God said he likes you

Harish's eyes were black, and he staggered forward up the mountain. If he hadn't been pulled by the thin rope around his waist, his strength would have been exhausted.

It was not a long distance, but they spent a day and a night marching. The indirect avalanche made everyone exhausted. Only the person at the front of the team kept moving forward.

The broken part of Shen Shinian's calf has been repaired, and he no longer needs crutches, but his speed has not accelerated, because every step is extremely difficult in this increasingly bad weather.

The blizzard was getting stronger, and Harish fell to the ground again. Someone pulled him, but he had no strength at all. He could only sit on his knees in the snow and shake his head silently.

He will die here.

Harish is filled with great fear. He misses the warmth of the couch at home so much that his puppy will rest his head on his lap and, if he's in the mood, even give the puppy a bite of Aunt Ruth's pizza.

But what he doesn't know is that ten hours ago, his puppy died of radiation, and now Aunt Ruth is lying in bed saying goodbye to her children, and he himself is affected by this group of people only escaped unharmed.

If he falls behind now, the invisible god of death will kill him before he is frozen to death by the cold wind.

"Stop and rest." Raymond ordered.

One team member looked ahead, worried: "He didn't stop...we might lose our way."

"Three ten minutes," Raymond said, "we can catch him."

Having said that, no one stood up to object. Not only was Harish unable to move on, but everyone else was also in poor condition and desperately needed rest.

Everyone sat in a group, huddled together to keep warm, and the girl was placed in the middle. She actually woke up once last night, but she fell into a coma again because her body was too weak.Fortunately, she is small and thin, and the team members can barely afford it. If it was Harish, she would have been abandoned in the snow long ago.

The hunters in Valhalla are not philanthropists, they always stand in the power field of the majority, and the task is often the most important.

Harish was so desperate that he wept: "I can't go on...Let me stay here, I really have no strength at all."

Raymond looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a corpse.He had already saved the young man's life, and he needed to go every step of the way, because no one could help him in this situation.

Hunters all have their own missions. Compared with the fate of all mankind, his life alone is too insignificant.

"How old are you?" Raymond asked suddenly.

Harish's brain was very slow, and it took a while to give the answer: "...24."

"That person just now," Lei Meng said, pointing in the direction where Shen Shinian disappeared, "this year is just 20 years old, and his birthday is one month away... How did you celebrate your last birthday?"

"At home..." Harish struggled to remember, "with my parents and my puppy...his name was Danny."

Raymond said in a deep voice: "He spent his last birthday in North Africa. His prey wanted to take advantage of the hot environment to consume him, but he was walking in the desert with a temperature of [-] degrees. After killing the prey, he killed himself. Buried in the sand. At night I found him by positioning and dug him out of the sand."

Harish listened in a daze. He felt that he was listening to an untrue story. What Africa, what desert, what high temperature, they were all very simple words, but he couldn't understand them.

Can a 20-year-old really do this?

"I gave him a simple birthday on the helicopter. The cake was bought in a small town in Morocco, and the cream had already heated up. He listened to me singing the birthday song while he was infusing fluids, and he didn't close his eyes until he finished listening. Raymond paused, and continued, "He has always been a strong and polite child. I hope I can give him a normal and complete birthday this year. I bought him a gift two months ago..."

Raymond's voice also became choked up. It's hard to imagine that a burly man like him who should appear in an American hero movie would make a gesture to wipe his tears. The hunters were all stunned, no one dared to say a word, they could only watch Watching their captain cover his face and cry in the cold wind.

There is too much helplessness in this world. For a hero, crying in front of so many people is more unbearable than bleeding, but if the emotions are piled up to the extreme, this is the only way to get the most real catharsis.

What's even more rare is that Raymond's tears were not for himself, but for a "traitor".

Raymond stared into Harish's eyes, pressed his shoulders, his eyes were red, and said hoarsely: "You can't die, you can't give up, you still have family waiting for you to go home...but we have nothing. "

He knew very well that Shen Shinian would make the choice of betrayal, because for this lonely boy, before he met that person, his life was so barren that he had nothing.

After walking alone for an unknown amount of time, Shen Shinian finally approached the top of the mountain. It was the center of the snowstorm. The strong wind over level [-] was enough to tear his body to shreds. He fixed his joints firmly with metal, leaving only his knees and thighs free Activity.

The rest of the metallization turned into spikes piercing through the snow, catching rock formations that hadn't seen sunlight for tens of thousands of years. Only in this way could he not be overturned by the strong wind.

In the face of the wrath of the gods, this is already the limit of what human beings can do. Like a pilgrim monk, he approaches the holy place in his heart step by step, because only in this way can he get closer to his god.

Faith will move mountains to open.

With a willpower beyond the imagination of ordinary people, with absolute piety and enthusiasm, he finally came to the end of the cloud and the wind and snow.

The gods stood in front of him, aloof, looking down on everything in the world including him.

Under such a difficult situation, Shen Shinian still accelerated his speed. He seemed to hear the sound of his own bones breaking amidst the roar of monsters, but this did not stop him from moving forward.

At this moment, all the pain is buried.

There is only one voice left in the world.

"Gu Yan..." He shouted intermittently, "Gu Yan... Gu Yan..."

The god stared at him indifferently, his voice was shattered in the air, and when it was passed on, there was only a weak cry from his body.

Humanity?

Weak humans.God thought.

He remained motionless, calmly watching the humans approaching him bit by bit.

He doesn't feel threatened, he doesn't feel insulted, and he doesn't care about the purpose of humans approaching him.

Until humans came to him and stretched out their hands towards him.

Such a weak human actually wanted to touch him.

He is the center of the turbulent flow of elements, his whole body is covered by high-energy particles, and things that come into contact with him have only one ending.

There is still a glimmer of life for moths fighting the fire, but human beings will only be wiped out if they get close to the sun.

The man's fingertips stopped ten centimeters away from him, and the knuckles were flattened in the blink of an eye. The extremely destructive particles did not intend to just warn, but clung to his fingers, trying to make his entire body Everyone gets involved.

But human beings don't care about these, he stares at the gods, and the whole universe seems to be included in his eyes.

"... Gu Yan."

The god finally heard his voice clearly.

"You haven't listened to me yet." He took another step closer to the god, and one arm was completely involved in the turbulent flow of elements. If that arm still existed, it would already be stroking the god's face at this moment.

"Before I met you, I always thought that people live to die, whether it is beliefs or ideals, they are all for death," said the human being, "until you let me understand that people actually live to live, and I want to live , live with you."

During the live broadcast of his narration, the gods never changed their expressions.

Human beings are eloquent, he has always been silent, but this time he seems to want to finish his life: "So my answer is, I won't, even if this world doesn't have me, I hope you can live .”

madness.

God finally frowned and raised his chin. Before he could speak, something warm was stuck to his chest.

This weak and stupid human hugged him tightly, and the god's eyes showed a moment of panic, but soon he found that the other party was not shredded by high-energy particles.

The needle tube fell to the ground, and some light red liquid remained inside.

His body was instantly strengthened, not only could he maintain stability in the turbulent flow of elements, but the previously severed arm also grew back.

The energy that originally spread around had a new target to vent, and it was poured on him almost at the same time, driving this "blasphemy" human like crazy.

But his arms are so powerful, his body is so tough, he is like a lock fixed on God, and no one can separate him from God.

Not even death!

Even the gods were shocked by his behavior, frowning and asked: "Are you crazy?"

"ichliebe..." Shen Shinian stopped in the middle of speaking, he changed his language and said firmly, "I love you."

"let go."

"I love you."

"...You don't want to die?"

"I love you."

"..."

He kept repeating this sentence, his expression was as calm and calm as ever, he was not talking about love, but was declaring an important oath, which would not make people feel the slightest bit of numbness, because there was only sadness and affection in his eyes.

The god suddenly pushed him away, and the powerful force directly lifted him tens of meters away, and the energy that lost its direction began to spread to the surroundings again, a thunder flashed in the sky, and the blizzard was more violent than before.

Shen Shinian stood up and rushed towards him again without hesitation. After injecting Naglfar, his strength was greatly enhanced, because this kind of thing was originally prepared for gods, and anyone who injected it would become a sacrifice of gods. Possess the ability to compete with God.

But in any case, a sacrifice is a sacrifice, and it will never be able to match the power of a god. Even a terrifying existence like Shi Yiren will still be easily killed by a god.

Will and desperation alone are not enough.

In the increasingly powerful snowstorm, the ground began to vibrate again, and the fragile mountaintop finally could not withstand such a powerful force. The snow collapsed together with the rock formations, and they lost their foothold. Shen Shinian caught God again at the last moment. corner of the clothes.

Not only this mountain, but the entire mountain range seemed to be slashed wildly by a giant's axe. The two were pulled by gravity, and the sky was spinning.

The author has something to say: this autistic monster like Niannian finally confessed, and the old mother shed tears