Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

If anyone had told him at any point before today that he would easily let go of the last damned nightmare, he would have thought that person was talking nonsense.

He had been so determined to kill Fred even before the first few minutes.

But at this moment, Fred's name had almost been forgotten.

His old castle had no sunlight for a long time, and an unknown number of undead people were trapped here. As long as one walked in, no matter how strong the sun outside was, the dark atmosphere would naturally flow from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

This is indeed the place where Mi Luo was born, and he loves it even more than Senna.So when Senna brought him home with an unknown teleportation magic, he was so happy that he couldn't speak. He didn't even change his bloody clothes. sit down.

Like a child who has just gone through an unpleasant trip and finally returned home.

How can a person who doesn't know how to read words and expressions understand Senna who is standing beside him and watching him quietly?The pool of red on Mi Luo's chest was extremely dazzling, but reflected on Mi Luo's body at this time, it looked like a child accidentally poured ketchup on his body.

In the words of the system, it is [He really disrespects the puddle of blood on his chest that Chu Heng finally created. 】

I don't know if Senna had the same idea. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly burst out and scolded: "Who allowed you to hug him!" He himself was taken aback.

If they were connected, they were all scared and disappeared without a trace.

Mi Luo was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, he anxiously argued: "I didn't do it on purpose, I just saw Master comforting me like this, so I... Master, I was wrong, Master, I will help you next time." Never again, master, I will always listen to you and ignore that Fred!"

His "Master" voice came into Senna's ears, it was really ear-piercing, reminding him that what he wanted to see and hear was not the person in front of him.

They are obviously the same body, whether it is language or movement habits, there is no slight similarity. Even the voice, Mi Luo in front of him, has raised that soft voice slightly.

But Shengzi seemed to be afraid that such a voice would not be able to suppress people, and the end of each sentence would sink. Later, it was because there were too many things pressing on him, and he lost even the strength of his voice.

It's so easy to meet the person he wants to see, he doesn't even need to say more than one word of the spell, he just needs to move his fingers, and he can come out.

Senna's right hand was as black as charcoal, and when his fingers touched the thing in his arms, he could even hear the sound of two hard objects colliding clearly.

As if he was afraid that his carbonized hand would damage that thing, Senna hurriedly put his left hand in, and carefully took it out. In an instant, the dark room was bright, and it was inlaid with magic crystals that contained the power of light. Without the refraction of sunlight, it can emit bright light naturally.

It was a mask that was only two fingers wide. Senna even carefully made a delicate nose pad, and carefully controlled the number of magic crystals so as not to crush his nose. Everything was as bright as he liked. color.

When Senna carefully made it, he thought that Mi Luo would like it.

But now, he is looking at it like an old craftsman finishing the last treasure in his life, groping for any inappropriate places.After the final inspection, Senna exhaled lightly.

Slowly looked at Mi Luo.

Mi Luo didn't like the bright look of this eyepatch-sized mask, but because Senna took it out, it reminded him of the promise the master made to himself after the master broke his mask that day. Thinking about it this way, he was very happy .

Seeing that Senna hadn't moved for a long time, he was eager to try, and asked in a low voice: "Master?"

"Hush." ​​Senna said this word very softly. He looked at Mi Luo's happy face, tightened his hand holding the mask slightly, and pressed his fingers on the magic crystal. It made his uninjured left hand smell like burning.

Senna unconsciously gripped the mask tighter and tighter: after all, the mask made with the greatest talent still couldn't be worn on his eyes himself.

He probably didn't like it, Senna thought with a wry smile, how could a few magic crystals compare to his original blessing from the Goddess of Light?

"Don't talk." Senna softly ordered Mi Luo, then walked towards him slowly, and solemnly put the mask on his eyes.He didn't care about the burning pain of his fingertips, and touched it lightly.

Mi Luo obediently closed her mouth.The mask covered Mi Luo's pure eyes that were always shining. In Senna's view, it was only in this way that he and the Son of God had such a momentary resemblance.

Senna stood in front of him like this, fantasizing that in front of him was the Mi Luo he wanted to see, but what would he say to him after seeing Mi Luo?

The bright red on Mi Luo's chest finally played its due role on Senna's body, it was very dazzling.

"Bishop Jia Defei died a terrible death at the hands of his most trusted person." After he finished speaking, he looked straight at Mi Luo's body for any reaction.

Senna even looked down on himself now, he instinctively had a lot of things to say to Mi Luo, but he didn't dare to ask him to come out.He was afraid that Mi Luo's soul would be hurt because of his stimulation, but at the moment after saying this sentence, he actually expected Mi Luo to respond.

Just like the reaction to saving Fred just now.

But he only saw the bewildered and bewildered person in front of him, as if he didn't know why his master wanted to talk about such a topic, but he still respected his master's order and obediently shut his mouth.

After saying that sentence, I inadvertently realized that the meaning had changed: "Do you think he is innocent? Do you feel sorry for him?"

"Then what about me? Didn't I die at the hands of the most trusted person? Has anyone ever pitied me?" He pointed at Mi Luo and said, "Do you think you are innocent?"

"Coincidentally, I felt the same way at the time, just like you today." The corners of his mouth curled up inappropriately, bringing extreme irony to what he said: "Even if you are being slaughtered by others today, you don't want to be bullied." It's so similar to me."

"Speak up." He almost couldn't control himself and went forward to shake Mi Luo's shoulders: "You gave me that reaction too!"

Mi Luo was frightened, subconsciously wanted to call: "Master."

"Don't call me that!" Senna couldn't control himself, and reprimanded him angrily: "Shut up, I didn't tell you to react."

Today was supposed to be his big day, killing the bishop to avenge his parents, using the same method to let Fred die, this is an explanation for him before.What about now?He easily gave up the revenge he had already obtained.

There seemed to be a kind of emotion filling his mind, almost filling it to the brim. This emotion appeared most frequently when the two names Mi Luo and Fred appeared in his mind at the same time.

And this emotion obviously made him lose his composure at this time, he put his hand on Mi Luo's still red and wet chest, pulled him closer and said over and over again: "Give me a reaction." , give me your reaction. I can cure you, don’t be afraid, just give me your reaction!”

But let him shake, although the people in front of him were trembling with fear and cowering, they still didn't give him the desired reaction.

You really like him that much?Hate me so much?Under the growing rage, it seemed that Senna couldn't even control his behavior, and when he came back to his senses, his lips were soft.

Originally, he wanted to use this method to anger Mi Luo, but once his lips were stained with such sweetness, all the anger seemed to have disappeared.

He had never thought about what Mi Luo's lips tasted like, but from the feedback he got now, it seemed that it should be like this, with the sweet taste lingering on his lips.

Senna involuntarily relaxed his movements, not at all like the person who was still furious a few seconds ago.

"Blessed by the Goddess of Light, I'm so happy, I'm about to fly." This is a common saying in their place, often used to express the unspeakable emotion and joy.

Inexplicably, Senna actually felt that he wanted to say this sentence, as if only this sentence could express his mood at this time.

"...I'm so happy, I'm about to fly." He read silently, even feeling that every word fit his state of mind so well.It was as if the underground could no longer accommodate his excitement.

Only then did Senna realize that he liked him.

No, it should be, he is in love with Mi Luo, and all the emotions related to Mi Luo and Fred have a name: jealousy.

And he discovered it so belatedly.

Everything was so self-taught again, his kiss slowly moved down on his chin, and his hand was about to untie Mi Luo's blood-stained front.

Chu Heng asked the system with some embarrassment [Is that Senna the target of the attack? 】

[Does not belong to] What the system said is categorical [Judging from his spiritual consciousness fluctuations in this world, you only need to focus on Fred alone. Which part of Senna’s spiritual consciousness he belongs to has not been found out yet. But one thing is for sure. 】

[Our mission person did not use this period of mental power before he fell into a coma.Our job is recovery, not expansion. 】

[Then it's easy to handle. 】Chu Heng poured his consciousness into his legs.

With a vicious kick, Senna, who was lying on his body and didn't know where he had gone, was directly kicked to the ground.Immediately, Mi Luo curled up together, as if suffering from unspeakable erosion.

Senna lay on the ground, without any movement for a long time.

Suddenly, after a long time, low laughter broke out of his mouth piece by piece like broken glass.

After a few low laughs, there was no follow-through, and it was so quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was very silent. At this time, Mi Luo finally felt the pain, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"You finally reacted to me." His words contained a lot of joy that he didn't know if he got what he wanted, or the kind of sadness that he would rather die than let himself touch.

"Hehe." He laughed softly again, his face almost pressed to the ground: "Mi Luo, I was wrong."

He felt that he had fallen into the abyss of despair, but he still had the slightest hope, hoping that he was the Son of God. Didn't the Son of God always forgive others?

Doesn't it always give people salvation?Then can he give himself that forgiveness, that one redemption: "Shall we start from scratch?"

"I won't kill Fred anymore." He said hastily, his voice trembling with a hint of expectation that he himself could not believe: "Shall we start from scratch?"

"I'll give you back your identity, and you're still that lofty Holy Son full of the power of light."

He knelt down and took two steps toward his knees, carefully sticking his face on Mi Luo's hand that was hanging down because of the pain, greedy, but he stopped at the place where he could just feel his temperature, not daring to move forward a little bit, I'm afraid that if I move forward, even such a little bit of temperature will disappear.

"Mi Luo." He said reverently, "Don't you all say that the goddess of light shines on the world? But why did he miss me here?"

"I don't care about my mother's love, and my father's partiality. I don't even envy all his achievements and all the love he has received."

"Can you." He said tremblingly: "Can he give you to me? You see, he is only loyal to you, he doesn't even love you." But no matter what he said, Mi Luo would not Listen, but do nothing.

It was the same sound of breaking the door, and the Fred that Senna was talking about appeared in front of them so appropriately.