy to distribute it." Tilo picked up the red bean cake next to him and took a bite. Compared with distributing the theocracy himself, he was more inclined to hold a theocracy conference.

He will distribute all the theocracy, and let the gods who currently do not have theocracy choose or be chosen by themselves. After all, the theocracy cannot be controlled casually.

A powerful theocracy requires a strong force to control, and everything is left to them to choose.

The author has something to say: Kiss and post, good ya, Jasmine is trying to sleep in a bed tonight ()