Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The reason is that you don't know it yourself. "

"Oh?" Olin stuffed the meat into his mouth, "Don't you think I'm hiding something?"

Karas himself took a piece of delicious meat: "You never take fate lightly."

Orin wiped his hands, not sure if he was full or lost his appetite after hearing this topic.

He looked at the rain and said softly, "Oh, fate... Whether she respects her or dislikes her, she has her own plans."

"Well, she is always kind to you."

"If you understand compassion that way..." Olin smiled wryly.

Surprise flashed across Karas' face: "I thought you liked your life now."

"Of course I like it. I have food and clothing, a place to sleep, and you. I am very satisfied with this kind of life, but I think... I shouldn't go out. When I went out, I encountered an accident."

Callas patted his chest, and his fluffy golden hair even trembled: "I was scared to death, I thought you didn't like it...and you can do more things."

"How could it be? I can't imagine myself not liking you..." Olin raised his chin, "Ah... Maybe fate intended to let me stay here and never leave? If you interpret it this way, it is really compassionate. "

Having said that, Olin still felt a little subtle.

During the year, Callas invited Olin to leave the temple more than once. The destination was sometimes a library, sometimes a scenic spot for an outing, or a gathering of magicians. However, Olin did not step out of the temple for a year.

After a certain invitation failed, Callas said to Olin angrily: "You are like a drowning man grabbing the last plank of the ship, even if you are facing the giant ocean-going ship and the vast stars."

"What do you know..." Olin retorted, "I just chose the present moment in a distant time and space. As long as I want to go out, I can do it anytime and anywhere."

Callas did not order Orin to go out according to the rules of gods and priests, but let him stay in the temple for a year.

"What did you think when you stepped out of the temple?" Callas asked.

"No idea, just as usual."

"Really? You haven't left the Temple of Time and Space in Rose Castle for a year."

Olin smiled smugly: "Although it is not a meritorious service, I built this city. I am not interested in past works, so no matter where I am in Rose Castle, I will not feel novelty."

"What you stepped out of is not the temple, but the cage in your heart, but the cage is not locked."

"Hmph, what kind of cage is a cage without a lock?"

Callas pinched Olin's face: "A cage without a lock, isn't that just a cat's nest?"

"Cat litter..."

Orin lowered his eyes, lost in memory.

186. Chapter 186

Olin remembered that he once said to Callas the black-faced cat: "I made a cat litter, but I don't think it's suitable for you to use."

Callas the black-faced cat heard that there was a gift, so he jumped on Olin's shoulder and kissed him: "This news makes me happier than anything else. When will I be able to live in the den?"

Olin hesitated. "Maybe it's not for you."

"I'm a cat, why don't I fit in the nest?"

Olin sighed: "You are the black-faced cat who wrote the magic book of cats and cats, you should appear in the hall of magicians and sit on the seat of the best magician, instead of lying in the cat's nest in the royal room. "

"But I don't want to appear in the hall of magicians."

"Ok?"

Callas the black-faced cat bit Orin's ear: "I came here to be with you, not to be a magician."

"But..." Olin hesitated, "I always think the cat's nest will be your cage..."

Callas the black-faced cat jumped on Olin's chest and rubbed his chin with his meat pad: "That's what I want to go in myself. Besides, there is no lock for the cat's nest. If I want to come out, I can come out at any time."

Callas, the black-faced cat, only uses the cat litter when Olin receives guests to show his status as the owner of the territory.In private, it sleeps next to Orin's pillow.

"Why did you stay in the temple, and why did you go out?" Karas pinched Olin's face again.

"I don't understand..." Olin turned his face away, he didn't like to be intimate when he was thinking, "Why did I stay in the temple, and why did I go out."

Karas hugged Orin: "You stayed here for me, and you also stepped out of here for me. It's like the black-faced cat sleeps in the cat's nest for love, and then comes out of the cat's nest and goes to bed because of love. "

Olin frowned, as if he didn't understand the metaphor.Karas didn't get a response, and felt a little lost.

The rain is getting louder.

Orin turned up the basket. There were still some loaves of bread in the basket, and he chewed.The bread is baked with sugar and butter, and it is fragrant and sweet.

"It's delicious, don't you want to eat it?" Olin asked Callas.

Callas shook his head: "Here, not yet."

The hall of the temple is no more than the bed of the bedroom. Karas exists here as the god of time and space.

The gods have their own manners.Orin understood this, and turned around to eat the bread himself.

The loss in Karas' heart gradually cracked, and even his voice dried up: "Let's continue discussing this matter."

"Hmm..." Olin snorted, as if he was not the person involved, but a consultant who stayed out of the matter.

Callas suppressed the unhappiness in his heart: "Let's start with the oracle. How many oracles do you have before reaching Caldyran?"

Orin continued to nibble on his bread, the worst faux pas in this temple.

"There are many, but the only thing left is that one express."

More disappointment rose in Karas' heart. He didn't think Orin would neglect to preserve the oracle.This suspicion made Callas feel like he was thinking wildly.

"It has nothing to do with the teacher's oracle, there is no need to read the oracle..." Olin said casually, "This matter started because of me, and I will end it. There will be no war among the gods."

"What are you going to do?" Callas asked.

Olin pondered for a moment: "I will clean up those who pursue this matter and try to start a war, whether they are humans or gods, but before that, I need to seek the consent of a certain two."

Callas understood that "cleaning up" meant killing everything.Ellowyn has always been a country ruled by the royal family. To them, the gods are just mysterious officials at this time.

Ain is the monarch who appoints the gods, fate is tired of the command of the gods, and Olin is the bridge between the two, so the relationship is delicate.

"However, with you, there are three, haha..." Olin suddenly laughed, "After all, I have nothing to do with you now. If the gods in the entire palace are cleared, who will handle the affairs in various fields? These all need to be discussed in advance.”

"You, don't think so much..." Karas frowned, he felt his face had become a fig cut, "Now you are my priest, if anyone wants to harm you, what does that mean?"

Olin's smile became strange, it could be called malicious, even mixed with horror.

He bit off the bread and continued: "Hitting me means losing your face? Haha, the cute black-faced cat has become bureaucratic!"

"You're getting annoying."

Karas sighed, a cyan light flashed between them, the bread slipped from Olin's hand and fell lightly back into the basket.

There was a little surprise on Orin's face, perhaps the first time he felt that Karas was angry with him.

The spoiled lover is overwhelmed.

But Olin quickly reacted and quickly replied: "I won't go to see Ain, the decision is up to you."

This perfunctory politician-style answer made Karas even more angry. He hugged Olin. Olin was as strong as a knight now, and Karas was only of a simple, medium build, so this hug did not express anger at all. The meaning is like acting like a baby.

But the energy contained in this blow is real: the temple swayed as if it had been shaken by an earthquake.

"Can't you understand my mood?" Callas gripped Orin's collar tightly.

A little blankness flashed across Olin's face, followed by an apology: "I don't have your cat litter, all I have is a shelter. I can't understand that you choose to enter the cat litter, just like you can't understand that I hate what I was born with .”

Callas let go, and he suddenly realized that he had been trying to understand his lover, but only now realized that he also needed to be understood.

This dislocation makes their relationship like overnight tea, which seems to have a beautiful aftertaste, but in fact it can no longer be drunk.

Suddenly, Karas had a negative thought in his mind: Olin had just encountered danger, and with the urgent warning from the lady in the blue skirt, his thoughts were not on personal affairs. Is it inappropriate to raise this matter now?

While thinking, Olin rubbed Callas's face, gently and considerately, very much like Callas's usual technique.

"You understand now, it's not easy to be a god... If you are willing to let go of your face and create a farce. We can leave Ellowyn now."

Olin is an expert at bad ideas.Callas was sure of that.His attention was also miraculously drawn away.

"How?" Callas asked.

Olin put his arms around Karas: "Leave the double image magic here..."

Before Orin could finish speaking, Karas' shadow appeared from the corner of the temple, and he dug out the bread that Orin hadn't eaten from the basket and gnawed on it.

Olin saw the shadow eating bread, and his casual expression disappeared, replaced by tenderness and affection. He continued to say to Karas: "If there is no accident, Yalexia or Ain will send someone here soon. By then you