After the global recovery I crossed

Huang Chuntao fell softly at Zhao Lue's feet, her thick hair fell on the green grass, winding like shiny black twigs.

Zhao slightly lowered his eyes unconsciously, and he saw Huang Chuntao's bright lips open, swallowing up a ray of sunlight.

The sun is like a needle, piercing through the heavy sky and piercing into Zhao Lue's body.

The sun is hot, so Zhao Lue felt a vague heat. When the hot needle pierced the skin, the blood began to boil.

Since Zhao Lue came to this arena world, he has thought of the past several times inappropriately.

There was one thing he hadn't explored, but he always remembered.

It was in the villa that he lay drunk on the sofa, watching a woman slowly approaching with a seemingly clear but aimless attitude.

She was wearing a long dress with slits that went down to her thighs.

So those two snow-white, well-proportioned legs were walking, as if they were used by a witch to stir a love potion.They lifted up tenderly and charmingly, rubbing against Zhao Lue's trouser legs.

Zhao Lue waited for them to get ahead, and then kicked that flawless skin mercilessly.

He is actually a bit similar to the drunk second and third generations around him. If a stranger violates their territory, they will not immediately get angry, but watch the joke with leisure, and finally give fatal indifference.People who are not in the same circle may feel that the tempers of these second-generation ancestors are volatile, and reflect on which sentence they have hit the mold.

Zhao Lue didn't kick, he seemed to be confused by the woman's face.

As the young master of the Zhao family, he has seen many celebrities at many balls and even privately. They are often three times more beautiful than the photos circulated on the Internet, because the beauty of top stars is dynamic, and it is on tight skin , is in the reunited bones.

People say that skin and bones are both beautiful, and the women who are like a clump of vines clinging to his body are all beautiful, their posture, demeanor and even some extremely small details are all impeccable.

But after a moment of confusion, Zhao Lue pierced her appearance and fixed his eyes on other things that human beings cannot achieve.

She kissed her, kneeling on the sofa, and he didn't resist this overly close posture. He smelled the overly sweet and even rotten aroma, and put his hand on her waist.

It is different from the soft waist of a woman in the imagination, it is a flexible waist, there seems to be a thin layer of muscle through the clothes, and the fingers can feel the heat as if they can breathe just by gently covering it.

Then the woman gave him a hug full of warmth, making all his chaotic thoughts go away.

——is the embrace of a loved one with an indescribably strange place.he thinks.

You can be attached, you can rely on, you can trust... you can't live up to it.

He eventually fell asleep.

He wakes up sitting in the back of the car that came to pick him up at home, reminiscing about his childhood.

He thought of Ji Shun, but there was no blond woman in his memory, and no relatives as close as her... let alone a lover.In the story Ji Shun told, there was a female emperor, but it was different after all.

He knew it was different.

--no the same.

Zhao Lue quietly looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him.

He is different, there is no seductive beauty when he walks, his hair and clothes are meticulous, his eyes are not dreamy blue, but a kind of gloomy and cool green.

Even though his appearance is still extremely beautiful and his figure is slender, he will not make people think that he is a woman.

He has the indescribable tranquility and dignity that Zhao Lue has seen in some relatives who have been in the position for a long time, and who has gone through years of grace. Of course, he also has the same indifference to strange existence.

"Wow——" Zhao Lue raised his wings, and the black wings blocked the brighter and brighter light from nowhere.

[Huang Chuntao is dead? ] Ji Shun's cold voice brought Zhao Lue back to his senses.

Until then, the announcement of the arena, which should have sounded long ago, was long overdue.

"The winner of the first season [participating player Huang Chuntao] was killed by an important plot figure and the center of the world [Pope Gaspard Salien de Lorraine]."

"Due to the awakening of the world center, the third phase of the mission will start earlier, and the countdown will start..."

Plot character?

Zhao slightly felt a little funny.

The arena plus a main god controls the development of the world in a general direction by issuing tasks to players. Can they claim to be the masters of creating this combined world?

This is just a contemptuous term for people from the original world.

Gaspard doesn't have the arena and the script given by the main god. If he really wants to say...he only needs to follow one thing.

——The arrow that landed on Zhao Lue's head.

Zhao Lue was not sure whether the arrow that hit Gaspard's heart was actually shot by him before, but Huang Chuntao's sharp laughter showed that the arrow was indeed on his head.

Cupid's arrows are rumored to have golden arrows and lead arrows. The former makes people fall in love, while the latter makes people hate love. Apollo and Daphne in Greek mythology were clearly hit by these two kinds of arrows.

What Zhao Lue shot Gaspard was not a golden arrow, but a resisting lead arrow.

Gaspard hasn't looked at Zhao Lue since he was shot.

Even if he bent down in front of Zhao Lue, even at a close distance.

His long golden hair fell down, and his slender fingers brushed the hair, which had a sweet smell different from the rotten sweet fragrance.

Pinching Huang Chuntao's cheek with his fingers, he fiddled with it critically and mercilessly, like picking rotten meat on a chopping board, and said, "Hang Chuntao? What a disgusting kicking toad."

He let go of his hand, and a soft light shone from his fingertips, purifying Huang Chuntao's body and some dirt from his fingertips.

When the burning light was about to burn to Zhao Lue along Huang Chuntao's robe, Zhao Lue took a step back.

For an instant, Gaspard looked up.

At the same time, he knelt down on one knee, wrapping his cold fingers around Zhao Lue's ankle.

He looked up and gently scratched Zhao Lue's face.

Zhao Lue said almost subconsciously: "So you can see me?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Lue felt that this sentence was a bit of a complaint, so he took another step back and pulled his foot out abruptly.

It is not quite accurate to say that it is abrupt, because Zhao Lue used all his strength, but Gaspard let go easily.

Gaspard stood up thoughtfully.

After a while, he murmured a name.

"...Zhao Lue?"

He seemed to know something that he shouldn't know, but his expression showed that he didn't know Zhao Lue.

This is normal, Gaspard doesn't know Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue lowered his face, moved his fingers by his side slightly, and said another name: "Lin Xingtao."

Gaspard paused, his voice soft: "That's it?"

Zhao Lue choked, and said, "Oh that's it, you don't know him, that's great, he doesn't know you, and I don't know you either."

Gaspard's eyes were slightly strange, as if those names in Zhao Lue's mouth shouldn't know him—so Zhao Lue's attitude of losing his temper was unreasonable.

Zhao Lue suddenly thought of another name: "Louis?"

Gaspard did not answer this time, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were carefully watching the change of Zhao Lue's expression.

Suddenly, Gaspard said softly, "Huh?"

What could be called a soft nasal voice entered Zhao Lue's body from the distant indistinctness.

Zhao Lue smiled at Gaspard, and the sky that was getting brighter and brighter suddenly darkened.

This time it was Gaspard's turn to frown.

Zhao Lue suddenly opened the six wings around his arms, ready to fly into the air.

The conversation, which could be considered harmonious, suddenly turned in another direction.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" crisp screams exploded from Zhao Lue's front and Gaspard's back.One after another, they penetrated the buildings of the Holy Land, pierced the mourning clouds, and crushed the sunlight.

"We are guilty, sin is like an abyss." Weeping voices uttered from the mouths of thousands of little angels.

They were like the fingers that bent up and down by Zhao Lue's side, they all shook for a while.

Rumble.The armed fortresses attached to their bodies made clumsy moving sounds.

"Falling into the sky!!!" Zhao Lue shouted.

The angels naturally let go of their arms holding their knees, stretched their bodies, and tilted their heads to one side.

Like a puppet being pulled upside down, the whole body turned around, and the slender legs fluttered with the wind.

Due to the change in posture, their blindfolds that cover their eyes, earmuffs that cover their ears, and even the metal that binds their bodies are all falling off little by little.

But their wings are held in twisted and twisted steel bars and never-ending gears, so they're ripping them off.

Accompanied by painful screams, black blood splattered wantonly from the place where the wings were broken.

White feathers dyed black.

In Lorraine, many bishops are watching the collapse of Shenwang in horror.

The analyzed data flow fell like a waterfall, and the bright red words "Warning" were densely pasted all over the screen of Shenwang.

"Shenwang has been invaded by the power of darkness!"

"The No. [-] Army of the Angel Legion is forcibly leaving."

"The second army of the Angel Legion is infected and is analyzing it."

"No. [-] Army of the Angel Legion, everything is normal for the time being."

"..."

"Pope Gaspard applied for reconnection... the application is approved, the authority is approved, and he is now the person with the highest authority in the Shenwang, please issue an order."

"Error, the No. [-] army of the Angel Legion lost contact. The No. [-] and No. [-] armies of the Angel Legion entered the arrest operation."

Zhao Lue flew off the ground, and the four-winged angel who had been trembling beside Huang Chuntao stretched out his hand and pointed behind Zhao Lue.

Even if Zhao Lue didn't look back, he knew that the angels behind him were not affected by him.

They blocked the outside of the holy place, raised guns several times larger than them, and pointed their black holes at Zhao Lue's head, neck, chest, waist, and thighs.

The place where it was targeted was scorching hot, that was not an illusion, but a glare of light that really came through.

The supernatural laser charged in the gun almost melted Gaspar's face into white and gold.

Zhao Lue couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel his calmness.

Breaking away from the state of indulging in unfathomable emotions, Zhao Lue also calmed down at this moment, and he was ready to retreat to Chutian with some angels.

However, when he and the angels were flapping the pitch-black wings together, the light suddenly shot over without gathering at the apex.

Gaspard opened his arms, took two steps forward calmly, and surrounded Zhao Lue's body before he could fly away.

"Where are you going?" He let out a soft chuckle.

Time becomes extremely slow.

Guang followed his own path, slowly but without hesitation towards the end point - Zhao Lue's body.

It wasn't until those lights touched Zhao Lue's body that Zhao Lue realized that those lights were not lights.

Just as doves are the feathers of angels, the so-called lasers are also golden ribbons—the ribbons that are tied together around the waists of angels.

Like chains shot from the sky.

They trapped Zhao Lue.

But Zhao Lue felt that it was not the ribbon that trapped him, but Gaspard's arm tightly hugging him.

Gaspard was tightening Zhao Lue's waist with a force sufficient to pull down a god, pulling Zhao Lue back to the ground after flying some distance away from the ground.

At first it was just the nails digging into the flesh, then the whole arm tightened.

His arms were cold, like a python constricting its prey.

Like to be embedded in the bone, like to be stuffed into the flesh and blood.

Zhao Lue's feathers were sharp, just reaching Gaspard's waist because of his embrace without leaving any gaps.

It was as slender as a spider's thread, Zhao Lue could make him fall apart with just a slight hook.

——You can’t live up to it.

With this thought, Zhao Lue stopped.

And Gaspard rested his chin on Zhao Lue's shoulder, and said clearly, "Listen up."

"You are different from him, and I am not the same as her."

"I, Gaspard, am not crazy. I won't care about your feelings as a woman, and I won't let you trample on my heart, and I won't let you leave whenever you want."

"This is my world, just like the arena said, I am the center of the world, you can't leave."

"You want to win, how about I take you to win?"

"Ok?"

However, after he finished speaking, he was strangely silent, and Zhao Lue didn't speak for a while.

After a while, Gaspard smiled wryly at the expressionless Zhao Lue, and did not dare to let go of his hand, but asked quietly: "...Why don't you act like a baby?"

——As long as you act like a baby, I will let you win and let you leave.

At this time, a voice came from the arena: "The winner of the first season [spectator player Lin Xingtao] has killed an important plot character, the center of the world [Emperor Lin Haiyan of Chutian]"

Gaspard continued: "I'm not a drama character, I'm not a fake, they didn't give me anything, I just got an arrow from you."

His expression changed, and he let go of Zhao Lue calmly, and stroked the scarred heart with his fingers. It was obvious that he had been shot by the arrow of resistance, but he said, "Don't resist."

The author has something to say: Gaspard: The agreed-upon acting like a baby, why does it feel like a tsundere.

When Zhao Lue took off, he sang in his heart: Goodbye, mom, I will go on a long voyage tonight~

There are no Cthulhu gods in this fragmented world, and the development must be different. Of course, Gaspard is not as compromised as before.In other words, I feel that the father's love (maternal love) has deteriorated... As for whether Cupid's arrow worked, it was Schrödinger's resistance and charm, just like whether Naia was charmed. (just not sure)