You can't hurt the author who wears meat

There is a sun-like ball of light in the sky, burning blazingly, emitting a hot, dazzling light.Han Pangyuan was so dazzled by the light that he couldn't open his eyes, and barely took a few steps before he saw his position clearly in the dizziness.He was now standing in the middle of a circular enclosure made of white stone surrounded by empty stands, like the Colosseum.Looking forward, there are dark brown marks on the ground with many cracks eroded by the years, which have dried up. I don't know if it is blood or something else, which is a bit shocking.

With his eyes closed, he was a little confused by the strong light, but he can be sure that this is not a dream.

A man stood in the middle of the paddock, with a black cloak hanging on the ground, and his back was tall and straight.

"It turned out to be you, why did you bring me here again?" Han Pangyuan walked over, he was an acquaintance, the player Xiu under the God of Hehuan, or the Lord God of the Three Realms who specializes in disasters.

"Look, Gita died here." The God King raised his hand, and the black mist overflowed from his palm, spreading around.Wherever Bo Yan went, the virtual image of history gradually became concrete, and it was presented to them as the truth of what had happened.

Not only the picture, but also the sound at that time was perfectly restored. Han Fangyuan couldn't bear to look at it, but all kinds of trivial sounds still poured into his ears.He couldn't bear it, he couldn't even close his eyes, and he was forced to witness a torture.In the middle of the paddock is the execution ground where Gita was executed, and Ghana tortured him to an outrageous degree.It was genuinely hacked into pieces, one knife, one piece, and in the end only the fascia connected to the bones remained.

Covered in blood, Gita smiled brightly: "There is nothing I can't get."

"Do you know what he wants?" The king of gods stopped imagining, staring at the crazy face of Fange for a long time.

Han Pangyuan turned his head aside, thinking of the bloody scene just now, he still had lingering fears, and he didn't understand why the king of gods had brought him here.Just for the sake of chatting?Impossible, there must be other purposes.The other party is a high-ranking god, how much interaction with a small person like him, maybe he will get into trouble again: "I'm not a roundworm in his stomach, how can I know everything, if I want to ask him about it, I don't know. Can't really help."

"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you, just chatting casually." Put away the illusion, the surrounding scenery gradually changed, the bright light faded, lush plants broke through the ground, and soon grew into a continuous forest.

The king of gods walked under a towering tree, held the rough trunk with one hand, and said meaningfully: "The situation of people is the same as that of trees. The more they want to open up to high places and bright places, the more their roots will go down. To the earth, to the dark, to the depths, to evil."

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." What's the point of saying this to him.

"In my life, the only one who has really moved my heart and is willing to live and die with him is Bixi, the mother of Vatican." Closing his eyes, the words of the king of gods became ethereal.The voice was loud and quiet, far and near, with unresolved sadness, lingering around, and refused to dissipate for a long time: "Let me imagine that the first time I saw her was in the bitter cold place in the northwest. She didn't comb her hair. She just wore a pure white cloak, standing quietly in the snow, her figure was so slender that it seemed to melt into the vast snow field, and I couldn't move my eyes."

Perhaps recalling the beautiful past, there was a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were much brighter.However, that expression only lasted for a while before being replaced by endless loss: "I love her very much, but we had too many conflicts before. She is not greedy, but what she wants is too difficult, and I can't do it .”

Speaking of this, the king of gods paused for a long time, so long that Han Pangyuan thought he would not continue, and then he spoke again: "The mother of the Vatican is not a mortal, she is a demon formed by the evil water left when the world was formed."

It turned out to be a demon?Isn't the Gita the son of taboo?

But what does this have to do with me!Han Pangyuan was full of doubts and couldn't interrupt, so he had to continue listening.

"How should I describe Bixi? She is a very complicated person. She looks gentle and quiet on the outside, as quiet as a virgin, and she is also considerate to me. However, she is very attached to people and things. As long as she recognizes her, she will Unscrupulous, extremely vicious. Although she is a woman, she is as strong as a man, and she has great ambitions, firm will, and a heroic spirit that I admire. The most amazing thing is that she will not be too tough. Most of the time Like a stream of clear and sweet spring water, slowly flowing into my heart. The conflict between Bi Xi’s characters is what fascinates me, like the combination of flame and ice. Do you understand?” When talking about her, There is always a gentle color on the face of the king of gods, which is undisguised and deeply affectionate.

"But I'm always surprised. Even though I'm just a lowly monster, my heart is higher than the sky. I have a delusion that one day I can enter the God Realm and be equal to the Creator. Can such a wish be realized just by hard work?" As if asking Han Pangyuan also seemed to be asking himself, he sighed: "Before meeting me, Bixi lived alone in the ice field that is inaccessible. Without being discouraged, she spent countless days and nights alone. But this persistence led to her tragic fate."

Like a mother, like a son, in Han Pangyuan's fragmentary memory, Fange is also a person who will do anything to compete for the position of God.

"Bi Xi wants to become a god, but her birth has become the biggest obstacle. How can a demon be equal to a god? Even if I want to, other gods will not agree." Although he is the main god of the three realms, he did not modify the world system without authorization Power: "I couldn't give her what she wanted most, and I always used lies to appease her emotions. One day, she realized that she could not achieve her wish, and since then, she began to resent me. Her revenge against me is Conceived the Gita and died a miserable death..."

"Let me watch a child who resembles her grow up day by day and suffer in endless lives. This is the cruelest means of revenge in the world." The Gita seems to have used a similar method to make Garner die of pain.

It's really a complicated relationship, these people, why can't they simply love.

Han Pangyuan shook his head, he is a very pure person, love is love, and will not be mixed with other things.So he couldn't understand the behavior of Gita and Bi Xi, nor could he agree with the behavior of the king of gods.Bixi's mother and son were at fault, but what he couldn't accept the most was that the god king distorted his love for Bixi, and then transferred it all to the Buddhist Gita, and even made irresponsible behaviors that were not allowed by nature.A normal person would never understand a father forcing his son to do that kind of thing.

He couldn't figure it out, but he just felt panicked in his heart: "Since you are a god, why didn't you resurrect her, treat her better, and forgive you after a long time."

"That's why I came here for you, I need your help." Leaning close to his ear, the God King whispered a few words in an undeniable tone.After listening, Han Pangyuan's eyes widened, he was so startled that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and stammered: "Well, so...they all...how could they be like this...no, why don't you do it yourself!"

"Shhh!" Made a motion of silence: "You know I know, if I do something, the Gita will notice."

"No way, just tell me such a big thing, and I won't be able to bear the pressure to say it." Han Pangyuan panicked. Isn't this the same as the story about the king with donkey ears? What should I do if I can't hold back the leak? : "No, no, if I accidentally say it, I will definitely be killed. I didn't hear anything, so you send me back quickly. Also, you took away the Gita, and you are afraid that he will notice something, don't Use this excuse to force me to submit."

"Haha, you're really interesting." The God King laughed loudly: "Don't be afraid, the Gita knows about this, but I can't make too much of a move. This kid will fight with all his might and die."

In a sense, murderers are not the scariest thing. What is really scary are people who can be cruel to their own bodies.

If you are cruel to yourself, let alone others!

"I'm confused, what exactly do you want me to do?" It seems that he won't be killed, but what can he do as a mortal, this kind of thing is not something he should intervene: "I am recognized as worthless, soft-footed Shrimp, the idiot who loves to drag his feet, don't get your hopes up too much."

"I want a list." God finished speaking, and drew a circle on the palm of Han Pangyuan's right hand: "When you come into contact with the right candidate, the palm of your hand will become hot and hot, and a red circle will appear, write down the name."

"Huh, it's that simple?" It can be solved by touching others with his hands, and it's not impossible for him to do it.

"Just understand, let's go back." The god waved his hand, and a strong wind blew suddenly. Fearing that his eyes would be dazzled by the sand, Han Pangyuan instinctively closed his eyelids, and when he opened them again, he had already returned to the brothel.

It really wasn't a dream, he stared at the dark red ceiling with golden patterns in a daze, slowly organized the information he had just obtained, and smoothed things out.It seems that this game is really not easy.They are all pawns, including Gita and Ghana, they are all pawns in the hands of the god king. Poor Gita thought he could get what he wanted.

"Hey, it's so complicated." Sighing, he turned his gaze to the red wall again, thinking that the color tone here seems very passionate at first glance, but after a long time, it is full of red everywhere, which makes him feel depressed.

After lying down for a while, feeling thirsty, he thought of getting up and drinking some water.With a slight movement, something was pressing on him, and when he looked closely, it was a man's arm.Liu Lindong didn't seem to be able to change back into men's clothing as he wished, so he put on a water-blue long jacket, without even a belt, and slept soundly across the quilt.His slender and strong thighs are exposed from the open skirt, and there are obvious swimming trunk marks from the root of the thighs to the groin and lower abdomen. It seems that he still likes swimming so much.

"Usually you look at me, let me take a good look today." Every time I do that, Liu Lindong takes the lead. Han Pangyuan is too shy, so how can he have the opportunity to observe carefully.He gently lifted the thin quilt covering the man's body, swallowed, and stared at his lover fiercely.

"Finished?" Liu Lindong didn't fall asleep at all, spread his hands and brought it to him: "Give me the money."

"Is there any mistake, just looking at you and paying money?" Han Pangyuan jumped up suddenly, with his hands on his hips: "Every time I am so hard that I can't get out of bed for a few days, I haven't collected money from you yet. Instead, you asked me for it, what kind of world!"

"Because I'm an oiran now, I'll charge money even if I look at it." The man opened the quest scroll, and the quest he received was much easier to complete than other people, all he had to do was earn a thousand street coins from the guests.

This task looks simple, but it is definitely more difficult to do it, not to mention how many people will go down with Liu Lindong's fierce face, even the height of 192 is a huge resistance.You know, the vast majority of players are still heterosexual, and very few like men.Although you can act like a duck to attract female players, women in this game are rarer than GAY, and you have hardly seen them until now.Therefore, who would spend money to sell Liu Lindong, in order to complete the task, it is not the only way to earn money from Han Pangyuan.

"Just seeing you is going to spend five hundred street coins. I haven't done anything, and I have to give you money." The character of the stingy bag is unmistakable, and he took out the remaining five hundred coins from his pocket, reluctantly handing it over. In the past: "The two thousand gold coins you gave me were only exchanged for one thousand flower street coins, and they were all spent without touching the heat."

"I'll change it later. We didn't buy a battlefield manager, and the money is enough." The man collected the money, turned over and hugged Han Pangyuan into his arms, bit his ear, and put the small earlobe in his mouth: "If not If you make a fuss about buying clothes, we don’t have to do such a foolish task anymore, we just go to the battlefield to level up, after all, it’s still your fault, let’s see how I punish you.”

A shudder erupted from the spine, no matter how much complaints and petty tempers were gone, Han Pangyuan, who was touched softly by the man, had no ability to fight back, and surrendered.

Liu Lindong's hand is like magic, always provoking the longing in his soul...

"Others will hear it." The sliding door was not locked, and there were constant sounds of walking in the corridor, as well as sounds from other rooms, which made people unable to calm down.Worried that the voice leaked from his mouth would be transmitted to other people, he gritted his teeth, and the shame exploded wildly, but made his body more sensitive.The man rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, kissed him slowly, and said slowly: "What are you afraid of, this is a brothel, it's normal to do something happy. Besides, you paid the money, I have no reason not to let you go home satisfied."

Damn it, it was that kind of smirk again, Han Pang lost his original soul, so he didn't care about other things.

"Then after finishing this time, let me do the task too." With his legs wrapped around the man's waist, he remembered the stupid task he had received - to overthrow the oiran!