After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The golden ball of light is like a metal ball that exploded due to unbearable heat. The dense cracks spread rapidly, and thin and sharp fragments scatter in all directions.

Yan Zhijin closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes too late, the debris had splashed into his eyes and turned into liquid in front of the hot eyeballs.

His body seems to naturally form a layer of soft and indestructible mask that fits the skin. Anything that tries to get close to him will melt into water under the baking of the mask.

He has never felt that his senses are so keen, even with his eyes closed, he can clearly know the direction of the fragments flying.

All actions become slow motion in his perception, and any slight disturbance becomes a grand announcement.

The exhaustion was swept away, the cumbersome information that had been pent up was automatically arranged in neat rows, and the brain was running at a high speed with exceptional clarity, because there was not enough complex information to consume energy, and it was faintly about to explode from the inside.

His body is extraordinarily flexible and light, and he can easily reach the places he used to touch with great effort, as if everything in this world is at his fingertips.

He could feel a powerful force circulating in his body.

He turned around calmly and lazily, wanting to share his joy with Yan Hui.

Yan Hui stood a few steps away from him.

He didn't smile, and his already gloomy eyebrows looked even more gloomy and indifferent at this time.

Visually speaking, this distance is not far at all. People with good eyesight can clearly see the moles on the corners of each other's eyes.

But at that moment, Yan Zhijin felt that there was a bottomless gap between them.

His body became cold all of a sudden, and the power flowing in his body disappeared, replaced by restlessness.

Yan Hui rolled his eyelids, raised the corners of his mouth, put his hands on the railing of the bed, and started playing wall-dong: "Are you okay?"

"……Um."

Yan Zhijin still cared about how he looked alienated just now, and he couldn't get interested in anything he said.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hui took a piece of paper from his hand, read both the front and back, and his tone changed suddenly, "Do you like her?"

It was only then that Yan Zhijin discovered that after the ball of light exploded, what remained in his hand was a photo.

This is a photo of a woman, reclining on a simple chair, wearing a black evening gown with high slits, her fluffy and soft curly hair slipping off her shoulders, her slender legs stretched comfortably, judging from the length of her legs, Should be tall.

A strange pattern was drawn on the photo, which completely covered her face. Even so, one could guess that her face must be breathtakingly beautiful.

Yan Zhijin concentrated on identifying the meaning of that pattern.

Yan Hui frowned even more, and swiped his fingers across the photo a few times.

The original pattern was transformed into a more complex and gorgeous imprint, and the person in the photo also changed into Yan Ji's appearance.

Yan Zhen stuffed the photo into Yan Zhijin's hands contentedly: "Okay."

Yan Zhijin: ...

His familiar feeling came back.

Sure enough, it was still the same rhetoric.

Yan Zhijin rubbed the photo and asked, "Who is she?"

"I don't know." Yan Hui entered a state of high alert, "Are you very interested in her?"

There is no way to say this.

But Yan Zhijin heaved a sigh of relief.

He's probably used to Yan Hui's petty personality, and he would rather continue like this than see him look alienated and unfamiliar.

"Who is she, you will know later. But you'd better stay away from her." Yan Hui put the photo in his pocket, held his hand, and said solemnly, "She will lie to you the most. Omega."

"Is it an alpha?" Yan Zhijin asked.

"I don't know, it should be." Yan Hui said in a bad tone.

That's right, Yan Hui can change his gender at will, so the person in the photo should be too.

Thinking of this, he felt a little lost.

When Yan Hui was alone before, this feeling was not obvious, but now that he met other equally powerful creatures, he suddenly realized how small he was.

This kind of insignificance is not relative to an irresistible force, but he suddenly realized so clearly that there are many higher creatures like Yan Bo.

They have the same strong fighting ability and the same rich knowledge, and they can understand each other's meaning without too much explanation.

They are of the same kind, and only of the same kind can there be such a saying as matching.

And he is an ant who can only look up to them.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Hui stroked the back of his hand and said, "Your hand is a bit cold."

"It's nothing." Yan Zhijin put his hands back into his pockets, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I was thinking why she appeared here, is this a gift she gave to her believers, or a tribute made by her believers. She wants to do it for her If the believer achieves his wish, he should completely regard him as his own minion to accomplish his purpose."

Yan Hui lowered his eyelids, thought for a while, and suddenly let out a muffled groan, pressing heavily on him.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhijin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly supported him.

"I'm injured, I can't walk." Yan Hui tremblingly raised one arm, then dropped it weakly.

Yan Zhijin saw his sleeves torn by nails and the criss-cross scratches on his arms through the moonlight.

His skin was so pale that it made the scars look bad.

The deepest scratches had scratched the skin, and the bright red flesh was slightly turned outwards, and above these scratches were covered with other small scratches.

Before the wound had healed, it was scratched again, repeatedly, and blood was everywhere.

"Can't you heal yourself?" Yan Zhijin's hand holding his arm kept shaking, and even his voice was not as calm as usual.

He didn't expect that he had used so much strength just now.

He looked around, trying to find some first-aid medicine, but he was speechless by the messy tabletop.

Yan Hui said weakly: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while. But let me rely on it now."

"Yeah." Yan Zhijin straightened his back so that he could put his weight on it with confidence.

Yan Hui looked thin, after all, he was an adult male taller than him.It took Yan Zhijin a lot of effort not to bow his back.

He tried his best to stand up straight so that Yan Hui could lean on him more stably.

Yan Hui lay on his back for a while, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "Actually, I have a way to get better faster."

Yan Zhijin tilted his head and exposed his ears.

"Kiss me, and it won't hurt anymore." Yan Hui said slyly.

"...You're dreaming." Yan Zhijin sneered.

But his face turned red.

"Don't think about other alphas anymore." Yan Hui rubbed his shoulders, buried his face in the back of his neck, took a deep breath, his tone obviously suppressed the turbulent emotions, "I can do anything she can do Do it. Because the first time I saw it was very fresh, so I have been thinking about her?"

"I didn't think about her." Yan Zhijin pursed his lips.

"You just asked so many questions about her," Yan Hui repeated one by one, a little aggressively, "You have been absent-minded since you saw her picture."

Before Yan Zhijin could explain, he laughed to himself again, with blood in his smile: "But it doesn't matter, as long as she doesn't appear in front of you again."

Yan Zhijin simply didn't know how to evaluate his simple and rude handling.

I don't know if it was because of his nonsense that Yan Zhijin didn't have the energy to think about it, but he felt better all of a sudden.

Even if he can never reach the height of Yan Hui, there is nothing to be sad about.

All creatures are born equal, and it is enough for him to pursue what he wants within his ability.

"Really?" He asked indifferently, grabbed Yan Hui's wrist, and twisted it back.

"Huh!" Yan Hui was thrown to the ground by him without any defense, this time it was really hurt to the point of lowing.

"Okay, just walk by yourself. If you have time to talk about the mess, it's better to go back and treat the wound earlier." Yan Zhijin looked down at him condescendingly.

Yan Hui stood up unsteadily, and his wounded arms dangled in the moonlight.

Yan Zhijin turned his face away, stretched out his hand uncomfortably, and asked him to support him: "Let's go."

Yan Hui quietly took his hand and shifted the weight of his body to him a little bit.

"Hush-hush-"

They walked two steps, and suddenly the sound of snakes spitting out letters came from their ears again. In the silence of the night, they kept stimulating their tense nerves.

It wasn't on the stereo, and it had nothing to do with the woman in the photo.

In a corner of this room, there is a real poisonous snake hidden, licking its sharp fangs.

There was a click of the door lock, and the door slowly opened inward amidst a long creak.

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