Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

This is the supreme position of reverence, the blood moon and the earth are all in sight.

Su Jiao said word by word, "You did it on purpose."

"He rushed over by himself and scared me. I didn't mean it. How could Jiaojiao misunderstand me like this?" Yan Lian wiped her tears and said pitifully: "Besides, he did such a thing, Jiaojiao Aren't you angry? Although I made a mistake, why can't it be the lesson that God taught him not to have good eyesight?"

Su Banana: "..."

Su Jiao looked at Liu Hanyi who was not far away. He was covering the wound, blood dripped from his fingers in large swaths, and his panting gradually became short, but the next moment, Su Jiao's eyes were covered with hands.

The world was plunged into darkness, Yan Lian's hands were pressed against his eyelids, and the cold and delicate fingertips unintentionally picked up the small mole on his eyelids.

He heard Yan Lian say with a suppressed voice: "How can you look at him like that, a bad guy like him won't die——What Banana said just now made me feel so sad, why don't you even look at me? .”

Su Jiao's eyelids itch from being touched by him, and she wanted to avoid it, but she couldn't dodge it no matter what, and was made impetuous: "He's a bad guy, what are you?"

Yan Lian blinked: "If Banana thinks it's my fault, then I'll just apologize."

System statement: "He avoided the question."

Su Banana: "."

Yan Lian apologized to Liu Hanyi, who was bleeding all over the ground, with a very resentful, aggrieved tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, who made you rush over suddenly, and scared me."

Liu Han stared at Yan Lian's eyes.

It was completely different from his pitiful and aggrieved tone.

Those were a pair of extremely cold tea-brown eyes, which were obviously full of tears, but they couldn't hide the fierce, hissing murderous intent like a poisonous snake.

Su Jiao thought, once Liu Han could forgive him, he would have seen a ghost.

"Ah, Jiaojiao must think that he won't forgive me, right?" Yan Lian approached Su Jiao, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Then let's make a bet, if he forgives me, you will do it." My boyfriend, okay?"

"If you don't speak, it's your default."

Su Jiao didn't refute. He felt that this was unlikely to happen.

Liu Hanyi's face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit, and he was about to sneer just now.

I saw Yan Lian take out a knife, and the sharp blade was almost touching the neck of the young god.

Liu Hanyi almost stood up, but the severe pain in his knee and the torn wound on his shoulder made him kneel again: "!!"

He was stabbed again on the knee, and he groaned in pain. He raised his eyes and saw that Yan Lian's third knife was still pointing at Su Jiao's throat, but it was closer.

Su Jiao: "What's the sound?"

Yan Lian moved the knife lightly, and said casually: "He tried to stand up but failed, I hope he should stay still, otherwise..."

In the darkness, the staggered light fell on Yan Lian's eyes, but made him even more sinister and cold——

"I'm afraid something bad will happen."

As soon as Liu Han realized, if he yelled, Su Jiao would be alarmed.

Yan Lian might kill the boy in his arms without hesitation.

The edge of the blade was too close, even reflecting Yan Lian's cold crazy eyes: "So... you - you will forgive me."

The boy with tea-brown eyes was full of crazy killing intent. He was wearing snow-white gloves, and the blade pointed at the Adam's apple of the god. He came from hell and turned into a ghost born to kill the god.

Liu Hanyi's expression was very ugly - he wanted to say dare you.

Then I remembered, why dare not?

Yan Lian is different from him, Yan Lian is a real lunatic, he can dissect all his classmates for fun in the natural disaster world without changing his face.

Will gods be killed by mortals?

But Su Banana looked so weak.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Can't bet either.

After a suffocating, unbearable, terrifying silence.

Su Jiao heard Liu Han's hoarse, difficult, almost suppressed voice: "Mmm."

Su Ban: "?!"

Subconsciously, Su Jiao wanted to struggle, but was firmly pressed into Yan Lian's arms. Su Jiao heard Yan Lian's heartbroken voice: "Doesn't it mean that you don't want us to reconcile like this?"

Su Jiao had a hunch that something was wrong, but she couldn't point it out.

"Huh? What does huh mean?" Yan Lian tilted her head and continued to ask Liu Hanyi: "Does it mean forgiveness?"

"laugh".

Another knife.

The blade penetrated into the bone of his hand, and Liu Han trembled in pain.

Yan Lian curled the corners of his lips, obviously not stained with blood, but his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. He opened those cruel and indifferent eyes, and asked, "Does it mean that no matter how many cuts you make, you will forgive me?"

As soon as Liu Han knelt in front of his fragile god, his body was covered in blood and pain, and there seemed to be pain overflowing from his heart in his throat: "Yes."

He stared at the blade on the young man's neck, and his words were pale and filled with hatred: "It means... to forgive."

Yan Lian's blade turned, and the blunt and cold blade brushed against Su Jiao's neck with a slight margin. He wrapped his arms around the beautiful young man in his arms, and said in a gentle and lingering tone: "Listen, he forgives me." .”

"Honey, can you be my boyfriend?"

Just as Su Jiao was about to speak, the bell around her waist suddenly shook violently! !

"Ding--"

At that moment, Su Jiao felt that the power in his body was like a great river flowing against the current, pouring into the soul-inducing bell, piercing and piercing, and the sound of the ringing bell, which he alone heard, almost tore his eardrums.

The soul-inducing bell did not seem to attract Zheng Feng, but instead attracted something extraordinary——

He vaguely heard the system's screams, and the continuous flow of divine power. The hundreds of millions of divine power flowed cleanly like water in a rag bag.

Yan Lian realized that he was wrong and let go of her hand, so Su Jiao saw the hideous and blurred blood all over the ground again.

——Ghosts that can linger around wicked people must be fierce ghosts among fierce ghosts.

In this world, there is probably no one who is more terrifying than Yan Lian.

The next moment, Su Jiao lost consciousness.

Su Banana had a dream.

He was wearing a snow-white star wish, with silver hair and bare feet, standing in front of a distant, somewhat ancient baroque building.

The hazy dark gray mist lingers around this ancient building, and other scenes can't be seen clearly. It seems that there are cascading mountains here, and similar ancient buildings are stacked in it.

Many people wearing pointed hats, pale masks with round noses, and cloaks, holding snow-white bone-toothed wats, entered the heavy iron gate of this majestic building row after row.

Those people didn't notice him, and walked in silently with their heads down.

This is like a silent history that has been forgotten in the record pen.

Su Ban called the system several times, but to no avail.

He tentatively drifted to another place, but the dream seemed to have a boundary, and his divine power was still there, but he couldn't break through this fixed boundary.

After several attempts to no avail.

Helpless, Su Jiao had no choice but to blend in with the group of people with pointed hats, and followed them into this iron-gray Baroque building to observe what was so strange here.

They didn't seem to find it strange that there was a silver-haired god among a group of people in black robes, and they walked forward on their own.

Su Ban followed them, entered the huge building, and walked through the garden courtyard full of black roses.

Su Jiao saw weird sculptures with strange shapes in the large black rose garden.

Those sculptures are decorated with colorful roses, red and white. The red ones are piled together, which looks like an erupting volcano. The most amazing thing is that there will be gray rose petals floating in it, like volcanic ash, and blue roses. Like a rolling tsunami, snow-white roses form a winding glacier——

Then they carried the snow-white ivory wat and walked through the richly decorated and dark corridors. The dim kerosene lamps lit on the walls brought the murals on the corridors to life.

The murals describe the disasters that happened in various places. Some fleets encountered tsunamis, some fishermen encountered typhoons, volcanic ash spewed out from the mountain pass, fell into the starry sky, huge meteorites flew towards the earth, and frozen to the endless earth——

Although these murals are describing different kinds of horrific natural disasters, they are not without similarities—for example, the painful, desperate, distorted, and even hideous faces—those who ran away under natural disasters, but Panicked and helpless like ants... the rabbits.

Su Jiao stared fixedly at these rabbits, and licked her dry lips. He seemed to have seen similar things before...

It's just that the death of those rabbits was not due to natural disasters...

The types of natural disasters are not exhaustive. These murals seem to be just the tip of the iceberg. Before Su Jiao finished reading, he found the people in black robes stopped.

Su Jiao almost bumped into a black-robed man in front, subconsciously said sorry.

So the man in black turned around and looked at him quietly.

It was an extremely empty look, as if it had penetrated a long time and history, looking straight into the depths of his soul.

In an instant, Su Jiao felt cold all over his body.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze, and returned to his original forward posture like a walking corpse.

Seeing them stop in front of the two huge and heavy black iron gates at the end of the corridor, they lowered their heads respectfully and cautiously, as if they were afraid of something.

On the top of the iron gate, there is a hanging clock with simple shape and intricate patterns, and what is even more peculiar is its number, each of which is composed of a symbol, for example, 1 is a burning fire stick, 2 It is a curved wave, 3 is a vine, 4 is a mountain with sand rolling down, 5 is a piece of corroded land, 6 is a wind that is rolled up, 7 is a half lightning, 8 is two A meteorite with pits, 9 is ball lightning, and the following 10, 11, 12 are symbols composed of numbers above.

tick.tick.

It wobbles, one second at a time.

The hour hand is close to 12, and the minute hand is only one step away from 12. The second hand is moving with it, one frame at a time.

Every time the second hand moves one step, the corresponding number will light up.

Su Jiao didn't lower her head like the man in the black robe. He looked up at the hanging clock. For some reason, Su Jiao always felt that its big shape was like a pocket watch—a pocket watch that was put in someone's lap and put away properly. , but the watch cover was broken——finally, the three needles overlapped——

"Boom-"

The dull bell rang, and Su Jiao felt her heart tremble.

It was an extremely terrifying feeling, as if a sleeping monster was awakened by the melodious bell. At this moment, he opened his eyes and stared at the weak sacrifice.

With the sound of the bell, the black iron gate at the end of the corridor slowly opened.

This is an extremely majestic and huge nave, with a huge curved glass dome overhead, and a huge blood moon can be seen floating above the dark night.

And under the dome, there is a huge hourglass carved with rabbits and roses, which is filled with a viscous crimson liquid, and on the other side are two huge gears that are burning with flames and constantly biting together.

The ominous red-eyed crows were by the window. As the door opened and someone came in, they screamed and fluttered up, and their black feathers fluttered down on the scarlet carpet.

The men in black robes were not surprised by the appearance of the crows, they were lined up row upon row.

The moment he stepped into this hall, accompanied by the screams of those crows, Su Jiao felt as if he couldn't breathe. It was an extremely heavy, terrifying, and oppressive feeling. sizing up.

He raised his eyes.

At the end of the main hall, there were tall steps covered with blood-like dark red carpets, so high that when the neck almost ached, you could see the Black Iron Throne wrapped with white roses at the end of the steps.

The soft rose complements the steel-like hardness of the throne.

It was extremely cold black and white.

At this moment, following the last drop of crimson liquid from the huge hourglass in the air, the gears stopped rotating, and another buzzing bell rang.

Those men in black suddenly knelt down before the throne!

The sound of the knees falling on the ground was so heavy that the roots of the teeth ached. At the same moment, Su Jiao felt a tremendous pressure pressing down on him, as if asking him to kneel down to the throne!

Su Banana didn't kneel.

So those men in black robes with snow-white masks all turned their heads and stared at him with those hollow and terrifying eyes.

Rows and large expanses of snow-white masks have a horrifying mental impact.

At the same time, Su Jiao finally heard the dull voice from under their masks.

"Natural disaster..."

"Surrender...natural disaster..."

"Surrender to my king..."

"Kneel down...kneel down..."

"kneel……"

Heavier pressure, suppressed with the hovering voice like brainwashing!

Under the overwhelming pressure that almost crushed her spine, Su Jiao straightened her back fiercely.

A stubborn, terrifying will sustains him.

He can't kneel down! !

He is a god, with the power to change everything, and he still has a lot of unfinished business, even in the face of unknown power, he will not yield, compromise, or admit defeat!

"Kneel down..."

No one can bring God to his knees!

"boom--"

The huge divine power suddenly exploded! !

Those people in black robes and pale hook-nosed masks were blown to pieces. Su Jiao was horrified to find that there was nothing under their robes. At the same time, he heard the whistling wind, and at the same time The toothache, like the sound of broken bones, he turned his head subconsciously, looked at the open door, and the black rose outside the glass corridor——

Those were not roses, they were terrifying black skulls, and the red roses and white roses I saw before were nothing but red or white skulls——

When Su Ban was unable to recover from the horrifying feeling.

And the majestic and terrifying pressure disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, the light and shadow blurred, and when he came back to his senses, he was actually sitting on the cold black iron throne.

This is the supreme position of reverence, the blood moon and the earth are all in sight.

He thought about it, but found that he couldn't move at all. The green rose vines with thorns were wrapped around his bare wrists and ankles. Like the most cunning snakes, they penetrated into the wide cuffs and slowly kissed the innermost part. Soft and delicate skin.

This is a very strange feeling, the sharp thorns did not pierce his skin, but his skin is sensitive, just touching it is enough to make his whole body itchy, but the thorny vines are extremely cold, obsessed with his body Limbs and limbs strangled him tightly on the dark and cold black iron throne.

Su Banana desperately wanted to struggle, because she was too hard, her white and greasy cheeks began to turn red.

The young god was trapped on the throne, his golden eyes sparkled with anger, and the pearl tassels on his earlobe shook without rhythm. He was kissed delicately and gently by the vine, and then rubbed against his sensitive earlobe.

The dark throne and the snow-white roses made his skin more delicate, like a beauty sleeping in white roses, the seductive person is almost insane.

In the depths of no one, waking eyes greedily stared at the weak god.

Just when Su Jiao was about to explode the goddamn vines, the soft rose thorns suddenly became extremely sharp and pierced into his skin!

"Well--"

Su Jiao snorted, those vines were actually sucking blood!

On the Black Iron Throne, the snow-white roses are slowly being dyed a bright blood color, and large tracts of red roses bloom on the young porcelain white star wish, like the intoxicating sunset glow flowing over the glacier.

This is the sweetest, most tempting, and most beautiful sacrifice, surpassing all evil intentions and destruction in the world. He is a natural disaster god who was born from the same source as Him, but is so weak that He can be swallowed by Him at any time.

This seductive, sweet fragrance, this unyielding, stubborn, and beautiful will, this painful, stimulating blood, this glamorous, wet tears stained on the eyelashes...

This belongs to his natural enemy, his sacrifice, and his nourishment.

Su Jiao's divine power was trapped in his body by these weird vines, and he couldn't use it. He almost blushed. He raised his head, and suddenly found that those people in black robes who had been dispersed had returned. The view from the throne was very good, so You can see tens of thousands of people in black robes densely packed. They put one hand on the position of the heart, and saluted him with respect and fear.

At that moment, Su Jiao seemed to hear a dark and elegant voice.

It was obviously a language he had never heard before, but he could understand its meaning in an instant.

"An indomitable will...respectable."

It was clearly a compliment, but Su Jiao could hear the looseness and intimacy as if playing with it.

There were pale hands that circled the throne and embraced the young man's slender waist. His body was hidden in the darkness, but his pale fingers showed his satisfaction and greed for the sacrifice.

The bloody rose growing on the vine kissed his pale lips, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss made him feel weak. Su Jiao wanted to look away, but couldn't escape, so she had to bite the rose as if venting her anger, trying to tear the flower with her teeth broken, but he subconsciously thought of those flowers that turned into skeletons——

Then, he heard the elegant voice with a smile.

"Thank you...for awakening me from my lost history."

"The bloody cataclysm of the Iron Throne...Blessings to you."

Su Jiao suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and immediately threw the bell around her waist violently.

The silver bell and palm nut slammed against the wall, then landed on the carpet with a muffled bounce.

It was only then that Su Jiao realized that he was lying in a bedroom that could be described as elegant and luxurious. The bed was made of pear blossom wood with exquisite carvings, which looked very old. The huge French windows were not far away, and one could see the outside growing along the window railing. The creeper, and a large field of bright yellow honeysuckle flowers in the garden, and scattered small roses.

Yan Lian: "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"

Only then did Su Jiao realize that there were other people in the room.

Yan Lian wore a soft thin shirt, put the scalpel on the table, picked up the bell on the ground, handed it to Su Jiao, and said in a very soft tone, "Don't throw things around."

The young man seemed to have been haunted by a nightmare, his lips were pale and bloodless, and the soft silk pajamas on his body were almost soaked in thin sweat, which vaguely outlined his slender waist.

The feeling of being pierced by rose thorns in Su Jiao's dream still remained. He didn't answer the bell, and without opening his eyes, he saw the painting on the wall.

The golden-eyed and silver-haired god sank half of his body in the hot spring, his eyelashes were like a butterfly with wet wings, and at the same time, he was unable to hang down, showing the small mole on his eyelid shyly.

Su Banana: "..."

Su Jiao stared at the painting for a long time, then suddenly turned around, "It's you!"

The person who broke into his room was Yan Lian!The person who stole the painting is also Yan Lian!

Yan Lian blinked, picked up the rabbit doll on one side, and said happily: "Ah, you found it."

Su Banana's head hurt a little, everything in the dream gradually faded away, he couldn't remember what he had dreamed about, but there was a weird, sticky, creepy feeling of being watched.

He took a look at his divine power, and found that the [-] million divine power had been emptied out, leaving only pitiful double digits.

But most of the time in rich places, the divine power is rapidly recovering.

Su Jiao looked around, and it seemed that this was not the basement of Yan Lian's perverted rabbit, but a villa she had never seen before.

Su Jiao calmed down, "Who sent me the painting? Is it you?"

For some reason, Su Jiao felt that Yan Lian's face was indescribably pale.

Yan Lian: "This is wronging me... Maybe you should take a closer look at the painting, and then ask my good brother what happened."

Su Jiao: "?" Good brother?Banquet without blame?

and many more?

Su Jiao looked at the painting again, and suddenly remembered that the style of the painting looked familiar - he had seen this style of painting in the exhibition hall of the banquet house! !

That pair of wind and snow death pictures worth over [-] million! !

Thanks to the C-level god physique, Su Jiao immediately thought of the key point: "Gu... Gu Xichu."

The painter who said... was sick, Gu Xichu.

Su Jiao's mind is a little messed up, so Gu Xichu is a player?

Has he been to the Scourge World before...?

"Remember?" Yan Lian bent her eyes and rubbed the rabbit: "I'm so touched."

Su Banana: "?"

Yan Lian: "Everything I said, Jiaojiao actually doesn't remember anything."

Su Banana: "."

Then there is no need to be so affectionate.

Before Su Jiao could speak, Yan Lian said, "Does Banana still remember what happened in the hospital?"

Su Jiao immediately remembered seeing the blood all over the ground before she fell into a coma: "Liu Hanyi... what's wrong with him now?"

Su Jiao didn't know that people would not bleed so much blood quickly after being stabbed, but he knew that Liu Han must be very dangerous if he didn't rescue him in that state.

It's not that he feels sorry for Liu Hanyi, but he just feels sorry for himself who is entangled with a group of perverts for the sake of divine power.

After Su Jiao finished asking, Yan Lian's smile disappeared.

It was an obvious disappearance, as fast as changing faces in Peking opera.

He picked up the rabbit's ears and said coldly, "He's dead."

Su Banana: "."

Su Jiao: "You lied to me."

Whether the devotee who signed the contract died or not, Su Jiao had a feeling.

Yan Lian suddenly smiled: "It turns out that the gods will know whether the worshiper is dead or not?"

Su Jiao was startled, her scalp went numb.

Although, he knew that because of the broken software of the system, his efforts to deliberately hide the identity of the gods and the relationship between the gods and the worshipers had become a leaky pocket, but listening to Yan Lian in person, there would still be some doubts. A feeling of being seen through, so that goose bumps all over the body.

Su Jiao asked calmly, "So what happened to him?"

Yan Lian snorted, and said in a cool tone, "I'm not dead, I'm hanging my life in the hospital."

Su Banan explained the law to him: "You have committed the crime of intentional injury."

"Yes." Yan Lian suddenly approached him: "Are you going to lock me up?"

He looked a little... no, probably angry, and his tea-brown eyes were cold.

Su Jiao turned her face away and said bluntly, "You will go to jail."

"I do not know."

Yan Lian grabbed the rabbit's ears and said casually: "Unfortunately, I have a mental problem. I won't be sentenced for hurting people, and I will only be locked up in a mental hospital. But I am very rich. The hospital they locked up may be I opened it at home."

Su Ban stared at the red-eyed rabbit in his arms.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the rabbit was also looking at him with a silent, weird smile.

"At most... I will probably be sent abroad." Yan Lian tilted her head: "I will still be free and at ease, doing whatever I want, doing whatever I want..."

"If no one cares about me."

Yan Lian: "I will still hurt many, many innocent people like today..."

Thinking of Liu Hanyi installing a camera outside her room, Su Jiao immediately said, "Liu Hanyi is not an innocent person."

Yan Lian: "Well, you are right, but there are always people in this world, or most people are good people."

"Only I'm the villain."

Su Banana: "."

"But no matter how evil I am, the rules here can't help me."

Holding the red-eyed rabbit doll in her arms, Yan Lian knelt in front of Su Jiao, looked up at Su Jiao, like the most sincere believer, "Only Banana can imprison me, a terrible sinner, in prison." to the cage."

Yan Lian rested her head on Su Jiao's lap, like a tired bird returning to its nest: "Only Banana...has such a right."

The rabbit was sun-baked and soft, and his red eyes looked at the paintings on the wall, seeming to reveal affection.

Su Jiao turned her eyes away bluntly. He didn't know why he was a little afraid of the rabbit in Yan Lian's arms, but he couldn't find the reason: "I don't need it."

"Why don't you need it?" Yan Lian took the boy's hand and placed it on her face, her tea-brown eyes were like two moist gemstones, "Didn't you already promise to be my boyfriend?"

This misunderstanding became serious, Su Jiao immediately said: "I didn't agree, I don't...well..." I like you.

His mouth was suddenly covered.

"Do not say……"

Yan Lian's tea-brown eyes stared straight at him, and repeated: "Don't say it, Banana..."

Su Jiao: "Um..."

"Do you know?" Yan Lian hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "You know, actually, I can't hurt you at all."

That's why Su Jiao was allowed to do unscrupulous things over and over again, and say things that made him sad like a knife.

Su Banana: "..."

"I am a lunatic, a freak, a monster with a scalpel." Yan Lian said, "But a long time ago... I was more fragile than you, and even a cold could kill me."

Yan Lian could feel the warmth of the god in his arms, which made him feel comfortable.

It's like the soul is soaked in warm pool water, away from anxiety, irritability, and restlessness.

The whole person feels at ease.

"I lay on this temperatureless bed day and night, and doctors in white coats walked around my room... That's right, it's this bed."

Yan Lian seemed to be caught in a long, long memory, "They look like a group of rabbits walking upright, giving orders, very funny and cute."

"This is my mother's villa. Before she turned into a vegetable, she transferred this villa to me. In fact, this is the place where my mother and uncle had an affair—" Yan Lian said, "Oh, don't be nervous, this is not theirs. Room, this is my room."

Su Banana: "."

Su Ban was indeed relieved.

"It's a pity that uncle..." Yan Lian said this title, with a bit of sarcasm, he curled up the corners of his lips, "He died when I was a teenager."

Yan Lian said this, as if talking about other people's affairs: "Mom is very sad, because of this matter, I quarrel with my father every day."

"In order to relax, she took us to the Alps to see the snow... We encountered a snow disaster. In that snow disaster, my mother became a poor vegetable, and I was buried in the snow, with frostbite all over my body and lung infection... ..."

——Only my elder brother, who was fortunate enough to receive the mercy of the gods, survived unscathed and healthy.

Yan Lian lowered his head, and covered the jealousy in his pupils with thick eyelashes, he raised his head and smiled again: "For a long time, I was half asleep, half awake, unconscious."

"During that time, I always dreamed that many red-eyed rabbits were circling around me. They were smiling at me with knives and singing to me. They said they loved me and would protect me."

When he talked about cute things, he became happy again: "For a while, everyone looked like a rabbit with red eyes. They stayed with me and said they would love and protect me forever. They were very cute."

"But I didn't see any more rabbits later."

Yan Lian said: "Later, I found out."

"Doctors are doctors, and elder brothers are elder brothers. It turns out that there is no red-eyed rabbit walking upright in this world, and there is no one who really loves me."

Su Ban fell silent.

This world is always too realistic and not enough for fairy tales, just like when he was a child, he also thought that there were fairies in the Fairy Lake in the amusement park, and there were cute elves hidden in the cake skirt of the magical girl, but the reality is that there is nothing.

But he was also lucky. When he no longer believed in fairy tales, his fate turned around and he became a god who could change the fate of another world.

At this time, Yan Lian looked very pitiful, very similar to him.

Su Jiao was very uncomfortable being hugged by him, struggled a few times, gave up after being fruitless, and said instead: "Your brother..."

He thought of the rumors about you fighting over me, so he paused, and said tactfully, "I cared about you a lot before."

Yan Lian smiled briefly, with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's not love—" Yan Lian said indifferently, "Those cares are just a kind of guilt and responsibility for blood."

"These things mean nothing to me."

——He actually rarely talked about these things with anyone, but at this moment, he suddenly wanted to say, he wanted to say more, to be more pitiful, so that his gods would be more pitiful and loving to him.

"During that time, I was sitting on this bed." Yan Lian touched Su Jiao's hair and said softly, "Lung infection made it difficult for me to even breathe, and the frostbite all over my body made me unable to move. A lot of medicine, and the only thing I do every day is look out the window at the garden."

He stood up, looked indifferently, and murmured: "Honeysuckle will bloom together with roses in summer, creepers will turn red in autumn, and banana leaves will be evergreen all year round, but no matter what plants, they will turn into vast expanse in mid-winter." The scenery is always changing in four seasons, and every change in this garden is like how many organs are under a piece of skin, I know it clearly."

He looked at Su Jiao, his gaze became soft and affectionate again, "But now...it's different."

Su Jiao looked at him blankly.

The young man was sitting on the bed, facing the light from the window, but his skin was still white and delicate, like fine white marble. He drooped his eyelids, revealing the small mole, and the amber pupils looked at him blankly. .

Even the showy rose, scented by honeysuckle, would be humbled by his beauty.

Su Jiao: "What's different?"

Yan Lian thought.

In the past, his eyes were snowstorms, rabbits, creepers, honeysuckle and roses.

Later, the scenery in his eyes is the skin, organs, blood, and even the thrill of trembling when the scalpel cuts through the flesh and blood.

But now he only has Su Jiao in his eyes.

——The scenery in his eyes was different the moment Su Jiao appeared.

But he didn't tell Su Jiao.

He faintly felt that he was already a loser.

A love, in the dirty soil of possessiveness, greed, blood and deceit, grows bright red and bright manjusawa toward the gods.

But the gods are unwilling to give it love and care like rain.

But it doesn't matter, Yan Lian is never afraid of losing.

Losers are not to be feared, nothing is to be feared.

Even if he lost everything, as long as he could have Su Jiao, he would still be a winner.

The author says:

Finally... let the first slice pop up (kneel down gently;