Chapter 117 The Son of the Fallen Evil God (End)

"My God..."

Curled up in the arms of the gods, the white-haired young man's eyes were tightly closed, and the burned body was bleeding profusely, but even in the state of being seriously injured and dying, the expression on his face was full of joy and satisfaction.

"You are finally willing to respond to me," he coughed piercingly, and said to the evil spirit in a faint voice, "I thought..."

"Why?" After a torch burned all the nobles present to slag, the evil spirit's inner anger still could not be quelled, "You almost died!"

Thinking of the scene at that time, even the Heretic God couldn't help but be afraid for a while - just a little bit, even he couldn't save Lin Xiaodong, who was completely burned by the holy fire.

Looking at the smile on the corner of the Holy Son's lips, the gods only felt that there was nowhere to vent their anger, but in addition to anger, they were more distressed and helpless.

He knew that the youth's extreme approach was just to see himself. The Evil God thought that his obsession would dissipate over time, so over the years, he consciously did not pay attention to Lin Xiaodong's daily life, and even though he heard countless calls, he never responded.

Gradually, the frequency of the youth praying to himself also began to decrease, from once a day before, to once every two or three days, and then once a week later... Beneath the abyss, the evil god closed his eyes, just like the thousands of times before. For a hundred years, the silent companionship with the darkness.

But who would have thought that Lin Xiaodong would play a big game for him just by being inattentive!

The Evil God hugged the man in his arms tightly and returned to the abyss. He looked at the ferocious wound on the young man's wing that was pierced by nails, and suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have burned the Guangming Church directly.

His fingers brushed the position of the wound, and under the nourishment of the rich dark power, the wound soon began to heal. The young man who was in a semi-conscious state gradually regained consciousness, his slightly curled white eyelashes fluttered and lifted up, those beautiful obsidian-like eyes stared at the evil god who was healing him without blinking, with a calm appearance. There seems to be a thousand words to say.

"No matter what you want to say, shut up for me now." The evil god said coldly in a tone that was almost rude, "I don't want to hear your voice now."

He was obviously pissed off by Lin Xiaodong. The distress on the young man's face when he didn't recover just now disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by suppressed anger and a stiff tone.

"Okay, my god."

The white-haired young man pursed his lips and smiled, and his posture in the arms of the gods was as well-behaved as a little sheep that had just been slaughtered.

It was this attitude that made the evil gods both love and hate.

"It seems that I was too indulgent to you before." He felt a little frustrated when he punched cotton, but the evil spirit had already made up his mind to teach Lin Xiaodong a lesson this time, so he forced himself to ignore the docile young man. With a cold face, he continued, "I spoil you so much that you don't know what rules are. Your body was shaped by me with divine power. It doesn't belong to you, understand?"

"......clear."

The Evil God sneered, suddenly opened his palm, and vacantly folded it around the neck of the Holy Son.

The black liquid quickly gathered in his palm, and half of it turned into a collar, which was tightly clasped around the slender neck of the white-haired youth; the other half was wrapped around his clear eyes, instantly blocking the only trace of light left. .

"No, you don't understand," the evil god grabbed the long chain in his hand, forcing the still weak Holy Son to raise his head, kneeling on the ground and leaning towards him, "So, from now on, I will take you away all freedom, and..."

He stretched out his fingers and pressed the position of the young man's eyeballs lightly.

Feeling the trembling of the fingertips and the rapid breathing of the young man because of his nervousness, the god laughed in a low voice: "Now you know you're afraid?"

"-Unfortunately, it's too late."

Under the control of the evil god, the black liquid constantly irritated the fragile skin around the eyes of the holy son. The white-haired young man bit his lower lip and let out an intermittent low/groan from his throat. He felt like he was being parasitized by some pervasive object that was eating away at his eyeballs, and even greedily wanted to go deeper...

A drop of physiological tear slowly slid down his cheek, and the endless darkness magnified the body's senses. Compared with the previous trial, this pain was only a drizzle, but the psychological pressure was far more than a thousand times.

Finally, the Son couldn't hold on any longer.

He trembled against the god's arms, sobbed in a low voice, and groped around helplessly with both hands, but the evil god deliberately loosened the chain in his hand, took a few steps back, and let the youth stumble and search around, almost I stumbled over the skeletons all over the floor.

It was only then that the evil god mercifully appeared behind him.

"I am here."

The Holy Son suddenly turned around and threw himself into his arms, until he touched the face of the evil god, and then he calmed down a little.

With tears all over his face, the white-haired young man held up the evil god's face and kissed the other's cold thin lips tremblingly.

"Please," he choked, "don't leave me..."

The evil god carried him back to the throne, and let the little lamb in his arms use all kinds of clumsy means to show his favor. I have to say that he was indeed pleased.

But on his lips, he still asked indifferently: "Now I know I'm wrong? Would you dare to burn yourself with fire next time?"

Seeing the Holy Son nodding and shaking his head, he stretched out his big hand and touched the soft cheeks of the white-haired youth rewardingly. He was immediately grabbed by the wrist of the other party, clasped his hands tightly with nostalgia, and pressed it against his chest.

The Heretic God wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't help but sigh: "You can't leave me for a moment like this, how can I rest assured to give you the throne of God?"

The gods will fall, but the gods can be passed down from generation to generation. When he was healing Lin Xiaodong, he had already made up his mind, and when he died, he would hand over the throne to the youth.

Judging from the past few years on the mainland, after becoming a god, he may be able to do better than himself.

He thought that Lin Xiaodong would refuse, and was still worried about how to persuade the other party, but he did not expect that after hearing these words, the white-haired young man was quiet for a while, but he did not raise any objection.

"Why don't you object?" The Evil God asked curiously.

He didn't think Lin Xiaodong really wanted to become a god.

Of course it was because he had to get the Divine Core, Lin Xiaodong thought. But on the surface, he just lowered his eyes and said, "Because, if I can't save you, I only hope that someone in this world will remember your existence."

The evil god was speechless for a while.

After a long while, he sighed softly: "You..."

There was a dense crisp/numb feeling in the silent chest, and the evil spirit vaguely recalled this feeling, which people called "moving".

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly leaned on the throne and waved his hand.

The countless white bones under their feet floated into the air with divine power, and there was a creepy creaking sound due to the extrusion and remodeling. In addition, there was the deafening sound of the foundation casting like thunder.

But except for the first time that the Son's body trembled slightly, from beginning to end, he just leaned in the arms of the gods, his posture was quiet and docile.

After all the dust settled, the evil spirit removed the cover from the opponent's eyes, and stood up holding the white-haired youth.

Lin Xiaodong blinked, unable to open his eyes for a while due to the bright light.

Wait a minute, how can there be bright light in the abyss?

He narrowed his eyes and looked forward, as far as he could see, a huge, icy and magnificent temple of white bones stood in front of him. The Gothic spire is straight into the sky, going up the pale stairs, and at the very top is a huge shrine - only, it is a double.

"I can't give you sunshine, rain, and happiness in the world." The evil spirit whispered in his ear, "But, I can give you everything I have."

The white-haired young man turned his head and put his arms around the neck of the black-robed god, revealing a shallow smile.

"That's enough," he said.

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Beneath the abyss, there is no concept of time.

Lin Xiaodong couldn't remember how long they spent together here, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, a few years... But to be honest, he didn't feel uncomfortable with such a repetitive and monotonous life.

Because of an oversight, he was caught by the evil god in his conversation with the system. As a last resort, Lin Xiaodong could only make a nonsense about the fact that they loved each other for various reasons in their previous life but had to separate, so he created the system to help them renew their relationship in this life. story. Although the Evil God's expression at the time was a little suspicious, but he didn't continue to investigate further, barely passing the test.

But it's not without benefits that the system is lost - since then, Lin Xiaodong can finally sit on the throne of God and watch his SpongeBob SquarePants.

Because there is nothing else under the abyss, that is, the site is large, and they also keep a lot of strange-shaped "pets" in the temple, such as six-hoofed undead horses, red-eyed man-eating rabbits, and they look like striped fish. Likes to eat the mayfly spirits of children's brains, and so on.

Although each of these can make the Church of Light cry and suffer heavy casualties when placed on the mainland, but in front of the Heretic God, all of them have become good babies who dare not speak out.

Even if Lin Xiaodong tried to pull their fur off and weave a blanket, he could only growl a few times sadly and look at the god who called them with sad eyes.

Of course, the Heretic God basically ignored it.

His latest fun is to plant a source of darkness on the youth while Lin Xiaodong is asleep. harm.

The only downside...cough, probably, there will be a certain fetal movement reaction before it is fully digested?

The evil god loves the young man begging for mercy with a crying voice after being tossed inside and out on the bed. Unfortunately, the world usually only lasts for a short period of time. After being beaten a few times, Lin Xiaodong didn't want to play this kind of play anymore. , and also rebelliously shut the door of the world's supreme and only true god, and did not give it in for a few days - but the supreme true god also knew his right and wrong, so he could only touch his nose, go to the throne of God to make do with one night, and think about it by the way. How to persuade young people to accept such body modification next time?

The time he spent with Lin Xiaodong was so happy that he almost forgot that his core was still in the process of collapsing all the time.

However, the Heretic God doesn't take this seriously, he has already lived enough, and being able to meet his little believer before he falls is already a gift from the law of the world to him.

"Xiaodong," when another judgment day came, the evil god who suddenly realized that some kind of deadline had come in the dark opened his eyes, straightened up from the bed, and gently woke up the white-haired youth who was sleeping beside him, " wake up."

"Um... what's wrong?"

Lin Xiaodong had been tossed for too long last night, and even his wings were too tired to retract them.

But the next words of the evil god immediately made him sober: "My time is up."

"What?" He got up abruptly, a little helpless and a little dazed in his expression, "How could it be so fast..."

He bit his lower lip, and suddenly looked into the eyes of the gods with a smile and asked, "Do you hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," The Evil God took him into his arms, and his big hands slowly stroked the young man's back. He knew that Lin Xiaodong liked doing it himself, "It's like... I'm sleepy and I'm about to fall asleep."

Under his comfort, Lin Xiaodong gradually calmed down.

The young man buried his head on the shoulders of the tall god, took a few deep breaths, trembling hands in the eyes of the other party's encouragement, and took down the dark red god core on his chest that was already covered with fine cracks.

At the moment when the Divine Core left the body, the Evil God's body shook violently.

But soon, he relaxed, looked at the little believer in his arms with red eyes, lowered his head, and kissed his lips for the last time. This kiss was not gentle, but very rough. A faint bloody breath permeated his lips and tongue. The slight pain made Lin Xiaodong frown involuntarily, but he was not willing to retreat at all. attack.

The Evil God has always been very calm, accepting the fact that he is about to fall very well, and even often pretending to be dead to joke with him, several times he was so angry that Lin Xiaodong's heart stopped, and in the end he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

It was not until the real separation came that he realized that the gods would also be reluctant to part.

"Remember me." The evil god's voice gradually dissipated in the darkness along with his figure, "I have... your system..."

Lin Xiaodong didn't hear the last sentence.

He sat blankly on the bed, looking at the empty bed, knowing that this time was different from the past.

No matter how much he tossed himself, even if he was really burnt to dust by the holy fire, and was reviled or sought after by thousands of people in the world, no one would come to save him again.

There will never be another person who will tease him with the worst tone while holding him in his arms with the gentlest gesture.

The young man lowered his head and quietly looked at the dark red crystal in his hand.

"...System, let's go."

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The author has something to say:

Today's double-bigger failure, the small world ending chapter is a good card. Show tomorrow!

ps: Anti-theft has been changed, only 60%~

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