God's way of opening infinite games

Xun An didn't want to see how the lion gnawed on the prey that was easily caught. He raised his head and looked at the hazy figure under the layers of gauze curtains on the high platform.

Even with a distance of a hundred meters, that real-like line of sight precisely fell on him.

But Xun An is not interested in the man sitting on the jeweled high chair at the moment, but wants to find out the true face of the slightly familiar man standing beside him.

God's intuition can't go wrong, but he feels that the key to this dungeon may lie in this inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"What are you looking at? Are you looking at the Grand Duke?"

The young man tugged at Xun An's sleeve, pulling back his wandering thoughts.

"No."

Xun An replied lightly, and loosened his sleeve robe from the opponent's hand.

The young man smiled awkwardly, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Henry, what about you?"

"Looking for safety."

Henry was so choked up by Xun An's attitude that he didn't even want to say a pseudonym and just gave him a weird title, but he couldn't stand the value of this face.

"This name is really interesting, haha... Let's go farther, and they will lose both sides in the fight, the more beneficial it will be for us to fight later."

Xun An raised his eyebrows, "How do you know there will be a fight next?"

"Oh, I went to a championship competition when my family was rich, so I still have a little impression of the process."

Henry's eyes were sad, and his tone was low, "It's a pity that I went bankrupt and couldn't live on. I still have two younger brothers and sisters to live on. I have no choice but to come here to gamble."

Xun An didn't answer the question, he raised his scimitar and walked towards the lion who was still feasting in the middle of the field.

"Hey! Come back soon!"

Henry was taken aback by his bold move, hesitated again and again, and finally stomped his feet and followed behind him.

Since this game has two modes of operation for ordinary humans and himself, there is no need for him to follow the rules and follow the rules to clear the level in an ordinary way.

"You are lucky, you can avoid this disaster."

Seeing the winners who were waiting for an opportunity to attack the lion, Xun'an formed a circle, surrounded the lion but no one dared to step forward, and said to himself.

Henry felt that Xun An's footsteps were not fast, but he was taking big strides, and he couldn't even keep up with a trot. He watched him squeeze into the crowd, and he could only find a piece of clothes.

He quietly looked at the symbol of power on the high platform without any response, and the figure covered by the light veil did not move as it should.

"Strange...it shouldn't be..."

Xun An easily passed through the crowd, and amidst the noise, he took a step that no one dared to take.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he plunged the scimitar in his hand into the yellow ground, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The invisible spiritual power is like the wind blowing on the surface of the sea, and the ripples spread far away.

The second hand stops moving.

The spectators, who were still howling in excitement, opened their mouths wide in anger, and the splashed saliva stopped in the air, and the blood beads stained on the sharp teeth of the lion condensed on the tip of the teeth, unable to fall off.

Xun An pointed a finger on the lion's forehead, and with a swipe of his hand, it rolled over on the ground, its eyes were closed tightly, and it was no longer breathing.

"It seems that there is still something..."

Xun An raised his hand, and the scimitar that had sunk into the ground burst out with a bang, and the hilt flew straight into his hand.

He waved his hand twice, and the strong wind passed by, causing several wounds of different depths on the lion's body.

The blade was stained with blood on the bloody, disemboweled corpse on the ground next to it.

The spring water was ding-dong, violent human voices suddenly erupted in the quiet arena, and a warm breeze began to blow. A handsome young man with a bloody scimitar in his hand, and a ragged lion at his feet.

"Well, how is this possible?"

Henry's thoughts were the same as most people's. He stumbled back a few steps and stared blankly at Xun An, who was the focus of the audience. He couldn't believe that such a thin man had subdued a lion that was just alive and well.

No matter whether everyone accepted it or not, the horn sounded, the iron gates of the four sides opened wide, and several rows of soldiers held up spears and short swords to disperse the bidders, leaving the rest in the center to search for safety.

A soldier in shiny armor walked up to Xun An and gave him a military salute, "Please come with me, Grand Duke Nelson please."

Xun An nodded, and followed the soldiers to the door opening in the north, with countless envious eyes behind him.

Inside the iron gate is a narrow and cold passage, with candlesticks lit on the walls on both sides, and the flames are flickering.

There is a bifurcation in front of the road, and if you continue to the north, there is still an endless path. On the right side, there is a winding stone staircase going up, and some pale white light shines faintly on the bluestone steps.

The soldier led him into the stairs on the right, and turned his head to look at him during the process, as if to make sure that he was not lost, but Xun An sensed other meanings from his eyes.

Xun'an remained silent, and after going around three or four times, the hot air and the dazzling sunlight visited him together.

Xun An approached the private space under the mysterious white veil step by step, and the surrounding eyes followed his steps like laser lights.

It's a pity that no one talked about it and couldn't hear some information.

It's just that the surroundings were too quiet, Xun An raised his eyes and saw their expressions of shock, puzzlement or interest.

"Dear Grand Duke, Vincent is here." The soldier stopped outside the veil and bowed to salute.

"Let him in."

A warm and slightly hoarse voice came from inside, like a pool of warm hot spring water in the cold winter, melting the frozen soil and sprouting the most tender green shoots.

Xun An glanced at the affectionate eyes full of nostalgia behind the lifted white gauze, and subconsciously frowned.

"Ah, it really seems..."

A surprised exclamation came from the side of the man in the high position.

For some reason, Xun An originally paid attention to the people standing beside him, but when he saw the man in front of him, he felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart.

It is not against harmony, nor is it a sudden instant feeling, it is more like a dusty memory left behind in the depths of my heart that has not seen the sun for a long time. Yingying luster.

But this sense of familiarity came and went quickly, before Xun An caught a strand, he was swept into the bottom of the sea by the tide again.

"You go out first."

The Grand Duke covered the affection in his eyes, and said coldly to the people beside him.

"……Yes."

The man had some criticisms, but he held back his words, and before leaving, he cast an angry look at Xun An.

Only then did Xun An turn his eyes to him, and then he realized why he thought this person's figure was familiar to him.

It's only because his face is [-]% similar to his own, and his figure is close, so he feels a little familiar.

Presumably it was Boris who was gaining power in his population.

"Come here, come closer to me."

Grand Duke Nelson waved to him, then took a pink and plump peach from the fruit plate on the small log table and handed it to Xun An.

"Try it."

Xun An smiled a little, took it unceremoniously, and bit down, the sweet juice and soft flesh filled his mouth, giving Xun An great satisfaction.

Nelson couldn't take his eyes off, just watched Xun Anlian take several mouthfuls, his cherry lips were moistened with peach juice, revealing a crystal luster, really attractive.

"tasty."

After Xun An finished eating, he put the fruit core out of the plate, and his tone was slightly soft.

"Look at you, eat your mouth full."

Nelson took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, embroidered a childish pair of red-feathered robins, the stitches were not dense, it can be seen that the embroiderer's technique is not very exquisite, and it is extremely inconsistent with Nelson's noble status symbol.

He stood up, raised his hand and wiped the water stains on Xun An's lips with a silk handkerchief, his movements were gentle and slow.

Xun An didn't expect Nelson to act like this. Before he slapped his hand away, Nelson took back the handkerchief.

"I'm not your lover."

Hearing this, Nelson laughed at himself and said, "I know this better than you."

He folded Sipa and put it back in his arms, looking at Xun An's face, "You are very similar to him, like a twin brother, but you don't see me in your eyes."

"We love each other so much that neither the secular world nor human relations can stop us, but the world is unpredictable...I, Eli Nelson, is powerful and rich, but I am helpless in the face of illness and helpless."

Xun An's brows were gradually raised, and he caught a few key words, "Secular ethics? Your lover..."

"Don't worry, I don't like you, and the subconscious behavior just now is just because you look exactly like An."

Nelson had his hands behind his back, and his figure was a little lonely, "God took Ann away, but cruelly sent these people who are so similar to him, which made me suffer a lot."

"In this case, you might as well die for love."

Nelson's lover is eight or nine out of ten men, and it is rare that he is a symbol of power and power in the old days, and he has a sincere heart towards homosexuals.

Although Xun'an doesn't understand love, he somehow knows that human beings will be accompanied by death, and die for love to prove that even death can't eliminate their feelings.

He also doesn't mind showing Nelson the way out of his misery.

"...I think but I can't."

Nelson walked up to Xun An, put his hands on his arms, and was about to blurt out some words, "As long as you become..."

"Grand Duke! The second round is almost over."

Boris, who was called out by Nelson before, lifted the curtain, with a look of anxiety on his face, seeing Nelson and Xun An very close together, there was a strange look in his eyes.

Interrupted by Burris, Nelson distanced himself, feeling resentful in his heart.

"Come on."

The soldier leading the way stood outside and responded.

"Bring Vincent back."

Xun'an glanced between the two of them, evoking a half-hearted smile, "It's such a pain that I can't tell."

He stepped up and followed the soldiers back the same way, leaving Nelson and Burris to have their own thoughts.

"Warren Burris, remember your identity. I can fulfill your wish, and I can revoke it naturally. Don't try to challenge my patience."

Nelson turned around and sat down on the high chair, his tone was as cold as snowflakes in the twelfth lunar month.

Boris lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug into his palms, gritted his teeth and let out a word, "Yes..."

Nelson stopped looking at him, and his eyes fell on the hunting ground not far away, his beautiful figure stood out like a flock of chickens.

"There is a beautiful woman in the world, and a clear spring comes out of deep snow. This heart had no intention, and it fell into a dream."

He whispered softly, unable to express his full of affection.