The highest reward in the universe

The feeling of being controlled by others is really not very good.

Especially when you're stuck with that overly deadly throat.

Feng Zhu lowered his eyes and glanced briefly at Ye Huang's left hand that had crushed his cloak. At this moment, he really couldn't understand this man's thinking again.

To say that Ye Huang had no intention of killing him, but he used his dominant hand that only held a sword to grab his throat twice; and it is even more impossible to say that Ye Huang actually wanted to kill him.

Because Yehuang never lied, and never broke his promise.

Since he said the words "I won't kill you" in the Eastern Territory back then, it was almost like making a promise to him.

That's why Fengzhu didn't immediately choose to die with the god of death when he met the god of death outside the palace, but began to quietly think about how to fool the other party.

Since this guy doesn't want to kill him, can't he just let go?

Although this strength is not considered painful at all, it doesn't mean that Fengzhu doesn't care about it at all.

God knows what is going on with Yehuang, that he managed to make those bruises on his neck inexplicably last for four days without any effort.

So much so that during the first written test of the Fourth Knight's assessment, Feng Zhu even put concealer on his neck with a livid face, and did not take the test in the virtual space until he confirmed that everything was covered.

Don't ask him why he has these cosmetics, in fact, he basically has everything for camouflage.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that the audience during the live broadcast of the East Territory written test has never been too many, and if the damn bruises before the second round of the test have finally disappeared, Fengzhu estimates that the level of gossip in the entire universe may have to be reversed. Go up.

After all, those traces are a bit too charming, so charming that one can guess whether Death Night Wilderness has some special hobbies.

Although this kind of conjecture can perfectly cover up the reason why he resigned from Zhongyu in the first place, but this vague sense of weakness always makes Fengzhu feel a little unspeakably subtle, so he never considered being the tenth universe's leader from the beginning to the end. Gossip adds fuel to the fire.

It's not a problem to continue like this.

For the sake of his fragile neck, Feng Zhu didn't explore for the time being why he didn't perceive the existence of the god of death just now, and he also indirectly forgot his act of wanting to escape just now.

And those half-truths and half-false lies were uttered by him in a low and fearless tone:

"I don't want to die."

"It is precisely because I don't want to die that I dare not leave the Temple of Wine. After all, there are too many people in Zhongyu who want my life."

Speaking of this, Fengzhu endured the discomfort of rubbing his throat against Ye Huang's rough fingertips when he spoke, and continued to speak in a steady voice as much as possible:

"Even if your reward order is enough to tempt most people, the people who live in the Central Territory are basically gods, and I have always been unable to figure out the minds of the gods."

Ye Huang heard the words and suddenly let out a low snort.

I don't know whether he is laughing at Fengzhu's explanation that seems to be out of his heart but makes people unable to figure out whether it is true or false, or whether he is laughing at Fengzhu's last sentence of "figuring out the mind of the gods".

"So?" Ye Huang half-cast his eyes and looked at Fengzhu who was imprisoned in his palm in front of him, and his voice could not hear the slightest bit of happiness or anger.

He could see Fengzhu's aversion to death, as well as Fengzhu's surging desire to survive for no reason.So he really couldn't think of the reason why Fengzhu suddenly left the Temple of Wine.

Ye Huang returned to the Central Territory around six in the morning.

When he forcibly broke into the center of the Eastern Territory before, he was backlashed by the cosmic will of the Tenth Universe, and on the day of Dong Ting's feigned death, he frequently tore apart the space within half an hour to find the traces of Feng Zhu in the Eastern Territory. So much so that after that, Yehuang was forced to sleep on a certain Death Star in the Eastern Territory because of excessive consumption of divine power.

The memory of the period of deep sleep was too vague, and Ye Huang never cared about things other than Fengzhu, so he didn't care about it at all.

In fact, if the wind candle hadn't appeared in the Central Territory more than two years ago, Ye Huang would probably still be staying in the dead temple, letting the time that was so long that it was almost rotten whizzed away wantonly.

After Ye Huang woke up, he went directly to the outside of the Temple of Dionysus.

Perhaps Death and Dionysus are really in conflict with each other.

This kind of tortoise-like temple made Yehuang only stand outside the temple from dawn to dark with a gloomy face.

Just when the annoying short-lived light in winter was about to run out, and Ye Huang was about to run out of patience, he unexpectedly waited for the wind candle to appear.

And he also waited until the brat was full of lies.

"So I came out because there are things I care about more than death."

"I don't know whether the gods are tempted by your reward order, but it is difficult for human beings to resist your handwriting."

"It just so happens that I am not a god, but an ordinary human being."

"So I made a bet with myself 3 minutes ago."

"I bet on whether I will meet the god who took my life first after I walk out of the wine temple, or meet you first."

"As it turns out, my luck seems to be pretty good."

"I took a look just now, and I only walked 13 meters, and I met the person I most wanted to meet."

"Of course, the premise of my good luck is - if you don't mind that the person who completes the reward order is the person who was offered the reward."

Hearing this, the God of Death's dark golden eyes moved slightly.

His obscure eyes fell from Fengzhu's beautiful face to his cold lips, and then to the pale neck between his fingers.

At that moment, Ye Huang really didn't want to hear Feng Zhu spit out half a word again.

Because these sweet and bitter words were far more terrifying to him than death.

Ye Huang didn't let go of the hand holding his neck mockingly as Feng Zhu imagined, but raised his left hand and directly tore a space crack leading to the Temple of Death beside the two of them.

Before entering the space crack with the wind candle, Ye Huang glanced expressionlessly at a corner outside the Dionysus Temple.

Gemma, the Goddess of Lies who felt the gaze from the corner, subconsciously tensed her back.

It wasn't until the figures of Yehuang and Fengzhu disappeared into the space crack that the goddess leaned against the eaves pillars outside the temple and breathed a sigh of relief.

She is a god under the command of Dionysus.

After passing by the Temple of Dionysus by chance today and discovering the existence of the God of Death, Ji Ma tried to contact the God of Dionysus, but she couldn't get in touch with him.

Geema doesn't have much loyalty to Dionysus, after all, it's too hard to ask for loyalty from the Goddess of Lies.

However, a god like her with low power value really needs the blessing of Dionysus, so Geema traded her effectiveness in exchange for the superior signboard of the opponent, and this is why she is still standing outside the Dionysus Temple until now. .

Now that she has chosen Dionysus' command, she should do her duty when she should.

This is not a matter of loyalty, but a simple exchange of interests.

Of course, it was Gemma's limit to watch the movement of the God of Death here, and it was absolutely impossible for her to go forward to provoke the God of Death or fight with him.

Even in order to prevent the God of Reaper from actually making a move, although Jima pretended to suppress the fluctuation of divine power, she deliberately found a good angle to stand within the God of Reaper's sight.

In the end, the god of death did not come to trouble her.

Because this guy's mind has never been on others.

Jima thought of the words she heard just now, and her sense of crisis that was suddenly stopped by Ye Huang's eyes gradually turned into a smile that was not a smile.

The first half of Fengzhu's words are all truth, but the second half is almost all lies.

[There are things that concern me more than death. ]lie.

[Meet the person I most want to meet. ]lie.

[My luck seems to be good. ] Another lie.

—Nothing would concern him more than death.

——The last god he wants to meet at the moment is Yehuang.

—the suicidal bird was powerless to deal with his own bad luck.

Originally, Ji Ma didn't know whether Ye Huang knew that Feng Zhu was lying.

However, Fengzhu himself doesn't seem to care whether his lie will be exposed - from the very beginning, he just wanted to divert Ye Huang's attention a little bit, so as to expose the person who seemed to want to run away when he glanced at the Temple of Wine just now. Just move.

This kind of quiet flattery is nothing more than some tacit words in the final analysis. After hearing it too much, no god will be so stupid as to take it seriously.

At least that was the case before today.

Jima remembered Ye Huang's glance when he left the Temple of Dionysus.

——It was a warning look.

The god of death knew that everything was a lie, but he still deceived himself and chose to take it as the truth.

Thinking about it this way, I don't know whether the desperate god of death is more tragic, or the little bird that fell into his palm is more tragic.

Speaking of which, she thought Ye Huang would kiss Feng Zhu directly when he held Feng Zhu's neck.

After all, Ye Huang doesn't seem like the kind of person who can restrain himself.

In the end, did you really hold back?

So she really did not use the wrong words when she said Ye Huang was sad.

Everyone who has lived through the decadent years is a monster. As a monster, they have already known how to deal with the beast of loneliness.

However, Fengzhu never fed the beast after releasing it from the cage.

Even so, Ye Huang still held back those evil desires that were more unspeakable than cruelty.

He yearns for wind candles so much, but he can suppress the fingertips that can easily tear apart the airship to the point where even the skin of a mortal has never been scratched. This outstanding perseverance really made her... well, impressed.

There is always only one reason that can make a beast suppress the burning hunger-that is, he has something far more craving than food.

Feng Zhu cares about nothing more than death.

However, as the god of death, Ye Huang, there are things that he cares more about than death.

He wanted his sue bird.Whether it is the other party's body, spirit, or the soul that is out of reach.

"Fanny is right, the First Universe is actually out of love..."

Jima thought of the special device that Dionysus asked her to go to the Southern Territory ten months ago to obtain the special device that could detect the fluctuation of the use of titles, and also thought of the dark and forbearing behavior of Ye Huang today. The brilliant fire that disappeared into the sky.

Yes.The first universe really has love.

And as soon as it came out, there were two.Or the top two.

For some reason, Jima suddenly looked forward to the scene where Fengzhu meets the mad god.

If these three lunatics fall together, she and Fanny will probably never be bored again in the next thousand years.

The author has something to say: as well as the small theater to make up the number of words agreed before, it has nothing to do with the text.

If the God of Death didn't take that last look, if the Goddess of Lies told him Feng Zhu's lie because of the pressure: "For Feng Zhu, there is nothing he cares more about than death."

Ye Huang heard the words and let out a low scoff, walked into the space crack and returned to his temple.

He looked at the wind candle that he had just thrown on the god's throne first, and finally pulled the corner of his mouth fleetingly.

—Because he is Death.

—for he is death.