father

Behemos looked at the time irritably, becoming more and more impatient.

After the first turn of the semester, the Royal Academy had to undergo military training for three consecutive turns, that is to say, he hadn't seen that person for nearly 60 days.From today onwards, Bechymos could go back to rest for a week, and Bechymos felt uneasy when he rushed back. This time, the man didn't come to pick him up.Bechymos was a little disappointed and awkward, he made it clear that he would come to pick him up.

Behemoth patted the flying machine in frustration. He looked out the window, flustered by the elusive attitude of the blond deacon.

As soon as he arrived at his destination, Behemoth jumped off the aircraft and looked for the blonde deacon's footprints.Behemoth, who was told by his subordinates, walked towards the remote corner of the first district, he was a little puzzled, where is Lucifer doing?

Bechymos ran out of the building complex, and the sun shone directly on Bechymos without any cover. The gray-eyed boy felt a little chill in his heart, and he saw the figure in his heart standing not far away, hanging down The head seems to be looking at something.

"Lucifer—"

The blond deacon turned around in astonishment, and then Behemoth saw the name written on the tombstone covered by the deacon.

The world fell silent for a moment.

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Lust came to the breeding room, it was just a whim of his, he wanted to see what was going on with that woman's "child".

That woman's physique is not good. They knew it at the beginning. Even if she didn't explode immediately, she would never be able to support the birth of a complete "new human being". At the father's request, they found Emerson. Extended the woman's life, but only extended, that's all.Even if she survives to the end and only "new humans" are left, she will definitely die.Of course, with a lustful smile, any woman who touches father will die...

Father, father, you are poisonous, if you are infected, if you are not strong enough, you will have to die...

The "child" born by that woman is not only congenitally deformed, but also has not gnawed on her mother to replenish energy. How can it survive in the breeding room?It has been said long ago that the laws of human beings cannot be applied to "new human beings", even if they are incomplete "new human beings", the law they abide by is the supreme law of the weak.

Lust opened the door, then froze.

The red lumps of flesh crawling around in the past disappeared, and the silver smooth floor of the breeding room was clean—what about the apostles, all the failed products from the previous father's body plan disappeared?

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and the lustful ice blue eyes looked directly at the corner of the room through the darkness, and then he saw, "he".

"He" has lost the terrifying form of the apostle. His snow-white skin covers the red meat membrane, making it impossible to imagine the bright red inside under the supple skin. Looking at the body alone, "he" is already the same as an ordinary baby. There is no difference.The darkness cannot cover the eyes of lust, so lust clearly sees that "he" has no face.

The lustful footsteps seemed to startle "him", and "he" raised his head, looking up at the beautiful silver-haired youth.

"This is really a surprise." Lust squatted down and hugged "him" like a baby: "You have absorbed other apostles? You are already very close to complete body. That woman's obsession is really not to be underestimated... ..."

Lust looked at the extremely cute "him" in his arms, and patted "him" on the head.

"But it's a pity, father doesn't want to admit you." Lust's voice was soft and bitter: "So you are nothing..."

The always well-behaved "he" trembled in the embrace of lust, whimpering like a cat.

Lust was silent for a long time, then stood up and walked out with "him" in his arms.

"Well, at least we can take a look at our father from a distance, our father..."

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"Good afternoon, Lust."

Lust looked back and saw the smiling face of Arrogance. The blond deacon seemed to be in a good mood to greet him. After seeing the "baby" in Lust's arms, Arrogance pushed his glasses unexpectedly.

"Oh, it's really unexpected." Looking arrogantly at "his" blank face: "It's really good..."

Lust frowned, staring at Pride's obviously amused face, beginning to feel bad.For the tyrant in front of him, the things that make him happy...

"What did you do?" Lust took a step closer to arrogance, and suddenly changed his expression. He smelled a disgusting smell, which belonged to the gray-eyed boy.Lust has already realized what the ghost animal on the other side has done.

"Damn it!" Lust stuffed the "baby" in her hands into Arrogance's arms, turned around and ran to the bedroom. "You will drive father crazy!"

Holding the "baby" arrogantly, looking at the back of lust leaving, there is always that gentle smile on his face.

"So what?" Arrogance hugged the "baby" and followed slowly: "My father who is crazy and my father who always wants to run away, I just think the former is better."

The blond deacon tilted his head as if to glance into the darkness, smiling.

"Don't you think about my proposal carefully, lazy?"

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When Lust rushed to the bedroom, he heard screams and roars from afar. He pushed open the door, and saw an extremely angry young man grabbing the dazed man, beating him chaotically and venting.

The silver-haired young man kept a cold face, ignoring Behemos' eyes filled with anger and tears, knocked the young man unconscious and threw him aside.Nie Bogu had an empty expression from the beginning to the end, until Behemoth fainted aside, the man suddenly trembled, like an old broken machine, slowly and mechanically knelt on the boy's knees. Beside him, there is no lust in his eyes standing aside, nor the arrogance of holding a "baby" at the door, only the comatose teenager in his cloudy eyes.The man buried his face in the boy's hands, his body bent into a broken arc.

"Call me, hit me, kill me...as long as you're happy...as long as you're happy..."

In the dead silent room, only the man's vibrato was vibrating, like a broken tape recorder repeating hollowly.

"As long as you're happy..."

Arrogant ignoring the lustful and angry eyes, as if thinking deeply, the "baby" in his arms turned his faceless face to the muttering man and the comatose teenager, watching all the time, watch.