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The dagger had obviously visited Lucius' chest, but Timir pushed the dagger forward with a blank expression, and stuck it into the already fainted bright red skirt again.

Lucius stared at Timir fixedly, breathing irregularly, but his hands were still holding Timir's shoulders, and his lips were pale.

Timmir yelled: Go away, don't come near me!But only you can hear it.His hand didn't stop, but continued to pull out and plunge into it.The monotonous sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, the sound of blood flowing quietly, and the sound of scratching ribs that can make people's teeth sore...

"Timer..." Lucius' voice was very soft, but it was enough to break Timir's heart. "do not Cry."

Timir felt his tears accumulate in his eyes, and then flowed non-stop, but he couldn't stop himself from hurting Lucius.

Please, get out of here quickly!Get away from me quickly!No matter how much Timmel yelled, he couldn't convey his heart to Lucius.

Father God, please, let Lucius go, please!Suddenly Timir came to his senses, and he turned to beseeching the Father God.

Timir, he is your obstacle, let me solve everything for you...

The scene of breaking the phone call between Arian and Drake once again appeared in front of him. Timmir saw himself ruthlessly condemning his father, and then expelling him from the temple... Immediately afterwards, those scenes turned into that he would rather bleed Lucius, who was also unwilling to let go... No!no no!Timir wanted to cover his ears, he didn't want to hear or see, he didn't want to think about anything.

"You...go..." Timir didn't know if he said it or not, he couldn't stop himself from hurting Lucius at all, tears blurred his vision.

"No! Timmeer, I want to take you with me!" Lucius' pale lips kept moving, and Timmeer seemed to hear him saying that.

go!Timmel felt as if his brain was about to explode, his heart ached, he had a headache, and every part of his body ached terribly.The hand holding the dagger was already covered with blood, dripping down the elbow.

"Ah!!——" Timir hated his own incompetence, hated the cruelty of God the Father... What he wanted was not these, not these...

Lucius still refused to let go, so Timmel separated his fingers one by one, and with a slight push, Lucius fell on his back, his eyes were a little dazed.

"I won't kill you right now!" Timmir was completely in a frenzy, wondering if his mind had played a role, he couldn't see what Lucius looked like now, and even his consciousness became weak.He vaguely heard himself talking, and the cold tone made him shiver slightly. "Go back and tell Drake, since the day Christopher died, I have been waiting for this day to come to Spreiss. No matter how hard he is, I must completely destroy him..."

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Through the water mirror, Musha saw Timir cruelly crushing Lucius' wrist, and Lucius' pained but forbearing eyes... He was obviously not afraid of blood, but at this moment he felt a little scared.When Timir's indifferent gaze shifted to the water mirror, Musha had a feeling of being discovered by peeping, and almost canceled the water mirror in a panic.

If this person is not Timir, then who is he?What's the relationship between him and Drake?Why did he bring up Christopher?As far as he knows, this is Lord Arian's father...

Speaking of Lord Arian, he tried to find the whereabouts of Lord Arian with a water balloon these days, but there was nothing but darkness...

Musha paced back and forth in the hall, feeling a sense of fog.During this period, there were successive reports from worshipers and warriors of grace to Musa about the invitation of the envoys and city lords. Three days later at the latest, those in power who control all the military forces of Sprice will gather on the central island.

This is an unprecedented event, and never before has such a large battle been required to seal Drake.At least in Musha's impression, each seal only requires the temple to sacrifice a part of the worshipers or warriors of grace.

For the upcoming battle, Musa was vaguely uneasy.Everything seems to indicate that there will be great changes in Sprice, once known as the Garden of Gods.

"Musa, Master Timir is back..." The divine warrior who came to summon the messenger had strange eyes, looking at Musha hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter?" Musha walked out of the hall subconsciously, and the divine warriors who summoned him hurriedly followed behind him.

"Master Timir, something is wrong..." The divine warrior paused, and then continued: "He is covered in blood, and his expression is a little scary..."

"I see, how many people have seen it?" Musha stopped suddenly, his expression darkened.

"No, everyone is preparing for the battle now. He stood in place meditating after leaving the teleportation array... I happened to pass by...so..." the divine warrior quickly explained.

"Okay, you go to your own business now, and leave the rest to me." Musha nodded, sent the Godly warrior away, and then walked in the direction of Timir.

covered in blood?Musha was [-]% sure that the blood came from Lucius.

Sure enough, from a distance, Musha saw a lot of blood stains on Timir's exquisite silver armor and white cloak, even on his face.

"Master Timir..." Musha hurriedly stood beside Timir, and then looked around to see if anyone saw it.If the inheritor who symbolizes that the Shouwang Temple is equal to God is seen like this, the holy and noble image will be completely destroyed.

After Timmir opened his eyes, he stared at Musha closely, as if examining.

Musha felt a little nervous when he saw it, so he took two steps back unconsciously.

"Follow me." Timir suddenly walked quickly, and Musha hesitated for a moment and could only keep up.

Musha was apprehensive, but he didn't dare to disobey Timer's order. He walked all the way, thinking of countless possibilities of offending Timir.When he stopped, he realized that Timur's destination was actually a clean room.

"Come in with me." Timir stopped, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the door of the purification room was completely opened.

Musha suddenly understood that Timir wanted to completely eliminate the blood of the monster on his body through purification... But, why should he follow this kind of thing?

As soon as Timir entered the purification room, he took off his cloak, and then removed the armor on his body like no one else was there.Musha was shocked when he saw it, and quickly locked the door of the clean room.

When the beautiful skin like milk was gradually revealed in front of Musa, Musa felt that he was sweating constantly, and his whole body was hot and dry.It's just a back curve, but Musa already has the urge of blood rushing up.

"Master Timir, I'd better go first." Musha forced himself not to look at Timir, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop." Timmir said coldly. "You took off your clothes..."

"Ah?" Musha was dumbfounded.

"You can leave if you want..." Timir also took off the sword on his waist and threw it aside, and suddenly showed a half-smile expression: "Help me and call anyone in."

...Shock is not enough to describe Musha's expression at this moment, but he can almost be said to have started to untie his belt immediately.What a joke, if someone else saw it, he might have the urge to kill that person.

Musha couldn't figure out what Timer meant, but when he saw Timer take off the last piece of clothing and walked into the purification pool, Timir was the only thing in his mind. The waist and hips that swayed slightly from time to time.With a bang, when Musha realized that he could no longer control his desire for Timir, his face was full of blood.Although he took off his clothes, he didn't dare to take a step closer to the purification pool.

Timir first immersed his whole body in the purification liquid, and then emerged from the water a while later. The long golden-brown hair that had grown to the root of his neck was stroked behind his head, revealing his full forehead and increasingly beautiful facial features.It has only been a few days since he came to the temple, and he has grown taller, and his already delicate chin has become sharper... In short, in Musha's eyes, he is charming and messy.

"Come down." Timir wiped the purification liquid on his face with his hands, and the crystal clear liquid dripped down his arms and chin into the pool, which was extremely seductive.

In short, by the time Musha reacted, he had already jumped into the purification pool, and was pressed by Timir by the side of the pool...the two of them looked at each other almost nose to nose.It should have been something to be happy to finally have such close contact with Timir, but Musha inexplicably felt a great sense of crisis.

Timir picked up Musha's strand of silver hair and looked at it carefully, before saying, "You look pretty good."

Musha's originally agitated mood was suddenly poured with cold water, he almost forgot that the person in front of him was not Timir...at least he was no longer the Timir he loved.

Timir seemed to see Musha's displeasure, and forcefully turned his slightly averted face back: "Musa, I will teach you what obedience is..."

"Can you let me go?" Musha held his breath and waited for Timir's answer, and he had already silently recited a spell that could separate the two of them.

Timir tilted his head with a confused expression: "If I remember correctly, don't you love Timir?"

The same expression caused Musha to fail immediately, and confusion appeared in his eyes: "Who the hell are you?" It would be too dull to hear such an obvious hint from Timur without any doubts.

Timir grabbed Musha's throat impatiently: "You don't deserve to know who I am, just treat me as Timir... Now, you turn around and lie down by the pool..."

Musha's mouth was almost twisted by the young man's arrogant tone, but he soon found out that Timir was not joking.There was a cold light in those dreamlike purple eyes, and Musha had no doubts that if he didn't do it, Timir would really strangle him to death.What forced Musha to obey was not the threat of death, but the powerful pressure emanating from Timir...it was exactly the same as the divine power produced every time the oracle came down...

When Timir brushed away Musha's silver hair and kissed him on the back, Musha couldn't help shivering.I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels very cold... It's the kind of coldness that chills in the bones.

Every time Timir kissed a place, Musha would involuntarily tremble slightly. This was not passion, but a natural reaction caused by fear and cold.Timir's original warm body temperature seemed to have completely disappeared, and Musha felt that every part of himself that was in contact with Timir was extremely cold.It was as if, the one embracing him from behind was not a living person... but a lifeless stone statue.

"No!" Musha couldn't bear it any longer, and broke away from Timer's arm when Timer left for a while, but just as he climbed out of the purification pool, he was dragged into the purification pool by Timir in the liquid.

Musha was caught off guard and was given a few mouthfuls of purification liquid. Before he could react, he was pushed to the edge of the pool by Timir, who supported his lower body slightly with the help of buoyancy, and his legs were also separated.

"Timer..." This time Musha was so out of breath that he almost suffocated. He was actually the one being raped, which is too exaggerated.

Timir's purple eyes were shrouded in a layer of faint water mist, and a sad expression appeared on his face.But his hand was firmly pinching the middle of Musha's thigh, with such force that it was almost as if he wanted to crush a bone.

Musha wanted to struggle, but found that his body sank as soon as he moved, and his legs were further apart, and Timir grabbed too hard, it really hurt!In desperation, he had to support the edge of the pool with his elbows.Because of this kind of action, his chest is almost automatically sent to Timur, and it looks especially lewd with the widening of his legs.Musha's face almost turned black.

"It's been a long time since I've tasted the body temperature of a human being..." There was a fragility on Timir's face, and his eyes seemed to be looking at someone through Musha.

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