After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

"Get out!" He Chan blocked the door, scowling at César and Hill who kept asking him to open the door with a black face.

"Did you hear, he told you to leave." Outside the door, Hill glanced at César and said.

César didn't hold back as usual this time, but instead asked him, "How do you know he's talking about me, not you?"

Seeing this, Hill's eyes darkened, and he sneered, "What? Finally revealed your hypocritical face?"

César didn't say a word, and for the first time on his face as gentle as jade, it made people feel the chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking up again, those deep blue eyes seemed to contain boundless silence and indifference.

At this moment, he was like a god on high, with a warm smile of pity on his face, but without any warmth.

For him like this, Hill grinned at the corner of his mouth, eyes similar to Cesar's, filled with his undisguised malice, pride and arrogance.

"You are finally willing to have a good talk with me." Hill licked the corner of his mouth. On his sickly white face, the red lips were particularly conspicuous. The delicate eyebrows and eyes were like a demon that sucked the essence of people.

"He, I want it, and the rest, you can do whatever you want." César said his final decision, and this time the tone was not a discussion, but an order.

Hill's expression paused slightly, suppressing the strangeness in his heart, he clapped his hands suddenly, giggled and said, "Okay! As expected of my lord god, be ruthless, more ruthless than anyone else."

"Guarding those stupid human beings for thousands of years, throwing away as soon as you say it. Alas——you should have done this a long time ago."

César gave him a sideways glance, pushed him away, and walked in through the door.

Hill's fingers clenched tightly, and the smile on his face gradually faded until it disappeared.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to get out? Bastard, Mad, don't take off my clothes."

"Chanchan helped me just now, and I want to help Chanchan too."

"Aww - take it easy, take it easy."

"Bang!" When Xier Bai's almost transparent face heard the voice that reached his ears from inside, it was overwhelmed with haze, which made his feet seem to have taken root, and he couldn't move.

When the ambiguous sound of water was accompanied by He Chan's uncontrollable sobs, Hill's breathing instantly became rapid and heavy. His face was as white as a ghost, and with his weak body, it seemed that he could fall down at any time. .

Unbearable, the hand that had already been clenched into a fist was hammered on the wall behind him.

"Made!" Hill yelled angrily, stretched out his foot and kicked the corner of the wall, not knowing whether he was venting his dissatisfaction or unwillingness, he raised a vicious voice, "Are you inviting me for such a big commotion?"

He thought, what he said, if the two people in the room were ashamed, they would not continue, who knows...

Hill looked at the enchantment that César set up with a dark face, and his face turned black and white, and then white and black.

Finally, with a "poof—" he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Grass!" Hill wiped the blood from his mouth, and kicked the corner of the wall twice again regardless of his weak body.

"Made, Made!" Why do I feel so uncomfortable.

Hill's eyes were red, and he punched the wall.

A moment later, he had a blank face, with a pair of bloody hands hanging down, and the shadows in his eyes were like weeds, crazily growing out.

This in itself was part of his plan.

Now that the world has changed dramatically, this is his chance to get rid of him.

As long as the time comes and he can use the last value of those ants, he will be able to have his own body, and he won't have to be trapped in this already riddled body, enduring the backlash and torture that he shouldn't have to endure.

However, he really didn't expect that a mere He Chan could have such a big influence on him, including himself...

Hill's face changed suddenly, as if he couldn't bear the blow of real emotion, his body shook slightly.

No... He has worked hard for so long, and this is the day he has been waiting for.

Now, he finally promised himself that he would cut off the last ties with this body. How could he... How could he hold back and try to go back!

Hill moved with heavy steps and walked forward slowly.The joy at the beginning and the elation of the anti-general César's army had already become a joke when he discovered his hidden unwillingness.

inside the room.

Sensing that he was walking away, César, whose eyes were dual-purpose, had dim eyes, but before he could make a sad choice for Hill, a familiar hand pressed against his head and twitched violently.

Taking time to look at He Chan, he can no longer leave his sight. As for the Hill, the decision, fuck it, how can the scenery in front of you be more important and beautiful?

When He Chan saw César coming in again, he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, He Chan couldn't help sobbing when he was pushed down on the bed by César and his vitals were attacked.

It's just that when he saw César's god-like face leaning under him, he had to admit that He Chan was moved.

He was half-pushed, half-confused, and when he woke up the next day, he was still at a loss as if he had been kicked out of the shelves.

"woke up?"

César held a bowl of porridge in his hand. Seeing him open his eyes, he quickly stepped forward to help him carefully, but He Chan sat up quickly by himself.

Suddenly, he didn't pay attention to He Chan behind him, his face twitched in pain.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it, I won't do it next time."

He Chan stared at him, and said coldly, "Do you still want to have a next time?"

César remained silent, but his expression told He Chan, "Hey, I really have a next time."

He Chan froze, only to feel that a certain flower behind him hurt even more.

This guy doesn't know how to restrain himself, and his avatar doesn't have the resilience of the succubus avatar, and he doesn't have Ji Wuchang to restrain him, so he felt bleeding several times behind him, shit!

Moreover, his thing is not as big as usual, and he panicked several times.

"Are you hungry? Eat something." César held the bowl at a loss, handed it to He Chan's mouth, and flattered him, "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

He Chan: ...

"Pfft...cough." He just took a sip of the porridge, but he spit it out in shock, and quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, you don't need to be responsible."

Cecil looked at him puzzled.

"It's really unnecessary. We were evened last night. Friends should help each other."

He Chan didn't want him to be responsible, otherwise, anyone who wanted him to be responsible would be able to play mahjong.

"You think last night was just mutual help among friends?" César frowned, his long and narrow eyes full of disapproval.

"Otherwise?" He Chan tried his best to look calm and indifferent, "I don't like you, last night was just an accident."

"It's not an accident."

He Chan looked at the man who suddenly stood up in amazement.

César was tall, and people in the Western Regions generally looked taller than those in the Eastern Regions.

It's just that César looks taller than ordinary people. He is almost two meters tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, and a wasp waist.

As He Chan who was lucky enough to spend a night with him, he is the best proof of how good his figure is.

cough!

He Chan, who realized that his thoughts had wandered away, brought his attention back.

Before he asked what César meant.

César possessed himself, casting a shadow over He Chan's head, and said earnestly with the inherent pressure, "Although I have no friends, I don't think there is any friend who can do this kind of thing to you."

Saying so, César took advantage of the fact that He Chan hadn't got any clothes on, and attached himself to the pit of his neck and kissed him.

"Yes, bed friend." Commonly known as bed partner!

He Chan said excitedly, and shrank his head by the way.

bed friend?

César pondered, seemingly really thinking about his words.

He Chan seemed to be aware of his hesitation, and added again: "The kind that only talks about love, not love."

Don't love me, no result.

Master is not someone you can love if you want to, so let me go and let yourself go.

He Chan prayed frantically in his heart.

Don't say it, César was moved.It seems that this kind of irresponsible behavior of eating people seems to be more suitable for him. After all, his love for He Chan started with appetite and ended with lust. no difference.

What's more, his current interest in him is only physical. It seems that the kind of getting along that He Chan said is more suitable for them.

So, César, who thought for a moment, nodded steadily, "Yes."

Seeing his reluctant look, He Chan twitched his face.

Fortunately, I finally made sense of him, so I don't have to worry about the love debt I left behind after completing the mission and leaving.

Speaking of the task, He Chan leaned sideways on the pillow, motioned for César to feed himself a sip of porridge, looked around, and asked him, "Where's Hill?"

Why did the Hill who used to like to follow them every day, sneer at him from time to time, and like to be angry with him disappear?

Hearing him ask Hill, César's expression changed slightly, and he said calmly: "He left, and he will never appear in front of us again."

"What!" He Chan sat up in shock, and then lay back grinning, "Made."

This time, he didn't care about wasting anymore, he stretched out his hand to condense a ball of light, and patted himself.

Soon, He Chan got out of bed alive and kicking.

Seeing this scene, César's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Where did he go?" He Chan looked at César and asked closely.

"He went back." César didn't want to say more about Hill, and immediately added, "He went where he should go."

"Where should I go? What kind of charades are you two playing?" He Chan brushed his hair irritably.

These days, he has noticed that César and Hill are not fighting against each other as he thought. On the contrary, they have a tacit understanding, as if they are one person.

At the same time, the two of them have a secret, and this secret is a stumbling block between them that causes them to 'split'. He Chan has always wanted to know, but every time, they will be diverted by them with various reasons.

"He wanted to leave me completely, and I agreed." César didn't hide anything this time, and told him directly, "You should be able to see that although he occupies my body, he is a split soul after all. , not me, so the fit with the body is not enough."

"Secondly, over the years, that body has been absorbing the negative energy of the Western Regions. It has long been overwhelmed and may collapse at any time. That's why he is so weak."

"To solve this problem, he has only two ways to go."

Sizer paused for two seconds, and then said: "One, abandon that body, and fuse with me as the main body; two, reshape a body based on a lot of negative energy."

"After being separated from me for so many years, he already has his own ideas, so he will not choose the first path."

"As for the second way, I need to cut off the last link between me and that body before he can continue."

"Originally I disagreed, because the second way contradicted my persistent insistence. But for you..." César looked at He Chan, deep in his pale pupils, the darkness was fleeting, "I Willing to give up on them and fulfill myself.”

When a god has selfishness, he is no longer the god of all.

Even if his body and soul fell into darkness before, César couldn't make him give up his persistence. Now, for a person, he feels that giving up is nothing. Even after saying this sentence, he feels an indescribable relief.

Perhaps, as Hill said, he is actually just a hypocritical ordinary person.