God forbids me to fall in love

After hearing this, Moen immediately understood.

He grabbed the doorknob with his backhand, tried to jump out quickly, and then called out loudly, asking everyone to subdue Fox and solve the Nightingale mystery on the spot.

Although he didn't see Nightingale here, Moen was sure that the other party must also be a human being inhabited by Nightingale. He had a deep desire for blood. Like Young Master Griffin, he no longer had normal humanity.

His guess was completely confirmed, Nightingale really has the ability to control and occupy the human body!

It's just that they didn't expect that the monster had already been inserted into the Supreme Holy See, and was still mingling among the crowd as a high priest. I'm afraid it had hurt many human beings in the dark.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was that yesterday, Fox disagreed with the plan to hunt and kill Nightingale at first, but later changed his mind.

How could he be willing to ruthlessly kill his own kind? What kind of conspiracy did he have?

But Moen has no chance to think about this issue here, and the situation is critical now.

Fox also has the speed of a bird like Griffin, and in the blink of an eye, he got close to him and blocked his way with a blank expression.

The door that had been opened was pushed back hard, making a loud "bang".

Moen hoped that the Son of God who hadn't gone far could hear the movement, but this hope seemed slim.

"The stupid kids are really high-profile and presumptuous. It's not a bad thing to use this to eliminate a wave of stupid people. I have to thank you. So, don't misunderstand that I'm here for revenge."

Fox stared intently at Moen's face, and suddenly reached out to Moen's hair, as if wanting to touch it, but Moen avoided it in disgust.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Moen wanted to call for help.

But his mouth was sealed by a group of bird feathers from the second before Fox came over, and they even inexplicably penetrated into his mouth.

Flooded by this fluffy disgusting touch, he couldn't suppress the desire to vomit at all, but he couldn't open his mouth at all under the effect of the weird sorcery.

Moen threw out a fist in a panic, and hit Fox's neck unexpectedly, before spreading his fingers to strangle him.

He also pinned his opponent's legs, trying to strike first.

Fox didn't have the attitude of trying to avoid it, he let Moen strangle him calmly, with a painful expression on his face, and wailed: "Ah, it hurts so much, please forgive me—— "

However, before Moen had time to "pursue the victory", Fox laughed grinningly in the next second: "Do you really want to see my reaction like this?"

Moen's "attack" on him seemed to hit someone else, Fox was not affected in the slightest, and he even made a contemptuous joke.

"Guess where you can hit me? I'll give you a chance."

His face was already blushing, but he was still breathing freely. I'm afraid that if this stalemate continues, only Fox's penis will die, and Nightingale's body will remain unharmed.

Based on an unformed guess in his mind, Moen punched Fox in the stomach, but his hand was blocked in the air.

"I really want to play with you for a while, but you are so charming, I can't help it." He licked his mouth, chuckled twice, and shook off Moen's hand completely in the next second , that is a kind of great strength that humans cannot possess, and Moen was caught off guard by such a push and fell down.

Under the influence of Toba, only a silent groan escaped from his throat, his body fell so heavily that he was lying on his back on the ground, his weakness was completely exposed to the air, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Fox easily twisted his neck, moved his stiff joints twice, bent down with a silly face, and effortlessly restrained Moen's struggling hands and kicked legs. It reached Moen's ear.

"Let me kiss you, let me kiss you!" he said frantically.

Being so close, Moen could clearly hear the other party swallowing.

The sound made him more disgusted, made him shudder, and made him tremble uncontrollably.

Fox is much more powerful, so powerful that people can't resist.

Death by being sucked blood seems to be the doomed end.

The appearance of the corpses of the Griffins appeared in his mind. Thinking that he would soon become like that, Moen's body was still struggling violently instinctively, but his eyes were already closed in despair.

During his resistance, his right hand seemed to catch a piece of flannel that was dragged to the ground.

Fox's breath was in his neck, opening his mouth could bite right through his throat.

Under the great panic, Moen had no time to take care of these, the sealed mouth made him lose the ability to shout, and there was only fear and hopelessness in his heart, until he heard a loud noise

The heavy object fell to the ground, and countless gravels splashed.

...Is the icon brought down by the flannelette?

But it was a broken sound.

If it's just falling down, it shouldn't be like this.

Moen opened his eyes tremblingly.

Fox suddenly rolled his eyes, and his whole body was pressed against his body, as if he had lost consciousness and could not support himself.

A bird's shrieking shriek began to be heard in the room, but it lasted only two seconds before stopping abruptly.

And all these unusual things were involuntarily ignored by Moen, all his energy could only be focused on the man standing in the room.

The man had waist-length white-blonde hair, a pale and handsome face, and a layer of water mist on his brown eyes. If he was lucky enough to be spotted by those eyes, he might drown in the water immediately.

But facing Moen at this moment, he looked a little at a loss.

Moen pushed Fox's stiff body away, rolled on the ground and sat up with his support on the floor. He covered his abnormally beating heart with one hand, and whimpered softly.

He spat out his mouthful of bird feathers, retched on the side of his head and shed physiological tears.

He saw it.

He saw the whole process of "eating" Nightingale by this man who appeared out of thin air.

He saw the black mist emanating from this man, and saw the ferocity and terror of the black mist crushing the nightingale.

When Moen saw the other party for the first time, he thought that it was his Master Yemijia who had come, and that it was a god who had come to save his believers.

But no god will be accompanied by the black mist, and the appearance of this person is different from every holy image of the God of Truth.

But this is not what scares Moen the most. What he really fears is the violent and untimely throbbing from the depths of his soul when he looks into the eyes of the other party.

"...don't be afraid of me."

The other party's voice was a little hoarse. He seemed to want to take a few steps forward, but because of Moen's resistance, he finally stopped in place.

Moen's temples bulged, and he glanced to the ground on the other side, where Fox's body was already lying there.

He keeps his head down the whole time, as if this way he can pretend nothing happened, can pretend not to notice and respond to the man who supernaturally appeared in his room and rescued him.

It seemed to be raining outside the window.

Raindrops slapped on the window with the wind blowing from all directions. Moen rubbed his body back and looked over subconsciously, but he could only see the glass covered with "ink dots"

Rainwater...is black?

Moen rubbed back in a daze, a tingling pain suddenly came from his palm.

It turned out that he had accidentally pressed the debris of the icon, and the ground behind him was already covered with sharp jade particles.

Raising his hand, it was bright red.

The rubble was also tinged with this reddish-black color.

Moen's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing gradually became heavy. He stared at the abnormal blood color, his whole body was stiff and motionless.

He should panic and confess for the shattering of the god's icon.

He should have run for help from a man who appeared out of nowhere.

His mood should have been like this.

But everything was wrong, the icon, the man, the black mist, the nightingale, the rain, my own blood blackened by the debris, and the emotions, all should not be, were not reasonable.

The most inappropriate thing was that at this weird juncture, all he could think about was the pair of eyes that he caught a glimpse of in a hurry. With just one glance, his whole heart was beating uncontrollably.

A white hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, Moen had no time to react, the hand had already passed through both sides of his waist in the next second.

It turned out that the man had unknowingly walked up to him, picked him up from the stone chips, and gently put him on the bed.

The strange thing is that Moen's body didn't resist at all, as if this is a posture he has experienced thousands of times, and even his soul feels familiar and nostalgic.

"...Who are you?" Moen heard the question squeezed out of his throat, and every syllable trembled.

"Tomorrow you will forget about me...don't bother about it," the man replied.

If he heard correctly, his tone was full of disappointment.

Perhaps, there are also some minor grievances mixed in.

作者有话要说：今天是短小君，明天会努力粗长qwq感谢在2020-04-1720:55:47~2020-04-1921:00:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 2 song and dance fans;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Yue Li and Song San;

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