Chapter 1186 The Whisper of the Evil God
In the world of Ninety-nine, it started to rain at some point.
The rain poured down, and the heavy rain hit her face crazily, making her extremely beautiful face look even colder.
It is also a rain of desire.
The target of this rain has changed from all living beings to her alone.
All the weight came to her alone.
Ninety-nine's wet long hair hung down below her shoulders, and the heavy rain accumulated under her and turned into a lake.
The waterline soon covered her waist.
The water surface is like a mirror, clearly reflecting two identical figures and identical faces.
The desire that once invaded all immortals is now devoted to one person.
The soaked skirt clung to her skin, as if every inch of her body and every strand of hair had absorbed the rainwater, making her body feel particularly cold and heavy.
Ninety-nine lowered his eyes and looked at his own reflection in the water.
Now, is even this body full of ‘desires’?
She raised her heavy arm and waved away the palm that the evil god stretched out towards her.
Under the cold rain, Ninety-nine's face is even more beautiful and ruthless.
Even though her whole body was bathed in desire, she still firmly and unwaveringly refused the evil god's invitation.
The evil god whose palm was waved away had a subtle change in his indifferent face that did not look like a mortal.
‘She’ raised her eyelids, her cold brows hinting at the color of the night sky in the gentle season.
"Xiaojiu, are you rejecting me?"
The familiar face, the familiar voice, the familiar title made Ninety-Nine's pupils shrink tightly, and his eyes burst with excitement. The cold light that came out seemed to be colder than the rain.
She raised her gaze, as if a dead doll finally reacted like a living person, and anger spread from the depths of her eyes like wildfire.
"No! Use this face! Call me like this!"
The sound of Xiaojiu made her eardrums buzz.
At that moment, the blood in her body flowed extremely fast, and her consciousness seemed to fall into silence at this moment.
Cold water droplets fell from the tips of the dark, cold hair on her forehead to the water.
The patter of heavy rain could be heard in my ears, shattering the two reflections in the water.
Ninety-Nine's consciousness was in a trance, as if he had returned to the midsummer night of that year.
Green lanterns swaying in the waves, piles of bamboo, dense trees, shadows of the moon, sparse fences and water isolation.
When she opened her eyes, the first scene she saw in the world was a full moon high in the sky, a sky full of stars, a beautiful night, and a woman in white clothes covered with snow holding a carving knife in her jade hand.
The night wind blew the fine osmanthus blossoms and landed on her head. She accidentally shook off the golden osmanthus flowers, leaving a cold fragrance in her hair.
She was lowering her eyes to look at the half-open furnace heart crystal core, the pen knife was in perfect position, and not a single stroke of the rune was missing.
But under her pen knife, a smart doll was born, but it refused to be born alive.
The night is like ink, the autumn sky is long, the woman's eyebrows are smooth, and she is covered with the fragrance of cold plum and grass, a clear and bitter taste.
She looked at the masterpiece lying on the balcony casually, and for a moment it seemed like summer stars fell in her eyes.
Her cold voice was like snow washing over a spring, and her voice was clear and clear: "Xiaojiu, are you rejecting me?"
A very normal tone, nothing unpleasant at all.
Dolls are not born in this world according to the common principles of the world and the cycle of life and death of yin and yang.
She was supposed to be manipulated like a cold toy, but she was given consciousness and thoughts that a doll should not have.
She refused to live.
But when she opened her eyes, what she saw was such a bright and beautiful world. On a midsummer night with flying flowers, the moon exuded a clear brilliance, and fireflies were flying in the sky. To guide the souls looking for food in the dark and hesitant night.
A river of stars, a long array of lamps, the snow-like woman in the south of the Yangtze River looked up at the summer night sky, the night fog rolled around, and the smile that gradually appeared in her cold eyes was half-clear:
" Stars shining all over the sky, sunset The dusk in the Western Mountains, the snow-covered riverside in the Cangshan Mountains, once you open your eyes, you have to see them all. "
"So you...are you still rejecting me?"
As a person. Lord Yinghuo, the pen knife is in hand.
Life and death are not controlled by the puppet master, but by the puppet master.
The carvings on her fingertips were blooming. No matter how she refused, she could only accept her fate and be born in this world.
But she still carefully and patiently seduces him with the splendor of the world.
If she is not moved, she maintains her refusal.
The pen knife in her hand will never fall again, even if what is lying on the balcony is a rare treasure in the world and a thousand years of hard work.
If she chooses to sleep, she will agree.
No one in the world knew that in this long night with dreams in the sky, she had her own choice.
Memories that have never been forgotten seem to be floating up from the water, heavy and wet.
There was confusion in Jiujiu’s ears.
She stood there motionless, as if she was about to be swallowed up by the heavy rain.
The evil god on the opposite side seemed to have broken some invisible shackles of isolation at this moment. It walked through the thick water and heavy rain without encountering any hindrance.
Wherever she passed, the rainwater separated itself, and the lake water avoided itself. Her clothes were not even half wet, and she was not absorbed into the body by the ninety-nine like just now.
The two spirits are clearly separated in the same body, and they get closer step by step.
The boundary line between the two was disrupted and mixed by the rain, and it came to the front of Jiujiu with an easy pace.
The evil god lowered his eyelids indifferently, but there was false pity in his eyes. He looked at the ninety-nine whose body was frozen and cold, as if the control center of the puppet was completely broken and unable to move.
The Evil God raised his hand and placed it against Jiujiu's heart, finally touching her heart with his own hands.
Jiujiu's body suddenly stiffened, her waist straightened forward, her arms naturally hanging loosely behind her, and the eyes in her eyes turned completely dark.
The cracks of pollution continued to spread from her heart to her cheeks, and the eyes of the True Ancestor Evil God emitted a colorful and strange light, which was because it was absorbing the heart of Jiujiu.
It put its lips to her ear, whispering in her ear like a demon:
"So, this is your purpose."
"You actually... …fooled everyone.”
The arms hanging on both sides moved slightly, perhaps because he sensed that his heart was being peered into, and a strong sense of struggle appeared in Ninety-nine's dark eyes.
The True Ancestor Evil God chuckled, and saw it raised an arm. The ripples on the lake surface rose, and countless transparent silk threads emerged from the water, tightly wrapped around Ninety-nine's slender necks. .
The fair skin was tightly bound by the transparent silk thread as thin as a hair, and streaks of bright red liquid were drawn out, dyeing the transparent silk thread a striking scarlet color.
"Since your purpose is so clear, why are you still hesitating? Is it because I am the evil that your Lord should destroy, that is why you are reluctant to accept me?"
While speaking, , there are more silk threads growing through the water, like a spider web that pulls prey into the abyss, wrapped around Jiujiu's limbs, waist, thighs, and shoulders.
As the light from the eyes of the True Ancestor Evil God became brighter and weirder, the threads emerging from the lake seemed to be stretched to the extreme at this moment.
Mao Fu pulled at Jiujiu's slender body, pulling her down into the lake little by little. The True Ancestor Evil God looked at Jiujiu, whose eyes were dark and distracted. Her body was pulled back by those silk threads, and her pitifully thin waist completed an astonishing arc, but even though she was entangled with so many threads of desire.
Her body was still as flexible as the grass on the cliff. It was extremely difficult to pull her body completely into the lake.
The heart of the furnace where the True Ancestor Evil God's palm is placed is cold, filthy and powerful, and the body under the palm is obviously so delicate and soft.
But at this moment, it felt that what it was pushing was a heavy mountain.
At this point, are you still so strong inside?
In today's world, there are not many existences that can make even the True Ancestor Evil God feel troublesome.
You must know that this doll does not have the karma of that young man.
"This willpower really amazes me. If it weren't for the appearance of this boy, maybe you could really become my one-time perfect container, right?"
"But have you thought about it? Do you really want to reject me again and again?
The shadow witches you have been in for the past ten years will all be purified by that sword. Your enemy at this moment is not me
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If I hesitate again, I have no desire to eat, and I will seal it into the ten again. "Fang Jian"
The True Ancestor Evil God sighed softly in her ear and said: "Shi Fang Sword... That is your untouchable mission..."
Hearing 'Shi Fang Jian'. When the word "Fang Jian" came out, Jiujiu's whole body suddenly trembled, and his dark eyes without white eyes trembled deeply!
The last trace of emotion on her face disappeared.
The thick black mist of desire spurted out from her body, so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye.
The True Ancestor Evil God raised his face, closed his eyes, and showed an intoxicated and gluttonous expression:
“He also said that he was some kind of unintentional doll, which carried the consciousness of Xue Fu and gave birth to his soul. You, your strong desire really surprises me.
Even this body can’t carry your inner desires. What reason do you have to refuse me?”
The palm against his heart suddenly sank with force, and the True Ancestor Evil God suddenly approached and gently held Ninety-Nine's cold and heavy body in his arms.
The arc of the smile on its lips also widened: "Does the death of your master make you very painful?"
"You claim to be careless and do not understand the seven emotions, but after all you are A colored soul born according to a ray of divine consciousness, deceiving itself and shaping itself into an incompetent person. What kind of mood does a love machine feel like?”
“I am very curious”
“How does Yinghuo, which relies on orders to maintain the meaning of existence, have no master. What about those who wander around the world under such circumstances?”
"I think your master has never entered any instructions into your furnace heart in all this, right?"
"Do you think that as a doll, you are not worthy of having wishes?"
< br>"After you have done all this, you have lost your original value, and the little wish in your heart that was not born for you will also I will abandon you and leave you forever."
"Your plan is so ruthless that there is no way out, and even you are involved in it..."
The True Ancestor Evil God raised the corners of his lips. , "But so what, everyone can be satisfied from the moment their wishes are fulfilled.
And the day your wish comes true, you are destined to get no response, and there is only boundless loneliness waiting for you. "
"It's very painful. Your master has only left you for more than ten years, and he has already made you taste the pain of loneliness. "
"When your wish comes true, the soul under your body will only breed endless loneliness, and you will have nothing but pain. ”
The evil god hugged her tightly, it seemed to be a warm embrace, resisting the wind and rain for her.
But whether it was warmth or resistance to the wind and rain, it was just an illusion. .
The True Ancestor Evil God is a god who worships the abyss with an extremely bad temperament.
Raindrops hit its back one after another, but they failed to take away any weight for her. The seemingly tiny raindrops fell down finely and densely, but they passed through the evil god's body. It was like a heavy force coming from a falling star.
The increasingly dense rain lines cause the water level of the lake in this space to rise faster and faster.
Soon, the water line covered her waist, chest, neck, and cheeks.
In the end, his face, eyebrows, and eyes were all immersed in the cold lake water.
Suddenly there was nothing under Ninety-Nine's feet, and there was a heavy floating feeling of weightlessness.
The ground beneath her feet disappeared. She was hugged tightly by the evil god and completely pushed into the lake.
Her hair, clothes, and even the translucent silk threads wrapped around her body were suspended in the water.
The evil god hugged her and kept sinking, sinking...
It looked at Jiujiu’s pair of eyes that were so dark that no light could shine through, and continued to smile and said:
"The master who created you will abandon you without hesitation, so who else in this world is willing to stay for you?
Although you are very good at entertaining yourself with this cold heart of the heart, from nothingness I have found an empty mission for myself.”
“But now, because. The existence of that karmic boy and even that illusory mission will be far away from you."
"Xiaojiu, do you know? You don't live like a human being or a doll at this moment. Are you more like a monster?"
"Monster..."
"There are no similar ones."
Ninety-nine limbs were pulled by the countless transparent threads.
For a moment, it was not clear whether she was pressed into the abyss by the evil god or dragged into the abyss by these threads of desire.
The Evil God held up Jiujiu’s chin, caressed her pale and cold cheek with his palm, with a kind of pitiful compassion in his eyes:
“But I am more suitable to be a woman than you. Monster.”
"In the process of realizing your wish, I can feel the pain of your broken heart."
"You don't know where your pain is? You stubbornly sealed them in the array circuit, but you What cannot be changed is their true existence. "
The evil god pressed his forehead against Jiujiu's forehead, and two extremely deep vortexes condensed in the depths of his pupils, as if they were trying to swallow the human soul. Suck it in.
"But I am a real monster. I will not feel pain, fear, or confusion. Give me your body and sacrifice your soul to me."
"I I will fulfill all your wishes, and I will hold everything you want in front of you.”
"Only a monster like me can truly love you."
"Even if this love is born from desire, it is also real."
"So, Choose me?”
There are more and more silk threads on Jiujiu’s body, but no shadow witch is born behind her.
Because, for her at this moment, the evil god is the most realistic shadow witch projected from her heart.
Same appearance, same desires.
The evil god smiled and raised his hand to cover her eyes.
"Go to sleep, child, and leave the rest to me."
There was a soft snap.
The half-stretched arm of the Evil God was suddenly stopped by a pale palm.
The clear sound of breaking strings resounded from the deep water bottom.
(End of this chapter)