I don't date non-humans

Of course it is a lie to speak of a lover.

If there is a cardiac index detection machine here, at present, the only things that can make Chidiao's heart are cute children with milk flavor and soft sweet cats.

It's only recently that I feel that cold-blooded creatures are just that bad.

The hall clock struck three times.

Three in the morning.

There was the sound of gentle footsteps coming from the door, and someone tapped lightly on the wooden door with their fingers.

long, long, long, short, long

Chi Diao opened his eyes and listened for a while, then stood up from the chair and went to open the door.

Angelo stood at the door.

"Good night, may the moon god be with you."

He smiled his usual way, and a sweet dimple appeared on the left side of his cheek.

Chi Diao waved his hand.

"That's a horrible blessing. I'd rather have her next door than next door."

Angelo walked in.

"Oh, do you find it ironic? I felt this way when I heard this rule. Assign human beings the power that belongs to the gods, and give them the memory of the gods."

"We played the role of this group of gods who were suspicious of each other. It seemed that the gods who had been worshiped before had also been pulled down from the altar and became human beings with flesh and blood! After thinking about it, I felt, There is no difference between gods and humans in the final analysis, they are nothing more than poor ghosts who will eventually be swallowed up by the long time of this continent!"

He jumped onto the table and sat on it shaking his shins.

"When the gods die, their bodies will inevitably rot slowly, covered with maggots and fungi, and finally washed away by the river of time later. After the gods, we humans appeared. Isn't this Isn't it more ironic?!"

"If a newly emerged colony of black ants beats a colony of red ants. It occupies all the living space and food, and the red ants die. Then we call the subsequent colony of black ants the winner."

"Oh, I don't know that those believers outside are all fools! From this point of view, we are the 'new gods' who eliminated those old gods! They don't believe in themselves, but believe in those 'old gods'. It's not ridiculous Is it very good?"

Angelo's voice was cheerful like a child's.

"Oh, so that's the case." Chi Diao looked at him sitting on it, and restrained his desire to reach out and rub his tea-brown hair.

"Seems like a pretty good idea."

He also laughed.

"By the way, I had a little harvest in Eugene's room today."

Angelo took out a paper ball from his arms and unfolded it carefully.

"Ah, it's just a little skill." He noticed Chi Diao's eyes, and there was a complacent look on his face that deliberately didn't make himself appear arrogant.

"As long as you take advantage of the small room structure, have you noticed that table? Squat down in a suitable position in advance to pretend to examine the corpse. Then, while they are not paying attention, roll up the note and stuff it under the dead body to block it, and then Standing up empty-handed and announcing the death is enough. After everyone has left, you can easily go back to that room and get what you need."

Chi Diao took the paper.

It was a piece of badly worn papyrus, on which a few messy words had been carved with suet candles and fingernails on the crumpled paper.

【Somebody】【(scratch, scratch, smeared-out stain)】【Seal】【(a large piece of wax)】【mine】【(scratch, scratch)】【wine】

Chi Diao struggled to decipher the words above, while An Qiluo leaned beside him, pointing out his mistakes by moonlight.

"No, I don't think it's 'seal', it's 'steal'. The cross in the middle should be a 'T'."

"Does God also like to drink sour wine? (vino)" Angelo pointed at the last word and tilted his head.

The one with wings took it.

Chi Diao remembered his words.

In an instant, that word jumped into his mind.

"No, it's not wine." Chi Diao's fingertips slid across the blurred half of the 'W' that almost disappeared.

"It's the wings, the three pairs of crystal wings of the Fengshen."

His voice is firm.

"Someone stole the wings of the god of wind. And there is a high possibility that it was he who took the gem of the god of love."

The monster hidden in the darkness began to neigh and make a gesture of exhaustion, but the surroundings were still very quiet.

"Ah, is this your 'that sentence'?" Angelo said briskly, resting his chin on his hand.

"It was the Winged One who stole it."

He raised his face, and it was a smiling face again.

"Does that mean that you trust me a little bit, a little bit?"

"Yes, I will tell you another secret."

Chi Diao slowed down his voice, and reached out to rub the boy's soft hair.

"Don't lie to me because—I'll know."

Angelo pulled down the hand above his head and dropped a kiss on it.

"Please trust me more, after all, I will never lie to you..."

The boy smiled innocently, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to call Chi Diao by his name.

But the last word never came out.

----

Today is the third day, almost half of the seven-day period has passed.

As soon as Chi Diao walked out of the room, he heard a commotion.

"You bloody executioner! Merciless killer! I know you did it! It was you!" The little Hall stood on the table, staring into his always frightened eyes.

He was referring to the pale Xiu.

"The little mouse in the stinking ditch can also squeak?" The silver-eyed boy said coldly, and his face returned to the paleness carved from ice and snow.

"You used your skills on me last night! You want me dead! Devil! I know it's you, you are the god of death!"

Hall yelled, a huge force erupted from that thin body.

Xiu Wuzi sat on the seat with a cold face, without saying a word.

Angelo smiled and stood up.

"After all, even the Winter Emperor always said, 'Evidence trumps words.' Everyone needs to be responsible for their own words, so do you have any evidence to support your words?"

The originally aggressive little man seemed to have been punched in the air, and his aura visibly dropped to the naked eye.

"Ah! I, I have evidence!"

he stammered.

"Last night, last night I was sleeping in my room, and this devil came in suddenly with a knife in his hand. I saw that he was coming to kill me."

"Then you pretended to be asleep first, then suddenly jumped up and snatched the knife in his hand, and finally forced him out of the room to ensure your own safety?" Qi Luo raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, it is!"

Holly paused.

"That's right! He's a murderer!"

He stamped his foot vigorously.

"Then the murder weapon you mentioned should still be in your room. I think you won't mind showing it to us. I'm very curious about the knife that suddenly appeared!"

Qi Luo narrowed her eyes, like a cat just waking up.

"This, this... I lost the knife after I got it because I was too scared. Now I can't find it either."

Xiu on the side let out a soft hum.

Undoubtedly, this reason is too far-fetched.Hall's lying skills are really too clumsy, and people can see the strangeness at a glance.

"Oh, if it's just a few words like this, we may not be able to confirm whether you are telling the truth. After all, anyone can say that."

Qi Luo shrugged and leaned back.

There was strong irony in her tone, staring at Hall who was still standing on the table, like looking at a ridiculous monkey.

"I, I, I know!"

Hall started to stutter again, he pointed at the boy with silver eyes and shouted tremblingly.

"Because I am the God of Light!"

He caught a glimpse of the shock on everyone's faces and raised his chin.

"Yes! The skill of the God of Light can save a person from death, that is, resurrection!"

"He used the God of Death skill on me last night, but what he didn't expect was that I was the God of Light! So now I can stand here and expose this person's true colors!"

He laughed out loud.

The voice was shrill like a crow.

"So, is what Hall said true?" Afra, who had been silent all this time, asked.

She looked at Xiu with a pained and incredible look on her face.

"Is it really you? You killed Eugene, and even went on to kill Hall. Why did you do it? Is it because only the dead can't speak. Then we'd never be able to guess who The identity of a liar!"

"It's not the turn of a dwarf and a whore to talk nonsense to me!" Xiu said viciously.

His words seemed to flip a switch on chaos.

Hall screamed and jumped at him, tearing his face like crazy with his hands.

He came so fast that before Xiu even had time to react, he threw himself on the ground and beat him up.

"You are the dwarf! Demon! Poisonous water! Smelly maggots!"

"I will let you die today!"

Aphra burst into tears.

Qi Luo stretched her legs onto the table, laughed and applauded.

The scene was chaotic.

After Xiu reacted, he quickly took the dominant advantage.He grabbed Hall's neck hard, tearing him from himself.

He kicked the little man hard in the stomach and spat in his face.

Hall curled up and made a painful sound, lying at his feet like a dead dog.

"A slave like you who can't see his identity, we will skin him in the north and throw him into a pigsty. You only deserve this kind of death! You know—"

His words stopped abruptly, and he grabbed his neck with his hands, his face began to flush, and the face that had always been expressionless showed an expression of extreme fear.

After that, there was a whirring sound from his throat, his eyes widened, and he fell heavily to the ground, and did not move anymore.

he died.

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good night!