【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The girl returned to the palace.

It is said that it is a palace, but now it seems that it is just a room with a terrifyingly high roof. There are no extra walls to block the space. As far as the eye can see, there are only a towering throne and an ice coffin that is not stained.

The gap on the coffin lid that she had previously knocked to make a magic weapon had not been filled, and there was a cold glow on the edge that had not been polished well.

Everything was just as it was when she left, as if she had just left the house in the morning and returned in the evening.

The ice chain that had been carefully wrapped around her forehead was now wrapped around her slender neck.

The girl's footsteps stood still at the door, but the Queen's footsteps did not pause at all. She just lazily raised her hand and hooked it in the air. The girl's chin was forced to move forward, and she could not maintain balance under her feet. She was humiliating. His posture staggered two steps.

The girl tightened her grip on the ice chain around her neck, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

"Mother, is it because of 'Chisu' that you don't kill me?"

It is true that the girl solved the financial case, and coupled with the hard work of the "rich man", the name "Chi Su" became known to everyone in the short month of the girl's stay in Zhihuang, which means that everyone is different. Now, everyone actually has high praise for such a mysterious information worker.

If we put aside the fact that the "rich man" stabbed him in the back, his move was truly wonderful.

but--

The girl let the thin chain wrap around her fingertips.

How to end it now?

"Rich Man", and my mother.

Facts have proved that this is nothing for the girl to worry about.

Because almost a day after the girl's physical sensation time passed, the "rich man" opened the door of the palace.

The girl had no sleep all night, but she seemed to be sitting obediently in the ice coffin, feeling the familiar cold wrapping her up and dragging her down.

The Queen left yesterday.

He sat on the throne, playing with the invisible thin chain, watching with satisfaction as the girl was forced to stagger due to his movements.

As if he finally found control over the girl from this behavior, a smile appeared on his usually cold face.

Even so, she still did not completely give up the mask of "love" - ​​or in other words, it had been engraved into His bones. He would still gently wave to the girl, let her lie on his knees, and then run his fingers through her long hair tenderly.

"Won't you kill me, mother?"

The girl lay on the Queen's lap, feeling the distant yet intimate caress. This call of mother sounded playful and ironic.

In this posture, she naturally missed the flash of surprise on the Queen's face.

This is at--

Want to die?

The hand that was originally in the hair moved to the girl's chin in a second, holding up the girl's head at a strange angle, forcing her to look at the queen.

"I guess you haven't figured it out yet—"

"Whether it's life or death, you have no right to decide for yourself."

The queen leaned down and got close to the girl's face:

"Am I too indulgent to you? Let you think that everything about you belongs to you."

"Or do you think that just because Barbatos has taken away my divine power for you, that will give you the right to challenge me?"

Such a close distance was enough for the Queen to capture the flash of light in the girl's eyes when "Barbatos" was mentioned.

This kind of light is absolutely absent when facing Him.

There was reverence, fear, and unswerving loyalty in her eyes when she looked at Him——

But not enough, far from enough.

That fleeting emotion was yearning, trust, and——

Love.

He stared intently at the eyes that were the same as hers——

Now, how come you are contaminated by others?

Similarly, the girl could clearly distinguish the dark and suppressed anger in the Queen's eyes——

She angered Him.

Although I don’t know which sentence it is, it is useful after all.

Are you finally taking action?

If she dies again - she can go out again, right?

Maybe not once, but twice, three times, or the next thousand times.

But it doesn't matter.

She's used to it.

Her instinct prevents her from harming or even disobeying the Queen.

No matter how tit-for-tat she was with Him, she knew one thing:

Her body would do nothing to disobey.

If we want to delve deeper into the reason, it’s probably——

Deep down in her heart, she has been longing for the love that belongs to her mother.

The attraction of that love to her was too great. It was obviously a matter of course, but she couldn't reach it.

It's obvious, it's obvious, her mother is a loving God, why, why is Dudu so cruel to her?

Just like a child who is quarreling with his family, every cruel word he blurts out is a signal for help. In every word, in every pause for breath, in the uncontrollable sobs and howls, there is a silent cry for help. Help:

Love love me.

Those rebellious people who show their teeth and claws are nothing more than repeatedly testing the bottom line of "love" in the most immature way to make sure that they are being loved.

Although this desire did not prevent her from wanting to escape.

Because there are too many important things above "love".

Such as responsibility, such as freedom.

Besides, too many people have sacrificed for her.

The life she was carrying was no longer hers alone.

Not being loved is never a shameful thing.

It is to live up to love.

She may have been born with a gambler's mentality. As long as she thinks it's worth something, no matter how much it costs or what the odds of winning are, she's willing to bet everything——

"Mother, if you don't kill me, I will run away."

The girl tried her best to keep her tone as frivolous and cheerful as possible, and her voice bounced around the empty palace before falling lightly to the ground.

The space becomes silent again.

"..."

It's a kiss.

Is it a kiss? !

The girl's pupils dilated, and all her senses automatically blocked out all stimulation except this kiss——

Mother, kissing her.

This is a scene that I never expected,

Not just a skin-to-skin kiss, but a deep, immersive, and aggressive kiss.

No - this is not right!

As their lips and teeth mingled, strong ice elements surged into her body, like sharp embroidery needles piercing her blood vessels.

"Well!"

The hand pinching the girl's face became tighter and tighter, even pinching the skin red, making it impossible for the girl to escape despite her constant struggle.

don't want--

How could I still be willing to be a puppet after working so hard?

During the struggle, tears fell to the corners of his mouth and were scattered in the kiss.

wind.

Howling, gentle, and heavy wind.

At a moment when neither of them noticed, the mark belonging to the God of Wind on the girl's wrist had already lit up. The wind element flowed into the girl's bloodline along the wrist. The ice elements that penetrated deeply were shaken away in an instant and backfired on the Queen's body. .

Feeling that the pressure on her body became lighter, the girl pushed the queen away suddenly. Because of the excessive force, she rolled down the steps uncontrollably, hitting the ice coffin with a slight vibration.

The queen on the throne covered her mouth, still unable to hide the blood dripping down.

OK, Barbatos.

Do you still have this hand?