God forbids me to fall in love

During the run, Moen's robe flew wildly, and the fragments of pages stuffed in his pockets accidentally fell down.

He could clearly hear Griffin who was chasing him stop, and he must have picked up those pages again.

"Hmph, sure enough, the things are still in your hands. What you said just now was just threatening me. Do you think you can survive this way? People who meddle in their own business will pay the price. I will cover your mouth Damn it."

Griffin's fiery eyes scanned the pages back and forth, his nose was still dripping blood, he raised his hand indiscriminately, rubbing the lower half of his face red and white, and looked a little nervous.

He folded the paper of "return to its original owner" and put it in his arms, and loudly spoke cruel words to Moen who was walking away.

He misunderstood Moen and kept all the evidence on him.

That's a good thing, so he'll never think of stopping the letter from being sent, which means the church and Tommy will surely get the letter and judge him for his crimes.

But this also aroused his killing intent towards Moen to the greatest extent. If he started chasing and killing just now to relieve the anger in his heart, then his behavior now is beheading with the hope of self-protection.

The distance between Griffin and Moen widened again because of this little episode, and the crippled stranger disappeared from which fork in the road, leaving only the footsteps of one person behind.

But Moen didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all, he guessed that this assistant must still be chasing him by taking a shortcut.

Even if he was fully prepared mentally, when he ran to the intersection, he was startled by the crippled man rushing out from the alley on the left so that his heart stopped beating.

"Stop struggling, die!" The man rushed towards him.

Moen knew that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only face it. Gritting his teeth, he pinched the opponent's hand, bent slightly to shift his center of gravity, put his foot away, trying to trip the opponent, and at the same time drew out a hand to poke at the opponent. The opponent's eyes - failed, was blocked.

The man's two arms were restrained by Moen's sideways, but he quickly pulled them out with brute force, and instead grabbed Moen's forearm, viciously trying to break it.

Although he has all the memories of being a soldier Moen, this body belonging to the student Moen is too useless, and he is exhausted after running so far.

His attack power was greatly reduced, so he could only attack some of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and Moen raised his legs and attacked the lame man's vital parts.

Griffin must have come prepared, and the helper he recruited was also a capable trainer. Moen was really reluctant to not fall behind.

"Go to heaven and sue me to the gods."

While Moen was trapped by the crippled man, Griffin arrived panting.

He pulled out a dagger from his arms and prepared to stab Moen in the back with a fierce look.

The dagger was extremely sharp, with a sharp white light glowing on the blade, and a layer of solid murderous aura seemed to condense around the blade.

It silently pierced into the flesh and blood, quenched and smelted in the scarlet arterial blood, and in just a moment, when it was pulled out again, it directly brought out a spray of blood spray

Griffin stared, looking down in disbelief at his chest that had been stabbed through.

The dagger he was holding in his hand fell to the ground, leaving a crisp sound of unwillingness, and then he was pressed down by his huge body that fell down.

One hit kill.

Griffin died suddenly and simply, without even crying out in pain.

He still maintains that tearful expression, but his pupils have been dilated and dilated.

The lame man who was fighting with Moen finally restrained Moen's shoulders. He only waited for Griffin to swing the knife, but there was a loud noise, and Griffin had lost his vital signs and fell to the ground.

The murderer who appeared suddenly didn't seem to want to stop here. His black hair blended with the night, but it was even blacker than the night.

He took two steps forward expressionlessly, the dagger in his hand continuously dripped blood from the edge, dyeing bright red everywhere he went.

The evening wind blew his hair, and his eyes were calm and cold, clearly the incarnation of a devil from hell.

But the devil can also be someone's personal saviour.

"Waled!"

When Moen saw the savior, various emotions such as excitement and fear came to his heart, and he almost cried on the spot.

He quickly broke free from the grip of the stunned lame man.

Velede glanced at him, and flew the dagger in his hand towards the lame man behind him.

The dagger was very obedient, and hit the opponent's throat accurately as if it had eyes.

A desperate whimper escaped from the lame man's throat, his neck snapped like a dead branch ravaged by a storm, and he fell powerlessly beside Griffin.

The crisis is over, but things don't seem to be going for the better

Moen was startled by the sudden shaking of the ground. His already weak legs failed to stand upright in the large-scale turbulence. fell on Griffin's body.

The whole world was suddenly pitch black, the moonlight was obscured by the clouds that gathered for a moment, and then white light suddenly appeared, a strong wind rose, lightning flashed one after another, and the roaring thunderbolts made Mo En's ears almost shed blood.

This is how the same thing? !

How come there is a déjà vu feeling of the end of the world...

Moen was not as panic-stricken as he was when he was on the verge of death. He looked up at Velede, just in time to meet his gaze.

Velede's gaze moved from Moen's blood-spattered face to his neck, which was just red from being pinched by the crippled man.

The deafening roar was accompanied by a final "bang", and a big tree on the side of the road was split by lightning from the root, and fell towards the middle of the road, just hitting the lame man's body, directly smashing him He was completely unrecognizable and his brains were flowing.

Everything happened behind Moen, but within one meter, he didn't feel the dust raised by the fallen dead tree, because the strong wind hardly gave the particles in the air any chance to stagnate.

Moen was so frightened that the hairs all over his body exploded. In a blink of an eye, the countless deaths he had experienced and the wrath of the gods flashed through his mind, and he also remembered the words of Oneiroi and the cat.

"When the self-destructive tendency of the creator is greater than everything else, the world will no longer exist in any form in any sense, and everything will return to nothingness before the creation of the world."

"Moen, make him fall in love with you like you did - it's too easy."

"It seems that the more he cares, the more he will screw up. I'm really curious, it's the sixth day, can he learn to love?"

……

There are still many things he doesn't know, and the secrets he has learned have also conflicted with past cognitions, but if we put aside those contradictions first, and think about everything as simple as possible...

If it's what he thinks, is it possible to do this?

"Valede, I love you, I love you!" Moen lay on the ground, grabbing Velede's trousers in a panic.

He poured out his love loudly without hesitation, almost shouting his confession in order to let the other party hear clearly in the thunderstorm.

The roaring thunder suddenly stopped, the storm subsided, the dark clouds in the sky disappeared, and the bright moon appeared again. The trembling between the sky and the earth disappeared in an instant, and everything that happened seemed to be just an illusion.

The chaos and noise disappeared in a second, as if making way for Moen's voice, and everything in the world was willing to keep quiet and listen to his precious voice.

"I, I love you." Moen broke the silence with a trembling voice.

It seems that it really works, and the world is back to stability.

Disasters and visions are directly linked to the emotions of the gods, even if the gods turn themselves into humans at this moment.

If confessing himself can save the world, Moen doesn't mind restraining all shame and expressing his love to Velede.

Veled lowered his head in silence, his eyes covered by hair.

Moen could only see his high nose and pursed mouth.

And his hands hanging on the sides, slightly curled up.

Moen was pulled up from the ground by those hands, and then he heard the owner of the hands ask: "...What did you say?"

His tone was steady and odd.

Moen swallowed, wondering if he should repeat it again.

While hesitating, he thought of a new question. While patting the dirt on his clothes, he asked cautiously, "Waled, are you still human?"

The question is ambiguous, but Moen only wants to take it literally.

He was born with a vision just now, and he almost thought that the gods were about to awaken.

Standing in front of him now, is it the human Velede, or the god Vilnes?

"You... adore me?" Velede didn't answer Moen's question directly, and seemed unable to get out of Moen's "Words of the Wild Wave" for the time being.

The donkey's lips didn't match the horse's mouth, and the two said their own things.

"I, I, I am." Moen nodded with a broken heart.

"You, adore me, please me, want to possess me?" Willad continued to ask, he uttered every word very softly, and kept staring into Moen's eyes while speaking.

It's all about admiration and pleasing, possession...

Mo En's face suddenly turned red.

The atmosphere was so charming that it was out of place, but he still maintained a trace of sobriety. If his mission was really what the cat said in his dream, he had to express some words to the gods.

"I adore you, I like you, but you are still yourself, even if we love each other, we don't belong to each other. Love is trust, it's frankness, it's not arrogance or cranky thinking, it's not concealment and it's not control. Love likes you Everything, whether it's you who are compassionate and gentle, or you who are paranoid and gloomy." Moen's heart fluctuated violently, he paused, and when he spoke again, his voice became very soft, and his speaking speed became extremely slow.

He looked at Velede seriously, and said, "It doesn't matter if it's you who are as high as the moon in the sky, or you who are sinking into the abyss and struggling in the quagmire."

He spoke for a long time, and used parallels and metaphors.

If Teacher Shanna heard it, he might be impressed with him. After all, she always said that his writing was rigid and rigid. This time, he poured all his emotions into his expression, which really moved the listeners.

As the only listener, Willed stood quietly for a long time, his eyes flickered, and then he seemed to smile at him.

Moen didn't see it too clearly, but at that moment he felt as if he saw the original Vernes he knew.

The gentle god who smiled at him when he discovered that the power of his faith was the red color of the heart of love.

Looking down in a daze, the two of them were still standing in a pool of blood.

"We killed people." Moen murmured.