God forbids me to fall in love

Wrapped tightly in a warm embrace, Moen's first reaction was to freeze.

Then there was a strange throbbing from the bottom of his heart, which made him lose all his strength in an instant, his hands and feet were numb, and every inch of skin that was in close contact with the other party burned, and he even forgot to struggle.

"Forgive me, always one step late..."

Victor buried his head on the side of Moen's neck, and said in a low voice, with unclear meaning.

He sighed softly, and rubbed Moen's ear affectionately, like a long-lost lover.

The skin touched by the other's soft hair was itchy, and this itching seemed to have a particularly penetrating power, and it spread all the way to Moen's heart.

Such a close voice, such outrageous actions, and such incomprehensible words, together became the last weapon to defeat Moen's rationality.

He also felt that the hand holding his waist seemed to shake a little, which proved that the other party was already restraining his presumptuous performance.

Moen let Victor hug him tightly, until there was lightning and thunder outside the house, and the thunder hit the sea, and the water splashed even on the third-floor cabin, he woke up suddenly and struggled quickly.

"Master Victor, what's the matter with you, can you let me go first!"

He pretended to be calm and looked up at the "enthusiastic" Victor, raised his hand between the two, and wanted to push him away, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

It is said that Victor is a delicate and weak "weak person", and he is also afraid that he may accidentally hurt this person who is his savior in a sense, even though this person behaves so strangely.

Fortunately, Victor's madness has not yet reached the point of being unreasonable, and he has not tightened his grip on Moen.

Moen twisted his upper body trying to loosen his embrace, and after shaking the opponent's arm, he quickly rubbed against him.

"I'm sorry that I can't understand some of your words, but it is clear that standing a few steps away is a suitable distance for communication..."

Accompanied by the end of his words, the hull suddenly shook violently.

Moen staggered a few steps, and involuntarily threw himself into the embrace that he had just escaped—as if he was deliberately speaking ironically.

He immediately became more embarrassed.

"Uh……"

He bumped into Victor's chest, and with the ups and downs of the ship, he was completely unable to stand on his feet, but Victor, who also had no support point, was as stable as a mountain. He also held Moen's wrist very considerately, protecting him. in my arms.

A few harsh whistles sounded outside the cabin. Even if they were in the room on the top floor at the moment, they could still hear the noisy and chaotic footsteps and noises on the deck.

"Everyone, go inside! We will adjust the course of the ship at any time to prevent the ship from capsizing. Don't panic! The personnel on duty must stick to their posts to ensure the normal operation of the power equipment..."

It sounded like the voice of the first mate, and the content of his words was very soothing. If his speaking speed was not so urgent, he might appear more calm.

There was another storm at sea.

This is not the first time since sailing, and the posture looks bigger than before!

Moen heard from the vest man that it had rained twice before he was unconscious, and the ship had already made a decision to return for safety.

It's just that there is still a period of time before they approach the land, but nature refuses to give them this period of time. Now the rain has not only continued, but has also intensified, and the possibility of capsizing the boat has increased.

Not only the wind and rain, but the continuous thunder and lightning are the most terrifying.

Moen hurriedly said "thank you" after standing firmly, and immediately stepped aside, holding the wall tightly with his backhand, barely settling down.

He saw that the man in the vest also fell down because of the movement just now, and he was still lying curled up on the ground by the door. For some reason, he didn't shout when he encountered such things, which didn't fit his style of chattering non-stop.

But Moen didn't have time to be distracted and give extra attention, all his energy was attracted by Victor in front of him.

Victor has a pair of warm pale brown pupils, and they are fixed on Moen's body without blinking at this moment.

It was like a tea-colored clear spring, and Moen saw his own shadow in it, because he seemed to be drowning in it.

The rumored unfavored vase soft-legged shrimp, the discrepancy with the rumors is too great.

He looked so calm, so determined.

People can't help but wonder whether the hurricane outside can't mess with his hair.

Victor slightly opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something to Moen.

In this environment, accompanied by thunder and thunder, I always feel that the content of those words is something bigger and thicker than life and death.

Moen stared at the other party's lips, inexplicably afraid to listen to the words that were about to blurt.

He curled up his fingers, turned his head deliberately to look out the window where dark clouds emerged and waves rolled, and attributed the abnormal frequency of his heartbeat to his fear of the weather.

But there are some words that he can't just avoid hearing

"I like you and want to be with you."

Gentle and firm words sounded, carrying a force that could not be resisted or hesitated.

Moen stayed in place as if struck by a huge lightning that flashed outside the window.

But Victor didn't give him a chance to react, so he continued to speak without haste: "I used to think a lot, but now I don't want to take detours. Human life is impermanent and short. I have no rules, just want to grasp Stay with you. Moen, you also like me, then let's not wait any longer."

...What kind of frivolous words can such a weird and arrogant person say?

Not only is the content of these words too weird to an excessive degree, but the behavior itself is already "rebellious" enough.

A young master of a capital empire, a master at the top, abruptly woos a low-level sailor who grew up in a slum—this story is so unimaginable that today’s romance novel writers dare not write it this way, because it will receive "serious distortion" "Criticism and harshness, and no newspaper would publish articles with such wrong values.

This can arouse people's anger even more than those works that falsify history and create "humans and demons in love".

The era has developed to this day, and it has reached the peak of respecting the power of capital.

The avenues of class advancement were briefly opened and then completely closed.

Fifty years ago, the Scott family built a business empire from scratch, which is impossible today.

It all starts with the final battle between humans and demons more than 100 years ago.

Call it the final battle. In fact, that war was neither tragic nor bloody.

It's not even great, even if it fulfills its mission of eradicating demons and changing the peace of mankind.

Because the demons were not destroyed by human warriors fighting the enemy bravely.

On the battlefield one day, they all suddenly disappeared.

According to the dictation of the soldiers present at the time, countless black shadows turned into mud and then completely disintegrated in the air.

At first, everyone thought it was a new evolution of the devil, or a conspiracy with hidden secrets.

Human beings are always on guard against the devil's coming again, but many years have passed, and all signs show that the devil, a creature so evil that it violates the laws of nature, has finally been completely eradicated.

About 50 years ago, the gradually settled human society held the key to stability and peace in its own hands.

At that time, the entire civilized society was full of opportunities for development, and the sprouts that broke ground in spring were everywhere. Whoever grasped the seeds and the method of watering grasped the lifeblood of the future of mankind.

What is clear is that the first person to plant the seeds of a business that improves people's quality of life succeeds.

His hands stretch far, covering the basic necessities of life of human beings, and penetrating into every detail of life.

Then extend the footsteps of conquest to unknown areas, trying to make some achievements at the level of civilization, such as exploring the ocean.

So the snowball of capital rolled around, and finally piled up into a hierarchical empire.

Looking at it again, there is no snowflakes in front of the door of the poor, and they have all merged into bricks and tiles at the foot of the empire.

The "criminal theory of the poor" suddenly and secretly emerged.

Most people think that a person's abilities and talents are predestined. If you are poor, it means you should be like this. Maybe you were a devil in your previous life, and you are here to pay for your sins in this life.

Even the poor themselves think so.

As long as you are born in poverty, even if you earn money through countless efforts, you are still at the bottom and will not be respected.

But it doesn't matter, the enthusiasm of the poor will not decrease, because they also believe that the process of working hard for capital is atonement.

Therefore, all oppression has become reasonable, and it has become the redemption of sinners by capital.

But if this redemption goes deep into the level of "love" and "combination", it is neither acceptable nor forgiven.

Noble blood can only communicate between the upper layers.

Of course, this kind of thinking will not lead the poor to respect the rich from the bottom of their hearts, but will arouse some people to hate capital while serving capital.

People's hearts are very complicated, and the sailors gathered to discuss Victor is not one of them.

In short, there is a gap between the rich and the poor. The capitalist aristocrats and the bottom sailors stand at the two ends of the world, and there is an unbridgeable gap.

The "Prince" who will fall in love with "Cinderella" is almost as rare in today's era as the demons who disappeared in the war between humans and demons more than 100 years ago.

What's more, what Prince Victor fell in love with was not Cinderella, but Cinderella.

Moen was so shocked that he was speechless, his chest heaved greatly, and his brain became a mess of confusion.

Victor spoke these exaggerated words with all too much sincerity.

What frightened him was that he really had a heartbeat for it, and this discovery made him couldn't help but spurn himself.

They have only met twice, how can they like such a cheap thing?

But this heartbeat is not liking, what is it...

Is it his desire to climb the rich?

"I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the ship suddenly shook violently, and the windows were shattered by the strong wind.

The howling sea breeze filled the room with a strong fishy smell in an instant.

That smell is not the unique smell of the sea, but a bloody smell that reminds people.

What Moen wanted to say was stuck in his throat. He watched in horror in the torrential rain and fog. A monster with a dead white body and dislocated facial features jumped from the sea to the window of the house they were in, like a lizard. same as climbing.

He deliberately stared at this room, as if there was something particularly attractive to him here.

His appearance is extremely terrifying, resembling a human being, but the strange distribution of his facial features creates a more brutal sense of horror. There are several skinned and bruised openings on his body, from which countless thick black mucus flows out, adding to the scene. Add a little nausea.

The most trembling thing is his eyes, two gray holes, with a strange and evil look.

This is the creature Moen saw before falling into the sea...

That is not an illusion, the monsters in the sea really exist!

He was so frightened by his brief glance that he lost his voice, and instinctively stepped back. When he heard a piercing scream, he thought it was coming from his own body, but the man in the vest covered his face and howled twice. , even stood up and walked towards the window step by step-this is undoubtedly a suicide act.

"...It's disgustingly stupid." Victor suddenly said coldly.

But this is not to the man in the vest, but to the monster.

His tone was indifferent, and at the same time he raised his hand to gently wrap Moen's trembling back.

"Don't go there!"

Moen stretched out his hand in a panic to stop the man in the vest who was "summoned" to fall into the sea. In fact, he himself was so frightened that his whole body was numb. strength.

Fortunately, the opponent had already stopped by himself, and fell down on the spot.

As his movements ended, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, hitting the waist of the monster mermaid.

There was no wail, and the monster slid down from the cabin with a painful expression on its face, disappearing from Moen's sight.

Countless black slime remained, sticking to the periphery of the shattered window layer, decorating the eerie scenery.

The author has something to say: there is another chapter before twelve o'clock in the evening.