The indescribable "I"

With strong emotions in the eyes of the gray-eyed boy, he grasped Bai Jiu's hand with every inch, squeezed into the gap little by little, and clasped his fingers tightly.

He repeated, with a smile: "I found you, brother."

Bai Jiu didn't speak.

He raised his left hand, inserted his pale fingertips into the other's black hair, combed the broken hair scattered on the forehead, and closed his eyes slightly.

His tight brow gradually relaxed.

The other party allowed him to make such an intimate movement, and lowered his head obediently, lying on his neck, trying to rub his furry head against him.

He bowed his head and listened, just like a dangerous mad dog, but now he restrains his teeth, clenches his paws, and acts docile to his master, which is very lovable.

He is so well-behaved that people completely forget who raised his sharp claws high and tore the prey under his feet to pieces.

In front of Bai Jiu, the hunter became the prey.

Of course, ignoring some abnormalities, this is indeed a warm picture.

Strands of cotton-like darkness spread from the gray-eyed boy's head, in the shape of a hazy gauze, a bit like a haze mixed with a few particles.

What the priest noticed was not an illusion. The disgusting granulation on the back of Bai Jiu's left hand was reproducing and wriggling like life.

Those black mist covered Bai Jiu's morbid skin, the pink granulation stopped growing, and squirmed back, and the surface was returning to smoothness.

The formed eyeball also trembled tremblingly, carefully closing the thin slit, shrinking suddenly to half its original size.

But this was not enough, it didn't disappear like those granulation, it was still stubbornly rooted on the surface, which was particularly abrupt.

"It" already has life and cannot be easily picked off.

Bai Jiu frowned again.

"let me."

A hand that was also pale but as cold as a dead man rested lightly on Bai Jiu's left hand.He smiled at Bai Jiu, rubbed the eyeball with his fingertips, full of love and killing intent: "Cute little thing, you'd better be good, don't grow any more—"

Against the moonlight, the sharp-edged face had an evil look, "Otherwise, I'll kill you right now."

There was a faint "babble".

The eyeballs trembled again, shrank even smaller, and blinked pitifully.

"Good boy." He smiled slowly.

Bai Jiu knew him well, and knew that his smile had absolutely no good intentions.

Sure enough, the opponent's fingers gathered together and crushed it mercilessly. At the same time, the black mist no longer flowed out in the way of being absorbed, but more actively flowed out to pull it out.

Its bottom has slender pink roots that curled up after leaving the flesh, and with the body screaming thinly, it turned into minced meat and juice.

The unchanging black mist swallowed silently, and the "it" born of Bai Jiu's blood and flesh melted into a handful of harmless ashes and flowed down. In a place where Bai Jiu could not see, a small tentacle protruded from the indescribable shadow, and the top was cracked. The sharp-toothed mouth swallowed everything in one gulp.

tasty……

Someone had an unknown aftertaste, and the tip of their tongue swirled in their mouth.

The little tentacles writhed happily, and when it was dancing yangko, the shadow stretched out another tentacle, and then the first tentacle stopped moving, and the two tentacles made a gesture of love, and then retracted secretly together .

"It's better to take the initiative to give than to be asked for." Yvette resisted the urge to lick his fingers, turned his head, stared into Bai Jiu's eyes, and said, "Brother, why don't you take the initiative to speak?"

As he spoke, he brushed his combed forehead hair aside, exposing his slender browbones, and he looked like a handsome and compelling boy when he smiled.

Bai Jiu had already stopped his ambiguous movements, not only did not answer, but also broke free from the hand with clasped fingers.

A pair of cold and indifferent eyes were hidden under the slender black eyelashes, and the emotions were unpredictable.

"Brother?" His tone became more serious.

Bai Jiu glanced at him before opening his mouth.

"Today is the night of the red moon. I overdrawn my magic just now. They backfired on me. I'm a little 'out of control'. Before you appeared, their agitation made my head like a mess. It's hard to calm down."

"I need your strength to calm down..."

His little finger was unconsciously tensed and hooked up, but the words were rigid, as if reading a well-arranged script.

While speaking, he maintained a cold and distant expression.

"That's not a good reason."

The man noticed all his small movements, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a drawn-out tone.

"Brother, what exactly do you want to say?"

"........."

Bai Jiu stopped talking, turned her face to the side, and began to change the subject abruptly.

"Yvette, clean up the scene, we'll leave later."

The eyes of the person he called Yvette lingered on his face, as if he wanted to describe him carefully, and then the eyes fell on the restless fingers.

In the end, he let out a "puchi" and grinned a row of white teeth, revealing an unusually sweet smile.

"Follow your order." His long eyelashes drooped, his tone was almost humble, but a series of low laughs overflowed his throat.

"Hee-hop, hee--"

At this time, a thin raving sounded inappropriately.

They turned their heads following the sound, and finally remembered that something had been forgotten.

It was the priest, giggling and laughing, screaming and jumping, mad and insane, rolling around indiscriminately, with flesh and blood falling off his body, and his fine white bones could be seen faintly.

He let out a long, sharp howl, falling to the ground and twitching like a dying fish.

"Oh, yes," said Yvette, "and him."

He was "polluted" by Yvette.

"Pollution" refers to the form transformation that occurs when low-dimensional matter touches high-dimensional matter. The polluted low-latitude matter will gradually turn to the form of high-latitude matter. Their essential personality does not support this upgrade, so they form the original part will die quickly.

And not only limited to the physical/body, but also the spiritual aspect, the collapse will continue from the beginning to the end, it will become "out of control", it is reasonable to say that it is irreversible...

Yvette, who was outside the theory, smiled slowly.

Magic power is something that contains madness, and his brother was polluted just now.

The mages would never easily overdraw their spiritual power, that would make the magic power out of control, the beams and columns would not be enough to support the house, and all they would get would be ruins.

Fortunately, he has the ability to stop.

The "culprit" thought to himself that he needed to add some extra workload, such as pulling out his soul to search the memory before it became the nutrient that nourished the new life.

Bai Jiu has just gotten out of the out-of-control state and has no strength to do this, so he wants to find this cult/cult group for Bai Jiu.

No matter which god you believe in, you still want to escape after provoking them?

I'll take all of you together when I find time.

With this in mind, Yvette spread his five fingers, a black thread sank into the priest's head, and then pulled out a ball of light.

The convulsed body of the priest collapsed, motionless.Yvette wants to rummage through his soul for the memory fragments he needs.

Accidents happen!

The moment the ball of light appeared, black and red cracks quickly appeared on the silver-white surface, and the group of souls jumped wildly, as if they knew their own results.

clack clack-

The crack expanded little by little, and it shattered like a broken glass ball, turning into floating light spots and disappearing, completely not existing in this world.

The soul dies, and the priest who also died is quickly resurrected in another form.

——The protruding limbs are partially retracted, and the head and shoulders are connected into one piece. It slowly assumes the form of a stick-like column, with sharp-toothed mouthparts and tentacles sticking out, and the vertebrae are continuous under the flesh ups and downs.

like a bug.

"Hip-hop—"

The newly formed vocal cords vibrated and hummed, signaling their own birth.

Then, it was crushed severely by the gloomy Yvette.

With a shrill scream, it turned into a pool of fragmented flesh, and black mist lingered around it.

"Death curse." Bai Jiu frowned, picked up the remaining debris, rubbed it, and said, "Someone put some kind of death curse on his soul."

Yvette squeezed a sneer out of his throat, "I remember this disgusting taste. Sooner or later, I will catch the mastermind behind the scenes and cramp up."

He feels he has been fooled.

"It's us." Bai Jiu added lightly from the side, "We are one, and that is our common enemy."

He rarely said intimate words, which were more precious.

A faint red color spread from the tips of the ears in an instant. Yvette obviously did not have a normal physiological response, but his simulated heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Yes." When he spoke, his white skin turned crimson, "We have a close bond that no one can separate."

He almost lowered his voice, a little hoarse, so that the movements of his hands accelerated to complete the "cleaning" ordered by Bai Jiu.

The concentration of darkness in this area has increased.

With him as the center, the shadow stretches its teeth and claws, the shadow outlined by the red moon is incomplete, the dark red fades little by little, like the fragments of flesh and blood rotting, revealing large areas of covering black spots.

The naturally growing flowers and plants are withered, and it is a bare gray-white skeleton, which is crushed into powder in an instant, and the dark field continues to extend. The priest's corpse and the pus of the flesh of the alien species are all wrapped up, and the ground seems to grow large and small. The bag shrunk slowly, and after a while there was nothing left.

This scene is like a predator digesting the food in his stomach pouch.

The skin of the trees fell off, the branches were withered, and the lush leaves withered to varying degrees, like a dead man hanged on the gallows with his head drooping, it was withered black gray.

At this moment, the vitality is gone, the birds and beasts have already fled, and the forest presents a dead silence that is different from the vitality, which is deeper and more dangerous than before.

Watching the green grass slowly wither under her feet, Bai Jiu became even more silent.

Overall, Yvette cleaned really well and met the "clean" standard.

——He swept away all the plants, with a radius of tens of meters, not even a root hair grew, and the ground was covered with white sand. Good guy, he created a desert in the lush forest.

Anyone who comes here to take a look will definitely not think that this place is formed naturally.

Absolutely something happened here.

However, he still praised concisely: "Not bad."

That's because if he came to clean it himself, the result might not be the same. The element he uses well is also darkness, which is similar in nature and has a strong aggressiveness.

Then don't make fun of anyone.

Yvette, who was praised, was very happy. He asked, "Where are we going next? I listen to my brother."

"Go back to my place here."

Bai Jiu does not call the house where he has lived for 18 years home.

"I know, this is your original world, brother." Yvette said, "You told me a little bit, so, what is this world like?"

how about it?

He inevitably remembered everything.

The former Bai Jiu watched everything in his head, bent his eyes, grinned his white teeth, and sneered nervously.

【...I hate... this world! 】

His icy ending voice revealed some kind of vicious thoughts.

The shadows of the past gradually floated up, pulling him back into the dirty swamp, forcing him to recall the people or things here over and over again.

The empty stomach is convulsing, the throat is dry, and the teeth are sour.He felt a strong sense of vomiting, but pressed it back forcefully.

With all the bad past.

Now, Bai Jiu, who has a youthful appearance but has experienced countless years in other worlds, stands here, her pupils reflecting indifferently.

He just said, "I don't like it."

No more embellishments.

"Is that so?" Bai Jiu felt a warm hand take his hand.

"Then I won't like it either." Yvette took his hand and it was no longer cold. He simulated the biological temperature and wanted to convey it to him persistently.

He said seriously: "We are the same person and should have the same likes and dislikes."

"Brother, don't be sad. Although I just came here a few minutes ago, I don't understand it yet, but if you hate it, I will hate it with you."

"Okay?"

He expressed himself with practical words and deeds that he would be on his side.

forever.

The mood that fell to the bottom gradually climbed back to the normal line.

Sometimes Bai Jiu is always thinking.

Why is this product born from his soul so like light.

Or it is an illusion, the temperature he brings is as warm as light.

It was Yvette who rescued him when he was imprisoned by the previous generation of mages and his life was worse than death.After he was rescued, his heart was numb and unable to breathe, when he wanted to slit his throat and end his boring life.

It was also Yvette, who gave himself a ray of light that actually kept him alive.

He was suddenly immersed in the memory of the past.