Chapter 69

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"???"

"!!!!!!"

"Although I know it shouldn't be, but I can't control it...!! This picture is too astringent!"

"Hastily, what's the situation!"

"And a tattoo is like a name... ah ah ah ah, I can't stand it anymore, it's so fragrant! It's so fragrant! Is this something you can't pay for? Help!"

"Only, I can't help it, I'm thinking a little... Have you knocked CP!"

"Grass, wait for one, also ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Can't stand the emergency society burst!"

The man raised his hand, the tip of his scarlet tongue stuck out, and elegantly licked the blood on his fingertips.

"No wonder it's so full of appetite for you."

He licked the blood from his lips, raised a pair of golden eyes that were burning with hunger, and looked at the human being in front of him as if he were looking at prey:

"You have a very good soul."

He smiled silently, his burning gaze swept over the young man in front of him, and added lightly, "And the body."

"..."

After hearing the other party's "compliment", Wen Jianyan's mind couldn't help but stop for a second, and the rhetoric he had just prepared got stuck in his throat, making him speechless for a while, unable to say anything.

this? ? ?

Obviously it's only a short copy, why does the other party seem to be... more perverted than last time!

At this moment, not far away, the sound of the wall was a little stuck:

"Father God, that's him, freed them, and let them take revenge." It sounded extraordinarily simple, with unquestionable love and reverence for the human being in front of him:

"He liberates your fragments and makes you wake up."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

"He is your human replacement, and he has brought you many, many, new believers, and cult members. Although he is a human being, he is your cult leader."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

begging.

do not talk!

"..."

The man narrowed his icy golden eyes and repeated word by word, "Teach the leaders."

"If, you want, check your memory-"

Check memory? !

Do you still think you're not dying fast enough?

Wen Jianyan's back froze, and she hurriedly interrupted the wall's continuous lowering of her chances of survival:

"Father!"

The other party paused and raised his eyes silently.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and forced herself to calm down:

"actually……"

The man gently hooked his fingers.

Wen Jianyan felt the icy darkness clinging to his neck and cheeks like silk, wrapping round and round tightly, sealing his mouth tightly:

"No no no!"

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened and she tried to make a sound, but she could only squeeze broken syllables out of her throat.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass! The anchor is finished!"

"Ahhhhh the dog liar is really finished!"

"Mommy! The liar can't talk anymore!"

"Hahahahahahahaha it's so miserable, it's so miserable, but why can't I stop laughing!"

The man withdrew his gaze and raised his eyes to the wall not far away: "Continue."

Next, Wen Jianyan hung on the wall softly, and listened to the wall's unrelenting praise and admiration for him for three minutes with empty eyes.

"Yeah yeah……"

Tiny voices sounded in all directions.

"The leader is really nice."

"The sect master said that his words were the words of God the Father, and he conveyed your wishes to them while you were asleep."

"Yes yes, he said you were sleeping, and there would be nothing to save you but yourself."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Done.

People are gone.

There's really no more now.

However, during the period of forcibly closing the wheat, Wen Jianyan noticed some details that he had not been aware of before.

This ghost boss seems to be a little more sober in every instance.

In the first instance, the other party had just woken up and could not communicate. He would only "eat" under the domination of his instincts, his memory was blurred, and his reaction was chaotic. Although he would respond to his lies, he was essentially ignorant.

When the second dungeon met, the other party's language function had gradually become fluent. Although there was still a lot of lack of common sense, he was able to talk and communicate with him.

But this time, the other party's state was completely different from the previous instances.

The logic is clear, each behavior has a strong purpose "sex", consciously dominates and controls everything around him, and the feeling it brings is more and more dangerous and uncontrollable.

It's like... a beast gradually regaining its sanity.

He has strength and wisdom.

The combination of these two points is always the most feared.

Although the opponent was very dangerous in the first two dungeons, he didn't have too much vigilance against him, a weak human being, and didn't even treat him as an enemy. As long as he was "played" properly, he could be completely deceived and "manipulated". of.

but now……

Recalling the "fuck" he had done in the last instance, Wen Jianyan believed that the road was basically blocked.

However, that doesn't mean he has no chance of winning.

Even...just the opposite.

Only the wise can be persuaded.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her amber eyes were hidden under her long eyelashes, and the bottom of her eyes flickered.

Finally, the surroundings quieted down.

The thick darkness came next, as if it had cut off all other sounds. The sudden silence pulled Wen Jianyan back from his thoughts. His eyelashes trembled, and he finally returned to reality. He raised his eyes carefully. From the gap, sneak in the direction of the evil spirit.

Suddenly, the darkness that had been surrounding Wen Jianyan suddenly moved.

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened, and she found that she was being pulled by the darkness, and her whole body floated in the direction of the man uncontrollably.

"No! No!"

There was a muffled groan in his throat.

The man's palm pressed against his waist and abdomen, rubbing along the solidified wound.

Soon, the wound collapsed, and the scarlet blood slid down the youth's graceful and firm muscles.

The opponent's fingertips were as cold as ice, stained with warm blood, slowly winding upward, the scarlet color was smeared in front of the young man's firm chest, and finally stopped on the opponent's slender neck.

"Are you the leader of the believers?"

The throat under the fingertips is so white and soft, it trembles slightly, and the thin, warm skin can touch the beating heartbeat.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

The strong pulse beats irregularly, fresh and full of life.

Under the pressure, the other's throat bone trembled slightly unconsciously, rolling flexibly in his palm, bringing a strong itch.

The man lowered his golden eyes, his eyes full of aggression fell on the human's throat, as if he could tear the other's throat in the next second.

His voice was low and he said slowly:

"The leader?"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Wen Jianyan blinked desperately, mobilizing any movable joint in her body, and her body language showed a strong intention to speak.

The youth's body is full of heat and vitality, bouncing and rubbing, like a disobedient fish, spared no effort to show a strong vitality.

"..."

The man's golden eyes darkened involuntarily.

He raised his fingers graciously.

The next second, Wen Jianyan felt that all the restraints on his body disappeared 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 down his throat and coughed piercingly.

In the pitch-black space, except for his cough, there was only a dead silence in his ears.

Finally, slowly, the young man's coughing stopped.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and raised her eyes to the man in front of her: "That's right."

Because of the violent cough just now, his voice is still a little hoarse, with a grit-like texture: "It is indeed the leader of your believers, the leader of your sect."

The man lowered his golden eyes and stared at the young man at his feet with no sorrow or joy.

"I don't know how long you have been sealed, but what you have accomplished in less than three days is more than you have been sleeping for a hundred years."

The young man looked up at him without hesitation, and said in a hoarse voice: "Not only did you liberate your original soul from the first mirror, but also unsealed your soul fragment from the suppression of Po Wen, rescued your believers, and also At least triple your congregation!"

"You are a god, but you are a sealed god."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and said disrespectful words: "Guess, your soul hasn't been completely freed from the seal yet, right?"

"Or, haven't all the pieces been collected yet?"

The young man raised his black eyelashes wet with tears, his eyes were full of fragile water from the cough just now, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and the white chest was full of scars.

He smiled briefly:

"You won't find any more popes than you have."

"Yes, it is indeed not religious enough."

"What about a godly idiot?"

Wen Jianyan raised her head, her amber eyes were dripping with water, with a little indescribable danger, sin, fragility, and "fascinating" people.

His voice was low and low, and the ending was hoarse, as if tempting, and almost provocative:

"Or... don't you believe in a tame soul?"