The blood clan boss was sucked blood by the opponent's light god

Like so many previous attempts, Shang Lai approached him step by step, subconsciously raised his hand, trying to wipe away his tears, but all he could touch was air.

He does not really exist here, but only the projection of the deepest desire in his heart.

"Why him?" Shang Lai frowned slightly, thinking seriously.

Heiwu screamed in horror: "I don't know! That's the truth, and I don't know why your desire is cruel..."

The ear-piercing screams stopped abruptly, and a group of golden flames sprang up suddenly. Under the licking of the tongues of fire, the black dirt quickly turned to ashes.

The phantom also disappeared.

There seemed to be a "sorry" in the air.

Shang Lai raised his head and looked at an unknown place on the ceiling, his dark eyes gradually turned into hollow golden, as if he could see through the roof and directly see the Garden of Elysium on the other side of the sky.

He and the gods of the God Realm are not the most original gods of this world.

At the beginning of the birth of the world, there were only two supreme gods.The real names of the gods have long been forgotten, and later generations are only called black gods and white gods.The black god and the white god launched a nearly eternal long struggle. In the end, the black god fell and transformed into countless evil creations, while the white god became the only god.

However, there is no real limitlessness in the world, and the only god has to face the fate of falling.He dissipated his divine power, spread it across the world, gave birth to new gods, and endowed him with his most important divine core—the current God of Light.

With the only god core, he is regarded as the main god of the new generation of gods, but before that, he must pass the test.Therefore, since he became conscious, he has been imprisoned in the Garden of Elysium.

In the garden of bliss, the tree of life grows.It symbolizes the collection of all life forms in this world, and it is also the spokesperson of the will of the world, which even the gods cannot defy.

Every day, he follows the instructions of the tree of life, absorbs the darkness born in this world into his divine core, and purifies it with divine power.Sin and evil continued to flow, and such a trial was undoubtedly an extremely cruel torture for him who was still a half-god.

In the long and endless trials, he could barely stand the test.He kept asking the only god how to be free, but the only god has fallen and it is impossible to give him an answer.

How long did it take, and did he end this trial and become the real Lord God.But strangely, he had no memory of how he passed the trial.No matter how hard he tried to go back to the sea of ​​consciousness, this memory seemed to disappear out of thin air, completely unknown.

It wasn't until that day that he released a ray of spiritual consciousness to detect the heartfelt voice of the tortured father in his long sleep. It was the first time that the sea of ​​consciousness, which had been like an ancient well without waves, was touched for the first time, and even felt pain.

For no reason, he suspected that the irretrievable memory might have something to do with the cruel father, especially when he opened the pendant.Although the soul painting inside was no different from an emoji, his intuition told him that the man might be himself.

Yet it was easily overthrown.

God should not have desires.Even if there is, it shouldn't be cruel to the public.

A month later, in the Happy Bay community.

Today is Xia Mixun's volunteer duty. After cleaning the streets, he was just about to take a nap in bed when the doorbell suddenly rang.

This point...it shouldn't be Lang Ying, right?Lang Ying went out to train newcomers. He recently recruited a new assistant, a fledgling female college student, hardworking and willing to work.

Xia Mixun turned over, not wanting to move.

The doorbell rang persistently, with regularity.

"It's so annoying!" Xia Mixun walked over with bare feet, "Who is it?"

"I."

Seeing Xia Mixun's attire, Shang Lai's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

Loose white vest, striped shorts, and waving a cattail fan, he looks like an old man enjoying the shade at the entrance of the village.

Glancing at the imported fruit in his hand, Shang Lai felt that he had come to the nursing home to give condolences.

"Why did you come here suddenly?" "Old Man" put one hand on the door frame, and didn't intend to let him in.

"I called you several times in advance." Shang Lai said, "You didn't answer."

Xia Mixun: "I guess the deity is busy at that moment."

Shang Lai asked, "Then are you busy now?"

Xia Mixun said confidently, "Of course, the deity is going to take a nap, otherwise I will lose energy at night."

Shang Lai: "..."

Xia Mixun: "And the deity said, don't get close to the deity in the future."

"You still owe me something." Shang Lai smiled politely, "Thank you."

Xia Mixun was startled, "But Lang Ying isn't here."

Shang Lai: "..."

It seems that when Master Yuyaogong said "the deity cooks himself", he meant "the deity personally asked Lang Ying to cook".

"Okay, come in." For the sake of the fruit, Xia Mixun let it go.

The first bedroom is very small, but Shang Lai is tall and straight. Once people come in, the room becomes even more cramped.Looking up at Xia Mixun's back, he was kneeling on the ground packing the folding bed.The spring of the folding bed was obviously not working well, and he kept fighting with him, and he was so annoyed that he kicked hard before he was willing to obey.

"You sleep here?" Shang Lai asked.

Xia Mixun pointed his finger, "I sleep on this side, Lang Ying sleeps on the other." Seeing Shang Lai's face suddenly not looking good, he thought that this guy must have disliked the shabby place, and then thought bitterly and sweetly of the lost territory And the castle, the whole person suddenly fainted.

Self esteem hurts.

After roughly setting up the small table, Xia Mixun pushed Shang Lai to sit aside, "Wait." He walked quickly to the kitchen.

Shang Lai turned his head, "Don't you cook without an apron?"

"It's not that troublesome." In the blink of an eye, Xia Mixun came back, holding two packages of things in his hand, "Cracky noodles, you can eat them right away."

Shang Lai feels more and more that the current direction is completely different from what he expected.

Xia Mixun tore off the powder packet and poured it into the bag, crushed it, and shook it vigorously for ten seconds with a solemn expression, "Look at it." He raised his head and swallowed it boldly, his cheeks bulging Like a hamster eating, it started chewing.

"Eat, you're welcome." He raised his chin at Shang Lai.

So Shang Lai held the crispy noodles and gnawed slowly.Live up to its name, crispy noodles are dry, crispy and salty.Looking down at the trademark, there are three big characters: small, complete, and able.

Shang Lai: "..."

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Xia Mixun propped his arms on the small table, staring straight at him with bright eyes.

Shang Lai: "It's delicious."

"The delicious food is gone. These two packs are the last war food in the deity's family." Xia Mixun propped his disheveled head on his arms regretfully.

His hair has grown a lot, thick and silvery, like snow.Eyebrows are also like snow, and the exposed arms, shoulders and neck are also blindingly white.The outline of the whole person was filled with a cool and cold light.

Shang Lai couldn't help raising his hand to reach the top of his hair, but retracted it before touching the tip of the hair.At this moment Xia Mixun was sweating, and his hair was cool and damp.

Seemingly unaware of his movements, Xia Mixun raised his eyelids and looked at him inquiringly.

Shang Lai's Adam's apple rolled, "Is there any water?"

Xia Mixun got up and poured out the cold on this special man.

Naturally, he was reluctant to give his little chubby pig water cup to him, but he did have disposable paper cups, which seemed to be piled up with the disposable chopsticks he had snatched at a discount.

"where is it……"

Lang Ying usually cleans up the house, and he knows best where to put it. Xia Mixun didn't dare to rummage around for fear of being nagged by this old lady.

However, they don't use these things very often, so they put them on the top shelf of the cabinet if they want to.So Xia Mixun stood on tiptoe, straightened his claws and went to dig out——

"Crap."

A heavy book hit him hard on the head.

"What is this...?"

Xia Mixun rubbed his forehead and picked it up. The picture book is not like a picture book, and the magazine is not like a magazine. The hardcover cover is quite beautiful, and there is a line of golden gothic characters printed on it: Fallen Altar ~ Love, Desire and Sin Rondo ~

"Wow, cool!" Xia Mixun's eyes lit up, that fellow Ling Ying is so bad, he secretly hid such a handsome and compelling storybook!It's the painting on the cover, why...how...how weird! ! !

nnd, the vampire tied to the cross seems to be himself!

Shame, absolute shame!This is an insult to him for torturing Gonghong Guoguo!How could he be subdued by a mere priest... What the hell? !

Xia Mixun rubbed his eyes, the priest who was flaunting his might to the vampire seemed to be a bit like... ah bah, just like Shang Lai!

What the hell is this!Why would Ling Ying hide such a thing!

Xia Mixun got angry, the chat room opened, Aite killed him!

Xia Mixun: Prosperity, democracy, civilization, and harmony?

Yingying: the value target at the national level.

Xia Mixun: What are freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law?

Ying Ying: The value orientation at the social level.

Xia Mixun: You win!

Ying Ying: The minister is here.

Xia Mixun: Tell me honestly, what the hell are you hiding on top of the cupboard?

Ling Ying: Boss, Boss, please listen to my explanation!That book was not mine, it was forced over by my newly recruited assistant, who said she was preaching.You know that I am reluctant to lose things, so... that's it!You don't know, it's hard to find a copy of this book now, and the last time Xianyu changed hands, someone took it for a high price of 800 yuan.

Xia Mixun's mind was stuck: It's hard to find a book...? ? ?Do so many people want to see this deity subdued by Shang Lai?

Ling Ying: ... In a sense, yes.

Xia Mixun was a little hurt: why?Do they all hate the deity?

Lang Ying: No, no, it's too late for them to like you.

Xia Mixun: This deity does not understand.

Lang Ying hoped with all his heart that the boss would never understand.

Lang Ying: In short, this is not a good thing, please don't open it!

But Xia Mixun has already opened it.

Behind him came Shang Lai's deep and pleasant voice:

"What are you looking at?"