[Although I know I shouldnât, I canât control itâŚ!! This picture is too stimulating, my goodness!]
[Fvck, Fvck, Fvck, whatâs going on!]
[And the tattoos are equal to the name or something⌠Ahhhhhhhhhh I canât take it anymore; itâs so fragrant, so fragrant! Is this something we can watch without paying? Help!]
[Is it just me? I canât help but kind of want to⌠form a CP?!]
[Fvck, wait for me, me too, aaaaahh! I canât stand it, Iâm gonna burst!]
The man raised his hand, stuck out his scarlet tongue, and elegantly licked the blood from his fingertips.
âNo wonder I have such an appetite for you.â
He licked the blood off his lips, raised a pair of golden eyes burning with hunger, and looked at the human in front of him as if he was sizing up his prey:
âYou have a very good soul.â
He smiled silently, his scorching eyes sweeping over the young man in front of him. He added lightly: âAnd the body.â
ââŚâŚâ
After hearing the âcomplimentâ from the other party, Wen Jianyanâs mind couldnât help but shut down for a second, and the words he had just prepared got stuck in his throat, making him speechless and unable to say anything for a moment.
This? ? ?
Itâs only been a short time since they havenât seen each other, why does the other party seem to be⌠much more perverted than last time!
At this moment, a somewhat stuttering sound came from the wall not far away:
âGod the FatherâŚItâs himâŚHe liberated usâŚmade us freeâŚand let us take revenge.â It sounded extraordinarily honest, with unquestionable love and reverence for the human being in front of him:
âHe liberatedâŚyour fragmentâŚand made youâŚwake up.â
Wen Jianyan: ââŚâŚâ
âHeâsâŚyourâŚrepresentativeâŚand brought youâŚmany, many, newâŚbelievers and congregants. Although he is aâŚhuman being, he is the headâŚof your congregation.â
Wen Jianyan: ââŚâŚâ
Please.
Donât talk!
ââŚâŚâ
The man narrowed his cold golden eyes, and repeated word for word: âThe leader of my congregation.â
âIf you want, you can check, my memoryââ
Check memory? !
Do you still think Iâm not dying fast enough?
Wen Jianyanâs back felt cold, and he hurriedly interrupted the wallâs behavior of continuously reducing his chances of survival:
âGod the Father!â
The other party paused and looked up silently.
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and forced himself to calm down:
âActually, IâŚâŚâ
The man hooked his fingers lightly.
Wen Jianyan felt the cold darkness climb up to his neck and cheeks like silk, wrapping round and round and sealing his mouth tightly:
âMmm, mmm, mmm!â
Wen Jianyanâs eyes widened, and he tried hard to make a sound, but he could only squeeze out fragmented syllables from his throat.
In the âIntegrity Firstâ live broadcast room:
[Fvck! The anchor is finished!]
[Aaaaahhhhh, the dog liar is really finished!]
[Oh my god! The dog liar canât talk anymore!]
[Hahahahahahahaha, heâs so miserable, really miserable, but why canât I stop laughing!]
The man withdrew his gaze and looked up at the wall not far away: âContinue.â
Next, Wen Jianyan hung limply on the wall and listened to the relentless praise and admiration from the wall for three minutes with empty eyes.
âYes..yesâŚâŚâ
Tiny and broken voices sounded from all directions.
âThe leader is so kind.â
âThe leader said that his words are the words of God the Father. When you were asleep, he conveyed your wishes to us.â
âYes, yes. He said that youâre sleeping, and nothing could save us but ourselves.â
Wen Jianyan: ââŚâŚâ
Itâs over.
Heâs finished.
Truly finished.
However, during the time he was forced to shut up, Wen Jianyan noticed some details that he hadnât been aware of before.
This ghost boss, it seemsâŚin every instance, heâs getting a little soberer.
In the first instance, the other party had just woken up and was unable to communicate. He could only âeatâ under the control of instinct, his memory was blurred, and his reaction was messy. Although he would respond to his lies, he was essentially ignorant.
When they met in the second instance again, the other partyâs language function had gradually become fluent. Although there was still a lot of common sense missing, he was able to talk and communicate with him.
But this time, the opponentâs state was completely different from the previous instances.
His logic was clear, every action had a strong sense of purpose, and he consciously dominates and controls everything around him, which brings more dangerous and uncontrollable feelings.
It was like⌠a beast slowly coming to its senses.
He had strength and wisdom.
Those two things combined were always the scariest.
Although the opponent was very dangerous in the previous two instances, he didnât have much vigilance toward him, a weak human being, and he didnât even treat him as an enemy. As long as acted properly, he could be deceived and manipulated.
But nowâŚâŚ
Recalling his actions in the last instance, Wen Jianyan thought that this road was basically blocked.
However, that didnât mean he had no chance of winning.
Or even⌠quite the opposite.
Only rational people could be persuaded.
Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes; his amber eyes were hidden under his long eyelashes, and there was a glimmer of light in the bottom of his eyes.
Finally, the surroundings became quiet again.
The thick darkness descended again, as if blocking out all other voices. The sudden silence dragged Wen Jianyan back from his contemplation. His eyelashes fluttered, and he finally returned to reality. He carefully raised his eyes and secretly looked in the direction of the evil spirit through the gap.
Suddenly, the darkness that had been surrounding Wen Jianyan moved.
Wen Jianyanâs eyes widened, and he found himself being pulled by the darkness, and his whole body drifted toward the man uncontrollably.
âMmm! Mmm!â
A muffled grunt escaped from his throat.
The manâs palm pressed against his waist again, rubbing along the solidified wound.
Soon, the wound burst open again, and scarlet blood slid down along the young manâs graceful and firm skin.
The opponentâs fingertips were as cold as ice, stained with warm blood, moving upward slowly until the scarlet color was painted on the young manâs firm chest, and finally stopped on the opponentâs slender neck.
âYouâre the head of my believers?â
The throat under the fingertips was white and soft, trembling slightly; through the thin, warm skin, one could even feel the rapidly beating heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The strong beating was irregular, fresh, and full of vitality.
Under the pressure, the other partyâs throat trembled unconsciously, rolling flexibly in his palm, bringing a strong itching.
The man lowered his golden eyes, and his aggressive eyes fell on the throat of the human being, as if he could tear the otherâs throat open in the next second.
He said slowly, in a low voice:
âThe leader of my sect?â
âHmm hmm hmm!â Wen Jianyan blinked desperately, mobilizing any movable joints in his body, expressing a strong intention to speak with body language.
The young manâs body was full of heat and vigor, bouncing and rubbing, like a disobedient fish, sparing no effort to show its strong vitality.
ââŚâŚâ
The manâs golden eyes dimmed involuntarily.
He graciously raised his finger again.
In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt all the restraints on his body disappear in an instant, and the darkness wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and lips drifted away.
He suddenly lost weight and fell to the ground with a thud.
Wen Jianyan held his throat and coughed uncontrollably.
In the pitch-black space, apart from his coughing, there was only a dead silence in his ears.
Finally, slowly, the young manâs cough stopped.
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and looked up at the man in front of him: âThatâs right.â
Because of the intense cough just now, his voice was still a little hoarse, with a gritty texture: âI am indeed the head of your believers, the head of your sect.â
The man lowered his golden eyes, staring at the young man at his feet without sadness or joy.
âI donât know how long you have been sealed, but I have accomplished more things in less than three days than you, who have been sleeping for a hundred years.â
The young man looked up at him without hesitation and said in a hoarse voice: âNot only did I liberate your original soul from the first mirror, but I also unsealed your soul fragments from Granny Wenâs suppression. I rescued your believers and expanded your congregation at least two times!â
âYou are a god, but you are a sealed god.â
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said disrespectful words: âI guess your soul should not be completely freed from the seal yet?â
âOr, you probably havenât collected all the fragments yet, right?â
The young man raised his shiny black eyelashes, which were wet with tears. His eyes were filled with slight water because of the cough just now. The corners of his eyes were reddish, and his fair chest was covered with scars.
He smiled briefly:
âYou wonât find a Pope more useful than me.â
âYes, I am not religious enough.â
âBut whatâs the use of pious fools?â
Wen Jianyan raised his head, his amber eyes were dripping with water, carrying a bit of indescribable danger; evil, fragile, and charming.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if tempting and almost provocative:
âOr⌠do you have no confidence to tame my soul?â
The author has something to say:
I told you to shut up! Why donât you listen! (distressed)