Section 90

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date="2020-11-05"

title="Section 90"

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series = ["The Villain Has Been Coveting Me for a Long Time"]

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It's incompatible with their group of devout and honest followers who believe in the God of Light. The Holy See is still, but he is active, so from the moment he appears, Siodor always unconsciously puts his eyes on him and is attracted by him.

"It is my duty to guard the rebels, and it is also my fault for the rebels to escape. Therefore, I implore the Pope to agree." He said.

The pope did not understand his thoughts, and finally agreed after sighing, and told him to come back soon, the Holy See must not be without the Son.

Siodor nodded, and returned to his room after the pope said he was gone.

After a sound of mechanical interlacing, the dark room was opened, and a painting covered by flannel was lying quietly in it. There are not many things in the dark room, and this painting is the most conspicuous of them.

Siodor peeled off the canvas, revealing the true face of the painting.

The figure in the painting is a young man with silver hair and silver eyes, lying on his side casually, with a sly smile on his lips. One or two dandelion seeds fell between his hair, and then there were vertical cages, which imprisoned them.

Siodor took the painting out and looked down at it, clues for a moment.

This is the most secret secret deep in his heart.

Then he put the painting on the table, picked up the knife on the side, and carefully cut off the right eye of the person in the painting with the knife.

The end of the eye was gently raised, bringing out a faint red, and a rich smile flowed in it. It was clearly a pair of silver eyes that had been deprived of color by the gods, but the shining brilliance in them was invincible in the world.

The colors of the world melted into that eye, not like punishment, but like a gift from a god to him.

Siodor took a few glances before he dared to look again, afraid that after a few more glances, something beyond his expectation would happen. He inlaid the cut eye on a round brooch, and then pinned the brooch inside his underwear-where no one else could see it.

He can't see either.

He sorted his clothes, and touched the brooch with his fingers through the fabric. The eyes are in the center, as if his fingers are touching that eye. This was his biggest secret. Siodor touched it a few times before doing it, then put the painting back into the dark room.

Since then, this brooch has been stuck in his underwear. The cloth concealed its figure, and no one knew the secret. With his most cryptic thought, Siodor condensed all his emotions on this little brooch.

He raised his head and looked out the window, his gaze passed through all the buildings, through the destroyed cage, through the long narrow paths, falling on the person who fled, and falling into the darkness where no sunlight was seen all year round. place

-The opposite of the mainland.

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On the opposite side of the continent, deep in the darkness.

Dark Vatican.

After Shen Fengyue was robbed from the cage by the Dark Cultists, she rushed to the Dark Vatican without stopping.

There is a barrier where the front and back of the mainland meet, and you will reach the back of the mainland after crossing this barrier. There is no sunlight here all year round, and the ink-like darkness obscures the sky, intercepting all the light, not even a faint trace of light can pass through, and the illumination is all based on the dark flame spell.

Different from the front side of the mainland, the back side of the mainland is full of abundance of dark elements. People who believe in the gods of darkness and practice dark spells can be said to be like fish in water here, while the light spells are heavily restricted, and their power is minimal. Wei Wei is basically equivalent to an ordinary person.

The Dark Vatican is hidden in the black fog, and you can see its true colors when you walk into the depths of the fog. Shen Fengyue was led into the hall, and then saw the man sitting on the throne directly above.

The man stretched out one long leg, and stepped on the throne with the other leg. His posture was indulgent and wanton, with his head hanging down and leaning on the back seat, his black hair concealed his expression, as if he was sleeping in a fake sleep.

The man stayed there quietly, like a stone statue, silent and motionless, but formed a strong coercion, making anyone who sees him vigilant-this is not a simple guy.

This is the son of darkness. Shen Fengyue quickly judged the identity of the other party in her heart since seeing him the first time.

The Dark Son noticed the arrival, and his unmoving figure finally moved. He opened a pair of deep eyes and did not raise his head. He only said in a low voice, "Here?"

When someone brings him there, he can return to his life: "The son of darkness, the betrayer of the gods, Si La has brought him."

Shen Fengyue didn't want to talk about these pretending titles anymore. He had an indifferent attitude, but the next moment he was taken aback by the son of darkness.

The Dark Child suddenly raised his head, and the moment he raised his head, the other half of his face was exposed in front of people. Intricate and unknown black spells were tattooed on half of his face. Those spells had already covered his original appearance, leaving only a deep eye with an unpredictable light.

Shen Fengyue: "..." Are the saints of the Dark Vatican dressed up so wild?

Shen Fengyue, who is almost entirely white, is incompatible with this place with black as the main color, like a drop of milky white paint being dripped into the thick black sewage, it is not the darkness that swallows it, or it blends into the black to stir up Little changes.

"Welcome to the opposite side of the mainland, traitor to the gods." The Dark Son didn't put down his propped legs, but put a hand on it gently, "The mainland hates you from the front, fears you, and regards you as unknown. But the mainland The opposite is different. We are very pleased to welcome you."

His voice was rough, like a small pebble rubbed across a piece of rough sandpaper, leaving an obscure and harsh aftertaste.

What he said is true. Everything on the front and back of the mainland is the opposite. On the front of the mainland, those who rebel against the gods are despised and regarded as ominous things, but on the back they are like mascots.

But to be honest, for the sake of a mascot, he was rescued and burned the Guangming Vatican, attracting the latter's pursuit. Unless it's the people of the Dark Vatican who have problems in their brains, it's not worth thinking about it.

Sure enough, Shen Fengyue's conjecture was confirmed, and the Dark Son said: "Rebel, the Dark Vatican rescues you not on a whim, but for the dark god sacrificial scripture a month later."

Shen Fengyue rolled her eyes silently in her heart, let's see, let's just say, it must be conditional to save him, people are not so stupid, just to be a mascot consumes so much manpower, material resources and financial resources.

But no matter what their purpose is, sending him to the Dark Vatican and to the side of the task target is the greatest assistance to him.

As we all know, whether it is the Holy See of Light or the Holy See of Darkness, anyone with the word "Jiao" will have a fixed tradition-sacrifice to the gods they believe in.

The rebels were cursed by the God of Light, but were blessed and loved by the God of Darkness. The participation of rebels in the sacrament to the dark god will greatly please the dark god.

After the Dark Son understood all this, he waved his hand, letting people take Shen Fengyue down to have a good rest, only to participate in the holy scripture that day.

The same trick was seen in the last world. Shen Fengyue has rich experience and realized that the so-called holy scripture is definitely not as simple as he said. There may be bloodshed.

In the following days, Shen Fengyue was placed in the room. He tried his best to get close to the Son of Darkness, but he couldn't, or they would not meet him at all, he was kept under house arrest in the room, and he went out to relax from time to time, but it was shrouded in darkness all day long, and there was really nothing to see. Head, Shen Fengyue still chose to stay in the room.

Shen Fengyue was in a daze in the room, and suddenly remembered something. He looked down at his bright and white fingers without any scars.

Legend has it that the blood of a traitor can corrupt everything, so...

He took out the fruit knife in the drawer of the bedside, and lightly made a one-centimeter opening on the belly of his finger.

The moment the skin and flesh were cut, the blade that touched the skin and flesh made a corroded sound. Shen Fengyue raised the fruit knife and found that the blade had been corroded into a small cut.

Bright red blood came out of the wound, and he carefully squeezed the wound again, turning his hand to drip the blood on the ground, and the same sound of the floor tiles being corroded came.

"It turned out to be true..." Shen Fengyue murmured.

The system snorted: "That's still fake, when did I lie to you?"

Isn't he a walking humanoid sulfuric acid?

The wound could not be bandaged because all objects would be corroded by the blood, so he could only put his finger face up to prevent the blood from dripping and corroding other objects, waiting for the wound to coagulate on its own. Fortunately, the wound is not big, and it can be saved.

Shen Fengyue looked at the half-condensed wound, her eyes flickered, and she began to think.

Right now he has no chance to get close to the bug, and the only time is on the day when the holy scripture is sacrificed. It seems that that day will be a fierce battle. But as long as he kills the Dark Son and lives his life before he breathes, the task is complete.

Only when the task is completed, I am afraid there is no chance to say goodbye to Siodor, he said silently.

Shen Fengyue was making meticulous preparations for that day. What he didn't expect was that he said that Cao Cao would be there, and Siodor, who regretted that he could not see the last time, actually appeared in front of him.

At that time, the day of the holy scripture was approaching, and the Dark Vatican sent a manpower called care, which was actually a supervision. Siodor took advantage of the crowds.

He changed the color of his hair and pupil, and brought Shen Fengyue in for dinner.

Shen Fengyue glanced hastily at the dishes on the table and recognized that they were all dishes that nourished blood and nourished energy. Red jujube and white fungus soup, fried pig liver, stewed pigeon... It seems that for fear that he will not have enough blood, Shen Fengyue guessed that he might have bloodletting.

"I'm talking about your dishes..." He raised his head and said only halfway. The food delivery person did not leave, and still stood there waiting for him.

Although he changed his hair color and pupil color, he even made some changes in his appearance, making him different from his true appearance. But Shen Fengyue still recognized it, this was Siodor.

With that unique temperament, his unique feeling when looking at people, and the aura he has felt when getting along with each other for so long, these all helped him recognize the true identity of this person.

"Siodor..." He broke his identity, and the next sentence was, "Why did you come? How did you come? Why did you come? Are you here to catch me?"

He asked several questions in a row, making Siodor not know which one to answer, but his brows softened a bit, and he said, "You come back with me."

Shen Fengyue immediately took a few steps back vigilantly, and stopped after a certain distance from him. Hearing this, I couldn't help but sneered: "What do you do when you go back? Are you locked up again, and spent your whole life in the circle? Or which day will you get bored and just kill it?"

Siodor was speechless to ask these questions.

After saying this, Shen Fengyue let out a long sigh of relief, as if a nasty breath, and then she was surprised, it turned out that she was already dissatisfied with the previous imprisonment of the Guangming Holy See?

After escaping that cage, he finally had the courage to express his dissatisfaction.

Siodor looked at him, and then said: "You did not escape this time voluntarily but forcedly. So the Holy See does not hold you accountable. As long as you are willing to go back with me, I am willing to persuade His Majesty to treat you lightly."

"In the name of the Holy See, in the name of God, sentence you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Shen Fengyue.

Shen Fengyue laughed, and even burst into tears. He trembled and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Siodor, what are you talking about?"

"Do you think you can still control me now, absolutely impossible!" He narrowed his eyes, "Give up, I won't go back with you when I come out."

"Don't trust the sly guys of the Dark Vatican." Siodor thought he didn't know the truth, so he could persuade him, "They don't want you to live, come back with me."

Shen Fengyue looked at him coldly, he didn't want to live, this time it must be a fierce battle to kill the Son of Darkness, and he might have to sacrifice his life.

It took a long time before he said: "You don't care about me, I have my own decision."

Siodor was silent, sticking there motionless.

Shen Fengyue drove him away, but Siodor insisted not to leave. Shen Fengyue laughed angrily and asked him why he didn't leave, but Siodor said to guard him.

Shen Fengyue: "..." Come on, just keep it.

He went to bed without caring about the person, and went to sleep. After a while, he heard the person in the bed breathe evenly and smoothly.

Siodor stood on the head of the bed and looked at him, gently tucking the quilt corner for him.

"Good night, good dreams." Then I sat on the bench and slept lightly, actually guarding him all night.

When Shen Fengyue opened his eyes the next day, he found a figure standing by the bed. His heart beat a few times in fright. When he found that it was an acquaintance, he was so angry that he grabbed the pillow and threw it at the person.

Siodor took the pillow, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why he was hit by the pillow.

Shen Fengyue sat on the bedside and looked at him: "You really watched me all night?"

Siodor hummed softly.

Shen Fengyue: "..." Tsk, idiot.

Forget it, don't care about fools. He got out of bed and sat in front of the vanity mirror to comb his hair.

Shen Fengyue's hair grows fast, it has grown a bit, he is very precious, and every morning he gets up to observe his hair in the mirror.

In addition to him today, there was a scorching gaze behind him towards the hair that had just emerged and was not long.

Shen Fengyue turned his head and saw Siodor staring straight at his hair. A sense of crisis emerged spontaneously. He suddenly hugged his head, trying to protect his hair. Unexpectedly, the other party was faster, and I didn't know where to take out a pair of scissors, cut off a bunch of his hair quickly, and then quietly hid in the inside of his clothes like a baby.

"!!!"

Shen Fengyue was shocked, this person is perverted! Isn't it true? Is the obsession of the people of the Holy See of Guangming to shave his head so deep? He has only a few baby hairs now, can't you let it go? !

After the haircut occurred, Shen Fengyue became more defensive against Siodor. Even when he went to bed, he had to wear a nightcap to hold his hair around, for fear that his head would be completely blank when he woke up.

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The day of the sacrificial ceremony soon arrived. When Shen Fengyue's hair grew to his shoulders, the Dark Vatican began to act.

Shen Fengyue finally saw the Son of Darkness after a long time, and today is his only mobile phone meeting. After passing this village, there is no such shop.

He was dressed extremely luxuriously and solemnly, and then led to the venue where the ceremony was held by the supervisor.

The Dark Child, dressed in a costume and holding a scepter, is located at the highest point of the field, surrounded by countless people in a protective posture.

While the other party was reciting a long and complex chant, Shen Fengyue was silently assessing the strength of the enemy and the enemy, and from which direction they would be able to protrude and slay in front of the Son of Darkness the fastest. Siodor has already been arranged by him to a long distance. This is his own fight, even a fateful situation, so Shen Fengyue does not want to involve innocent people in.

He subconsciously rubbed the dagger hidden in the left sleeve with his right hand through the cloth, and a sense of security suddenly rose in his heart. It was his weapon, and Shen Fengyue planned to let the blood flow.

The Dark Child was still chanting, but it had come to an end. At this time, Shen Fengyue moved her feet at will, and suddenly found something was wrong. He scratched the ground again with his feet, with a slight strangeness, and the floor tiles under his feet had shallow lines.

not good! His heart moved.

At this moment, just when the last sound of the eulogy fell, Shen Fengyue saw the Son of Darkness smile at him in the gap through the wall of heavy people.

Shen Fengyue's pupils tightened.

The change came extremely fast, almost at the same time that the song of the song fell, the place centered on Shen Fengyue