Chapter 335 Song Song
The shaking body fell from the sky, and one could almost see the malice of the whole world.
When I opened my eyes in ignorance at birth, I heard only overwhelming malice and abuse.
Since childhood, he has been stumbling along in his mother's footsteps, but was suddenly shocked to find that his gentle mother had changed her temperament and become a cold and murderous ruler.
From the first encounter with his father, he learned that there was a world beyond the laws of nature. He joined forces with his father, but they were also wary of, used, and harmed each other.
Will this spotless and universally admired god walk alone in this world filled with passion and love, pursuing a belief that should not exist until his death?
There are always people talking about the greatness of God, but when the real God is seen walking under the sky, blowing the wind and getting wet in the rain, people feel that the reason why God is God is nothing more than just praising Him.
god……
Born from the most evil god...
The god of darkness will eventually fall due to his evil nature...
The thin body was like a feather in the endless fall. The boy tried desperately to control his out-of-control soul. He was in pain in the struggle and crazy in the sadness. He inevitably fell, and all kinds of vague and broken memories flashed through his mind one by one.
pain……
it hurts...
I am so upset that I want to destroy everything...
The boiling of the origin brought about the growth of his body, and the boy turned back into a half-grown teenager in a trance. He clenched his soul tightly, wanting to tear apart the invading divine power of his "father". The wind whistled past his ears, and he seemed to vaguely hear the other party's cold and complacent smile.
"You lost. My most proud masterpiece..."
"You cannot prevent the awakening of your origin, nor can you resist the fall of your malice."
"Kill everything, destroy everything, as a god, as evil, as the only victor left in the world..."
"you…"
"What?"
Shen Qianluo whispered trembling words in his throat, and he managed to squeeze out a few voices. When his "father" looked down at him doubtfully, his chest heaved, and a sinister murderous intent flashed across his golden eyes, "I say, father, you..."
The vast fire was ignited at the trembling fingertips, and the faint light blurred the boundary between the starry sky and the wasteland.
The arc drawn from the sky was blazing. The young boy raised his hand with all his strength. In the next second when he was ready to die, he pierced his fragile soul, "Too noisy..."
But he was trembling and his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Shen Qianluo was stunned.
The process of falling from a high altitude was fleeting, but in this moment of lightning, he seemed to see a...
Zhongli?
A slightly warm hand grasped his cold wrist, and then he was embraced in a warm and wide embrace.
"Hmm...?!" Perhaps blinded by the sudden strong wind, Shen Qianluo grabbed his neck without thinking, and only then realized that he was surrounded by rich divine power.
The chattering of "father" in the ear also disappeared the moment Zhongli appeared, perhaps because the microphone was unceremoniously muted with a "bang".
At the same time, the sticky divine power that had continuously invaded his soul was also taken away. The source of the pain that made him shiver all the time, cough, and shudder was finally withdrawn from his body. The half-grown boy gasped, () breath, endured the tiny coughs, and leaned on the man's shoulder.
"Why...you..."
He spoke with some difficulty, his blurry vision darkening as the origin rolled. The moment he noticed the ground approaching at high speed, he wanted to use his divine power, but the sharp tearing pain in an instant shattered the flames from his fingertips.
"Don't be afraid, leave it to me."
In the end, he lost himself in Zhongli's gentle and soothing voice, and with his head slightly tilted, he was covered with a warm palm. Finally, before he fell to the ground, he was turned around by the other party and fell into the strong but soft Longlong: "Umm!..."
Then he propped up his upper body as if by reflex, Shen Qianluo breathed and trembled. His origin, which had been forcibly pacified and stuffed back, was still restless. In the end he had to submit to the young master's meticulous control of the divine power.
It still hurts, a pain that comes from the soul.
However, Shen Qianluo tried hard to divert his attention. His clear silver hair scattered on the young man's sweaty forehead. He sat on Longlong unconsciously and stretched out his trembling hands to pinch Zhongli's face.
Warm.
It's me.
The glimmer seemed to shatter in the pair of beautiful golden pupils, and the pretentious elegant posture froze. The wind in the wilderness was still a little chilly. In the seconds of falling from a high altitude, the relatives who reacted in time swooped down anxiously.
"Young Master!!"
However, Shen Qianluo stared at Zhongli and did not respond to his subordinates who were looking for him in a hurry. He and the shadow he cast on Lonely Mountain were intertwined with each other. Besides their gazes, there were also the god's slightly trembling questions.
"You..." he began to speak somewhat helplessly. The young master looked away in panic, and said in a very low voice, "...will you hate me?"
Zhongli looked at him struggling and wanted to reach out to rub his head, but the child suddenly dodged him.
"No." He could only cast a more gentle gaze, watching Shen Qianluo's hair stand on end and shake nervously from side to side.
"...Are you afraid of me?"
"will not."
"Then..." He paused for a second in pain, and he managed to utter a weak sound, "...will you abandon me?"
"No."
"So perfunctory!" Before he could build up his courage mentally, he received a firm answer. Shen Qianluo seemed inexplicably anxious and angry. He turned his head abruptly, ignoring the sudden pain that made his soul stiffen.
The young boy, who was only half a grown man, grabbed the collar of his shirt angrily, and his pretty face came so close that even the slight tremor of his breath brushing against his cheek became clear, "Then you...you..."
His shivering body shrank slightly in the cold wind, but he seemed not to care. His thoughts and the words he wanted to say turned over and over in his stomach. His clear golden eyes reflected the figure of that one person.
"You..." The god's cheeks were flushed with a greenish red, but he didn't blink for a moment, pursed his lips and tensed his body, as if he had to get a stable and firm answer, "...Do you like me?"
So in the next second when the air was quiet, the god's eyes flashed, his eyelashes trembled, and suddenly he tilted his head very lightly, and gave a belated, gentle and lingering W.
He seemed to melt in the warm embrace all of a sudden, his mind went blank, and even his breathing barely stopped in the tenderness that startled him.
Of course, he also forgot about his family members who had long been forgotten.