The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

Qingxing stared at the face in front of him expressionlessly.

His smile was repulsive, yet too bright and sweet to ignore.

"What are you talking about?" Qing Xing felt the cold fire in his heart.

Pei Chu rubbed his body, blinked, and smiled unscrupulously: "A friend of mine told me. He said, if you are hard when you are making out, you want to fuck me. Let me seduce you well."

Qingxing has been a human being for more than two years, so he naturally knows what this means better than Pei Chu.

With a cold face, he clasped Pei Chu's wrist, and pulled his hands around his neck away inch by inch: "Go down."

Pei Chu was stunned, and was forced to jump down. He stood on the floor with his bare feet puzzled, his toes curled up, and he said, "What's the matter?"

Qingxing ignored him, raised his hand and took out a document from the pile of documents he had confused, and continued to annotate coldly.

Pei Chu stood there for a while, seeing that he hadn't responded to his intentions, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

He turned around and crawled back to the bed, wrapped himself up with the quilt, a little angry, and turned his back to Qingxing.

The lights were dim, and the air was so still that there was only the rustling sound of writing as the tip of the pen slid across the thick paper.

Pei Chu was sullen, but couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen to the movement outside the quilt.It wasn't until he was about to fall asleep that he heard the faint sound of turning off the lights.

Pei Chu quickly turned over.

Under the blurred moonlight, he exposed a pair of bright and waxy eyes outside the quilt, raised his face, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you angry?"

Qing Xing's tone was light: "Not angry."

"Really?" Pei Chu asked.

Qingxing looked down at him, hummed.

Pei Chu had no doubts, and suddenly became lively again. He turned over and rolled away from the quilt, and smiled again: "That's great, I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."

Qingxing didn't speak, just lay on the outermost side as usual.

Holding the quilt, Pei Chu boldly slipped directly into his arms, rubbed his neck happily, and whispered: "I like you, even if you want to fuck me, I'll be very happy."

Qing Xing closed his eyes and said coldly, "Sleep."

"But I've been asleep for two days..." Pei Chu muttered, looked up into his cold gaze, and obediently said, "Okay."

The sound of breathing at the side of the ear quickly subsided, Qing Xing opened his eyes, looked at the blurred moonlight in front of him expressionlessly, and frowned very lightly for a long while.

Early the next morning, Pei Chu received a notice from the Holy Court saying that Bishop Lance had invited him to come over, so he went directly to the Holy Court with Qingxing.

After rioting nearly [-] evil monsters at one time that day, the outbreak rate was much lower during the two days when Pei Chu was comatose.

Five or six per day, the purifiers urgently invited by the holy court from all over the world quickly helped clean them up.

When Pei Chu stood in the grand hall of the Holy Court, there were already several humans in various costumes standing on the left side, looking at him with complicated eyes, and chattering.

"He's Pei Chu? It looks like he's just a brat."

"...It is said that he successfully summoned the highest level of purification."

"It's him! I purified 23 demons at once before, and the success rate is still [-]%!"

Several people suddenly hissed and looked over in shock.

Pei Chu also looked over curiously, and the other party quickly looked away.

"Pei Chu, how is your body resting?" Bishop Lance sat on the stage with kind eyes.

Only then did Pei Chu turn his head, looked at the people on the high seat, and laughed: "It's much better."

Lance nodded with a smile, looked away, and looked to his side: "Colonel, explain to him."

Qingxing hummed indifferently.

He turned his face sideways, but when he was about to speak, he caught Pei Chu's eyes, paused, and then said calmly: "The holy court has decided, please go and purify the tree of life."

Pei Chu was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask a question, but someone was more eager than him: "The tree of life?!"

The man was very irritable: "Why hasn't the Holy Court given up on this Fallen Angel!"

The people on the side also frowned, and looked up at Lance: "Bishop Lance, the blackening of the tree of life has long been irreversible, and the holy court is wasting spiritual power to purify."

Pei Chu was in a daze, looking at the high platform for no reason.

Lance held the scepter in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "The tree of life is the source of all souls."

"What's the use of this spirit?" One of the purifiers retorted coldly, with an angry tone, "Even if there is no spirit, there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person? At least I won't be afraid of evil spirits breaking into the world every day. Be wary!"

But his companion hesitated: "But without the tree of life, the demon just..."

The man interrupted him with a sneer: "What's the use of a demon, human beings are enough."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Pei Chu seemed to feel the mockery in Qing Xing's eyes. He looked up, but he could only see indifference.

Lance said in a deep voice: "At the beginning, the tree of life was polluted by karma, and a large part of it came from human greed. It is unreasonable for us to cross the river and tear down the bridge."

"But……"

"Okay." Lance interrupted him, looking at Pei Chu, "Pei Chu, are you willing to purify the tree of life?"

Pei Chu came back to his senses and nodded obediently: "Yes."

The purifiers around immediately hated iron for being weak, and almost rushed forward to persuade him to "turn back and do it".

"Good boy." Lance nodded gratifiedly, looked at Qingxing, "Colonel, take him to the portal."

Qing Xing looked down, his eyes seemed to be filled with deep and shallow ink, and all emotions were hidden in the depth of the ink.

Pei Chu reminded him: "Colonel?"

Qing Xing looked away, turned around and walked towards the depths of the hall.

Pei Chu quickly followed up, and raised his hand to grab his cuff.

Sensing the other party's downcast gaze, he blinked with a smile, acting coquettishly.

Qingxing paused, and let him go.

This scene was clearly seen by the people behind them, and after the figures of the two disappeared, they suddenly muttered a few words in twos and threes with strange expressions.

Wu Zhan couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

Lance interrupted their chat, and said slowly: "After a while, the five-yearly law enforcement officer and purifier world rating competition will still be held on the island of M state. Do you want to set off with the Holy Court law enforcement officer? ?”

The purifier who disliked the Holy Court the most directly refused with a cold snort: "No need, we can go by ourselves."

Lance didn't force it, and nodded: "I wish you all good grades and a smooth promotion."

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The teleportation array is at the end of the deepest part of the hall, pushing away the thick carved dark wall, and inside is the teleportation array glowing with dark green light.

Qingxing stared at the magic circle, his eyes seemed to be stained with green.

"Can I just walk in?" Pei Chu poked his head at the magic circle for a while, then turned his head, "Aren't you going in with me?"

Qing Xing said lightly: "Only purifiers can enter."

"Okay." Pei Chu muttered in disappointment.

Qing Xing didn't speak, and looked down at him as he walked directly into the center of the magic circle. The moment he stood still, the dark green light instantly swallowed up the figure.

He narrowed his eyes coldly.

His body lost weight suddenly, and when he landed, Pei Chu couldn't stand still, and fell with a slap.

He rubbed his right foot, raised his head and looked around, and took a long time to get up.

The green light disappeared, and there was already a deep and vast space in front of him.

Dark-colored vines intertwine, and the dark green is rich, struggling to emerge from the foggy and dark void.

Several almost transparent chains cling to the vines and come from all directions. With the faint light on the chains, Pei Chu saw the person in the center of the restraint.

He should be a young man with downcast eyes, long luxuriant hair, and cold pale skin.

His body was covered with a light mist, only the wrists and ankles imprisoned by the chains were exposed, and there were dark red complicated spells all over them.

Pei Chu stared blankly.

"...Are you the tree of life?" he asked in a low voice.

The man seemed to have never heard of it, and the mist lingered.

Pei Chu tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then walked closer, and after a while, said softly, "You look very sad."

The thick fog buried the soft echoes and the sound of the wind, lingering in silence.

The man remained motionless, with his eyes closed and his long eyelashes thick.

Pei Chuyuan's round eyes stayed on his face for a long time, and suddenly he whispered with emotion: "You are so pretty."

"What's your name? Is it the tree of life?"

The other party was silent, breathing lightly.

Pei Chu looked at him for a while, and was not in a hurry. He turned his head to look, and simply picked a vine and pulled it over, and sat beside him.

He dangled his calf boredly, remained silent for a while, and then said, "The black energy on your body is very heavy, and I can't save you."

The man's black long eyelashes still drooped silently, and a thin mist lingered.

Pei Chu stared at his pale lips and laughed: "You seem very happy?"

The other party still didn't answer.

Pei Chu then bent over and lay down on the vine, getting closer, and he could almost see his eyelashes.

He looked up for a long time with his face propped up, and then sighed regretfully: "You look really good-looking."

The fog seemed a little sluggish.

Pei Chu didn't notice it, and continued to shake his legs, appreciating carefully and praising in a low voice: "Your eyes are so beautiful, your mouth is so beautiful, and your nose is so beautiful, um...you are as beautiful as the colonel..."

He praised people sincerely, paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his head with anticipation and asked with bright eyes: "I like you very much too, do you like me?"

After he finished speaking, the fog suddenly became colder, wrapped in the wind, and was torn and crushed again.

The exposed calf was a little cold, Pei Chu waited for a long time but no one answered, curled his lips boredly, and didn't want to stay any longer.

So he yawned, jumped off the vine with his right foot empty, closed his eyes, moved his lips, and summoned a high-level purification technique under the tree of life.

The moment the golden-white light dissipated, Pei Chu noticed that the dark red restraint on his wrist had deepened a bit, and was stunned for a moment.

"you……"

He felt something in his heart, and the next second he blurted out, a thick green magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet, swallowing up the second half of his sentence.

The moment he disappeared, Pei Chu raised his head subconsciously.

In the depths of the mist, the god seemed to have opened his eyes, and in those extremely cold eyes, the black color flowed coldly.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the secret door of the promenade of the Holy Court.

"It's over." Someone beside me whispered.

Pei Chu came back to his senses and raised his head in a daze: "...Colonel."

Qingxing hummed lightly.

Not knowing if it was his own illusion, Pei Chu saw that his face seemed a little pale.

Qingxing looked away: "The bishop is still waiting for you."

Pei Chu stared into his eyes and whispered, "Oh."

The corridor is quiet, and the footsteps of military boots are light and heavy.

Pei Chu tilted his head and looked at the people beside him. The more he looked, the more he felt that the colonel's eyes were more beautiful, his lips were softer, and his nose bridge was more straight.

He was very happy, followed up, and confessed happily on his own: "Colonel, you are so beautiful, I really like you."

The young colonel froze and looked over.

"What's wrong?" Pei Chu raised his face blankly.

"...It's okay." Qingxing looked away expressionlessly, "Let's go."