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The heavy gate was closed, and Diris stood at the gate of the forbidden area, watching the ice-blue door that was more than ten meters high silently close in front of him, separating him from Wu Sixuan in an instant. This feeling made his heart a little impetuous.

The hands under the sleeves unconsciously clenched into fists, and the knuckles that turned white due to too much force even made a 'click' sound. Wu Sixuan and Marcimos have entered the private forbidden area belonging to the Demon Emperor. At this moment Standing outside the gate, he has completely lost the aura of Wu Sixuan. If it is not confirmed that he is inside the gate at this moment, then he may have the illusion that Wu Sixuan has completely moved away from him.

"Xuan, don't let me down." Licking his lips, Diris' emerald eyes no longer had the soft look when he faced Wu Sixuan, and he stared at the door for 10 minutes with sharp and cold eyes. He just turned and left.

Under the black windbreaker, his slender and handsome back still carried a cold and frightening aura. Without Wu Sixuan, he became that cold-blooded and cruel devil again. He never cared about killing people. Weak lives are in his eyes. Even ants are worse than ants, the only person who provoked him but was not killed by him has now become his inviolable back scale.

"Urifiel Harold, you have caused me to bleed so much, it is time to pay back!" He called the Demon Emperor by his name, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. For a moment, his figure and Diris Enoch seems to be overlapping, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

At this moment, Wu Sixuan is obviously not going well. His body has entered a kind of unspeakable pain. Every inch of his body seems to be torn apart, and the tearing is non-stop. The time seemed to be so long that it seemed century after century, even if Wu Sixuan had a firm mind, the idea of ​​giving up emerged in his heart.

"If you give up lightly, I will accompany you." The words of Diris flashed in Chaos' mind, and Wu Sixuan couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart. Diris, a crow mouth...

But once I think of Diris, the memory is like a wild horse running wild, and the memory about this man keeps rushing out. He is domineering, cruel, and cold-blooded, and he is gentle, affectionate, and focused. Every aspect of him made the memory of Diris in Wu Sixuan's mind more and more clear. Even the warmth when he was hugged by him made him greedily reminisce. teardrops.

Just before he had time to be shocked by the tears he shed, an anxious cry woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Marthimus's terrified and terrified expression, and then he was swallowed whole by the darkness.

Marcimos looked palely at the table where Messiah was lying just now. This specially blessed table has turned into a pile of powder and lies there silently, and Messiah has disappeared.

"How could this be? How could this be?" Marcimos said to himself in disbelief. His complexion was very bad, his long ice-blue hair was also stained with a layer of frost, and even his eyes were dimmed. few.

"What's the problem? My main god's divinity has the law of space, and the Messiah has already...why does this happen? The law of space is rioting? The space storm is not necessary. His life, but he doesn't know where he was teleported to, I hope it's not too bad..." Marcimos sat down and rubbed his swollen forehead, losing his godhood. He is really powerless to give Messiah any help now, and everything depends on himself.

The turbulent sea was illuminated by a flash of lightning in the darkness. I saw a merchant ship swaying like a leaf on the sea with the waves. The clothes of the sailors on the ship were all wet by rain and sea water. Everyone's face was blue from the cold, but even so, each of them stuck to their posts.

"Everyone, work harder, the storm will pass soon!" A burly middle-aged man with a beard yelled at the crowd. Many people touched the water stains on their faces and continued to work. Also cursing.

"This damn weather, it was fine just now, but I changed my face all of a sudden!" A sailor spat out the bitter and salty seawater in his mouth, and continued to curse in his stinky mouth.

"Okay, okay, there are still three days before we can call at the port, and when we get the money, we can go and have fun again." A wretched-looking man next to him grinned with black and yellow teeth. more obscene.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Everyone on the deck couldn't help showing the same tacit smile.

In a messy barn below the deck, an oil lamp was dangling non-stop. A thin young man clutched his clothes and quickly opened the hatch to come in. Then he closed the hatch carefully and then let it go. tone.

The young man's sallow and thin face and figure made him look more like an underage child. His face was not ugly, but he was not pretty either. Fortunately, there was clarity in his big blue eyes.

The young man opened his clothes and took out the bread and a small pot of milk that he hid in his arms and walked towards his own bed. He said it was a bed, but it was just a corner with a blanket. At this moment, on his 'bed' , a person fell asleep, a musty but clean blanket was covered on that person, fluttering up and down with his breath.

He walked over and stared at the man's back in a daze for a moment, until the hull shook once, he held on to the shaking oil lamp, took a deep breath and patted the sleeping man.

"Hey, wake up." He patted the person, and the person under the blanket seemed to struggle and slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes he had never seen before, let alone the owner of those eyes. The young man couldn't help but knelt down beside the bed while covering his beating heart.

The dark golden eyes were shaking with waves, and the brilliant and dazzling color seemed to attract all the light. The eyes that looked like amber and gold looked at him blankly at first, and then recovered after a few seconds. Ching Ming.

The hair wrapped in black cloth under the blanket also fell out. The long silver hair was a little messy, but it was spotless and even shiny. There was no expression on a beautiful face that could not be described in words. , cold and indifferent.

When Wu Sixuan finally opened his eyes after going through the long darkness, he saw an ordinary human with a sallow face looking at him in awe with a pair of clear blue eyes. The human was so frightened that his face turned blue and almost fell to the ground.

The young man was so trembling that he couldn't say a word, the bread and milk in his hands rolled down on the floor, Wu Sixuan looked at the surrounding environment, and then at the bread and milk on the ground.

He knew what the last gaze of Marcimos was for. There was a problem with Marcimos's main godhead when he merged with Marcimos. The space storm caused by the space law riot sent him to the human world. It seems that he is already in a coma, isn't he? It's been a short time, if it weren't for the human being in front of me...

"Thank you." It was already very difficult to say these words in a dry throat.

The young man seemed to have just woken up from his sleepwalking. After a jolt, he realized that it was this beautiful and unrealistic person who was talking to him.

"No, no thanks, you, do you want some bread?" The young man realized that the bread had fallen on the floor, and he hurried to pick it up with an embarrassed expression, "I, I'll get it again."

"No need, I'm not hungry, give me some water if you can." Wu Sixuan moved his stiff body, the pain of every inch of his body being torn apart still remained, he had no strength in his whole body, the ridiculous thing is that he is now weak It's no different from an ordinary person, even worse than the thin human being in front of him.

The young man hurriedly went out to find water for him to drink. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. The storm outside seemed to have stopped, and the ship was no longer shaking violently. There were some marks of being beaten, and a piece of the corner of his mouth was broken.

"I'm sorry, I can only get so much clear water. If it's not enough, I'll find a way." The young man handed the jug to Wu Sixuan.

Wu Sixuan opened his eyes, took the jug and smiled at the young man, "It's okay, it's enough."

The young man was stunned for a long time because of this smile, until there was a burst of messy footsteps and shouts on the board.

The young man's face changed suddenly, he hurriedly wrapped Wu Sixuan in a blanket and blew out the oil lamp, then in the darkness he said to Wu Sixuan: "Don't talk, don't move."

In the dark, hearing took advantage of it even more. Gunshots could be vaguely heard, and Wu Sixuan could feel the young man's frail body trembling.

"Outside, there may be robbers outside. Stay here and don't go out." The young man piled up the things in this warehouse in front of Wu Sixuan to block him. There was a musty smell.

Through the object, Wu Sixuan stared at the thin young man. He didn't say a word until the hatch was locked after the young man left.

This restless night is destined to be even more restless. He didn't ask the young man's name, even out of politeness. die.

That was a kind person, and the clear eyes made Wu Sixuan's impetuous heart slowly calm down.

Gunshots, shouts, and crying lasted for a long time. On such a rainy night after the heavy rain, the clean sky revealed the starry sky. This should be a beautiful night, but it was covered in blood.

The cabin door was kicked open rudely, and Wu Sixuan fell asleep peacefully behind the pile of sundries, holding the empty jug.