The white lotus that was punished

"Lord Meera, why don't you want to accept me?" The red robe was half untied, and a touch of sadness was added to the beauty's face.

Mira held down his hand that was about to reach into her lapel.His nails were a little powdery, and his palms were soft and hot. Meera was stung in the heart, and she quickly let go after taking her hands away.

The soldier's face was flat, but only he knew that he was stepping on the edge of the abyss, and his eyes were reddened by the karmic fire.

He dared not go forward, could not go forward.

But the delicate, evil-hearted demon stubbornly rubbed against his body, exhaling like blue, as if seeing through all his scruples, bewitching him. "I did it voluntarily, Mira-sama, please have pity on me."

At the end of the sentence, those hands had already hooked his shoulders, green eyes, red lips, and hot breath were in front of him.

Sev suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, but he was picked up and placed heavily on the bed.

Then the shadow in front of him cast down, followed by the other's tight jaw, and his long-awaited lips.Sev's eyelashes trembled and closed, and he used all his strength to restrain himself from embracing his god, for fear of waking him up from this enchanting dream.

But the body is heavy, the sun mixed with the other party's unique breath, and Mei La covered him tightly with the quilt.

His back was turned to Sev so Sev couldn't see his expression, and Meera's hands lay vacantly over his forehead, down over his eyes.

"Sleep." He whispered.

Failed again.Sev's cheeks puffed up slightly, but he didn't give up, and licked the opponent's palm with his bright red tongue.After feeling the pause of his hands, he pretended to lie down obediently until the people beside him also lay down, and he nimbly slipped into his arms like a fish.

Sif knew that Mera had begun to waver, so he was not in a hurry to force him, but he didn't know when he would be able to pry open the hard shell of the other party and touch the softness inside.He sighed impatiently in his heart, and fell asleep in the drowsiness that gradually hit him.

But what he didn't know was that after his breathing calmed down, the person he was looking forward to bent down and watched him quietly with a pair of black eyes.

The hand that had been calloused by the war rubbed the slave's face, very slowly, so slowly that it moved down and landed on those soft red lips.There was another long pause.

After a long time, I gently stroked it up.

Sif didn't wake up, and he knew that he would never wake up. The weakness of human beings is that they don't even know their own weakness. Any protoss can easily defeat their sanity.

Sev was able to stay by his side for so long, not because he had created a spiritual barrier for him by himself.

Why hesitate?In such a long night, the senses and consciousness are infinitely extended.The warm touch came from his fingertips, stirring his nerves.

Half of his foot has stepped into the abyss, and the fire of karma ignited suddenly, burning his blood and pulse,

I don't know anything anyway, and it doesn't matter what you do to me.Sev's demon whispered in his ear.

Even if you kiss me and put your mark on me, I'm willing.

When Meera came back to her senses, he was already very close to the sleeping slave, and Sif's face was close in front of him, and he could kiss it just by bowing his head slightly.

Unknown darkness surged in his eyes, and his mental power slowly stretched out his tentacles, resting on Sev's brow.

The brown-haired young man slept deeply, his eyelashes were slightly curled up, and the corners of his lips curled into a small arc.

He will know nothing, will not know that he has erased his memory, erased his hatred, never betrayed himself, never fell into the fate brought by his name, forever——

Be your own slave.

The candle burned slowly, until the lamp was burned out, and when it was dawn, Meera finally lay down.

He took Sif into his arms, and meticulously put him in the same position as before falling asleep.

After all, he didn't kiss, nor did he erase the memory of the other party.Let his slave remember the hatred that he once captured his hometown, and let the human uprising army he formed step by step become mighty, let him try to get close to him, and let himself leave a fatal weakness for himself .

He has already fallen into the abyss.

At the moment when the silver spear pierced her heart, Meera looked at the disbelieving Sif who had just woken up from a dream, and sighed softly: "I approve of you, successor. In the name of Meera, Obligation to inherit the end."

Drink my blood, accept my strength, and carry on my mission with my name.

You will thus have the strength to challenge the Lord.

Only at the moment when he was about to lose his consciousness, he returned to the night when the candles burned out in a trance.There were insects chirping outside the camp, but they were far away from him. His eyes slipped past the shadows of Sev's eyelashes, and lingered on his slightly parted red lips.

It would have been nice if it had been kissed.

He wouldn't know anyway.

"Despicable and shameless!" Ba Dou, the anchor of Bailianhua's live broadcast room, was so angry that he almost kicked the noble-looking face of God in the light screen.

In the rebroadcast footage, those Runaway Star contestants were galloping towards a certain direction one after another, but if you looked closely, you could find that their eyes were empty, like puppets being manipulated.

It's just that the direction they are heading is clearly where the white lotus and the sharpshooter are. How can this not make Badou very anxious, wishing to go across the screen and pull the sharpshooter's ear to tell him to leave quickly.

After seeing Bai Lianhua raised the silver spear at the sharpshooter, Badou almost smashed the table, and yelled hysterically: "That's not the case, sharpshooter, Bailianhua was just manipulated! He never betrayed you!"

It's a pity that the people on the other side of the camera can't hear it.

Roy's hand holding on to the silver spear trembled slightly, and for a moment he almost wanted to throw it away like this.Among the hundreds of open nutrition cabins underground, only he has this silver spear.

The material of this silver spear is very special, not any existing equipment material, it is extremely heavy, even Alpha would find it difficult.It is also extremely hard, so hard that it can easily break through the defense of higher Zerg.It is by no means available to ordinary humans.

And the god's shield is also made of the same material.He is a candidate for king.

That Bai Lian with the spear——

"I have confirmed to you countless times, and you have told me without hesitation countless times that you will use your life to completely kill the king of the Zerg race on this planet."

"I regret it. I believed him."

If he is not OMEGA, if he is really a candidate for the king, then everything before, such as weakness, trust, meeting in the dark, life and death in the past, is it all just an illusion.

What kind of mentality does he look at me, watching me step into the situation he set up for me, watching me at this moment——

His head became more and more painful, those broken memories seemed to be vigorously stirred by a hand, and many fragments seemed to flash before his eyes, war, blood, wine glasses, that repeatedly appearing, holding The tender green eyes, the red lips that open and close, and the phrase "Lord Meera".

And, the silver spear that pierced through the chest.

"Crack." The bullet rubbed against the fallen leaves and brought sparks, and the sparks burned along the veins, crackling from the main veins to the scattered branches, while the light blue flame spread more and more vigorously.

There was a jumping fire in the eyes of the black-haired Zerg.And before he knew it, he had been completely surrounded by players from Fugitive Star.

Fleeing outside the planet, Badou in the live broadcast room almost cried out of sadness, watching the sharpshooters betray their relatives and leave alone in this siege.His opponent is the person closest to him, Bai Lianhua.Badou couldn't imagine what kind of mood he was in.

The hands of the black-haired Zerg finally stopped trembling, and the silver spear was held up, catching up with the oncoming attack.

"when."