His Highness traded his IQ for top-notch beauty

Gaya straightened up, suddenly raised her hand, dragged her index finger down her eyelid, stretched out her tongue, and made a strange grimace:

"You have to work hard to pursue what you want. If you do it, you may not succeed. If you don't do it, you will definitely not succeed. Stupid."

After saying this, Gaya opened the door and ran out quickly.

Behind him was Hani's anxious call, but he could no longer turn his head. From the moment he stepped into the chaos and left the God Realm, he had already made clear his position.

He can still smile at Yannis, and still hug him calmly, and his admiration and love for him will not be diminished by half, but all of this is based on family affection and has nothing to do with love.

The gray-white ashes are still falling, and the entire city of Evil is buried in the sea of ​​ashes.The shops on both sides of the road have long been empty, and the billboards are hanging on the door, creaking.

It is even more desolate when you go to the center of the city. The rich may have already spent a lot of money and left here. The streets are empty, and only a few homeless people can be seen lying there occasionally, muttering something in their mouths.

Gaya took out her pocket and took out the only piece of bread left.

He weighed it in his hand, hesitated for a while, and walked slowly towards a homeless man, gently placed the bread in front of him, and sincerely prayed for him:

"May God bless you."

The homeless man raised his head tremblingly, Gaya's timid figure was reflected in his muddy pupils.

He sneered, shook his head, and squeezed out his dry lips viciously:

"Bless? I hope that that guy dies quickly."

Gaya didn't react at first, and even naively asked "Who is that guy?"

The tramp suddenly jumped up from the ground, and grabbed Gaya's collar with his chapped and dry hands.

He was thin and easily lifted by the bum.

"What are you doing, let me down!" Gaya felt his breath stagnate, and a strong sense of fear surged up instantly. He thrashed his legs, and tried to rescue himself by pulling the homeless man's fingers with both hands.

"Darkness! That damn good-for-nothing guy! Why don't you bastard angels come and take him away, you'd better throw him away, pull out his wings, and let him spend his whole life in that dirty Dirty place to die alone!"

Gaya gave up struggling slowly, his face was smudged by the tramp, but this was probably the first time he showed this kind of expression, a stubborn expression with red eyes, still trying to bear it.

"An angel like a waste." The tramp let go of his hand, and Gaya fell to the ground like a dead leaf instantly.

He got up and wiped the ashes off his face vigorously: "Although you said that to him, I still wish you good health and happiness forever."

The cursing words were really hard to utter, even though the child was shaking with rage.

It's just that there were some things that were left alone at the time, but when I think about it later, the more I think about it, the more sad it gets.

Like last time, Gaya clung to the base of the wall, trying to make herself less conspicuous, but along the way, it was inevitable to meet some idlers who felt that they would not survive anyway, looking for fun before they died.

But more people still harbor resentment towards Darkness, just like they know that the outbreak of the plague has nothing to do with Darkness, but the long-term torment and the long-term oppression of this extremely unbalanced state of mind. It became weird, and I urgently needed to find an outlet to calm my mind.

So Darkness naturally became the target of public criticism.

Even those children who seem to be only five or six years old and can't speak well, followed suit, cursing and cursing Darkness with their parents, as if doing so would disappear the plague.

Gaya stumbled and walked alone, and it was extremely difficult to walk all the way.

But when the pointed black roof appeared in sight, joy welled up in my heart again.

He wiped his eyes, trotted to the castle gate, and knocked lightly at first.

But after knocking for a long time, no one responded to him. He increased his strength, but the room was still quiet.

For a moment, a sense of uneasiness arises spontaneously. It is a terrible thing to disappear suddenly in such a city and under such circumstances. He even has tens of thousands of worst results.

Gaya immediately raised his hand and pushed the door vigorously, leaning against the door with his whole body, exerting all his strength, and finally didn't even keep his head idle, the door finally opened a small crack.

The darkness leaked through the cracks in the door, and a decaying smell wafted out.Just like when we left last time, the long and dark corridor was dark and you couldn't see your fingers. It was colder inside than outside, and Gaya shivered twice.

He groped in the dark and slowly went up to the second floor.

In the familiar bedroom, the door was ajar, and the sound of heavy breathing could be vaguely heard from inside, as if a blade had been erected in the chest cavity, and the throat was cut through with the breathing, making a hoarse sound.

Gaya stood at the door and gently opened the door.

The room was dark, the curtains were tightly closed and no light could come in, but there was a hint of sadness everywhere.

The man in only his nightgown was quietly leaning against the window, his long curly black hair was spread out, his thin hands were hanging by his side, pale as paper.

He was breathing lightly, but his voice was a little harsh.

"Mr. Ian..." Gaya clenched his hands and called out tentatively.

Hearing this voice, the man's body obviously paused, he tried his best to support his body, and slowly turned his head.

The dark pupils suddenly contracted, and the pale lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something.

He looked as if he was sick, and he was very sick. Black spots had appeared on his neck, and black and blue blood vessels were crawling all over his body like spider webs.

"Mr. Ian! What's the matter with you!" Gaya only felt a "buzz" in his head, and his body ran towards him uncontrollably.

"Don't come, get out."

But just running halfway, he was stopped by the other party's cold voice.

Gaya's pupils trembled, and he wanted to step forward, but the other party didn't seem to welcome him.

"But...you look sick."

"It has nothing to do with you." Ian didn't have any strength in his body, so he could barely support himself with the armrest of the chair.

A sentence of "it has nothing to do with you" is enough to quench all enthusiasm, but Gaya doesn't think so, he thinks it has something to do with it, because he still owes him a life-saving grace.

Seeing Ian's sick appearance as if he might disappear at any time, and thinking of the abuse and curses that those people didn't understand about him, he has been working hard to hold Gaya, who doesn't make himself look so fragile and stupid, and finally got caught The last line of defense was defeated.

He pursed his mouth, his lips were pursed into wavy lines, his thin eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the crystals rolled in his eyes.

"I told you to go out, don't you understand?" Seeing that Gaya was motionless, the other party seemed to have lost all patience.

He casually grabbed the vase at the side, and with his powerless movements, the vase was just thrown out low, rolled around on the ground and stopped at Gaya's feet.

"Are you infected?" Gaya was still indifferent, he raised his foot, and approached the man who was so sick that he couldn't even stand up step by step.

"Yes, so if you don't want to die, go a little farther." Ian stood up with a chair in front of him, and walked very slowly step by step. The soles of his feet seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife. It doesn't feel like much.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to drive this lifeless guy out.

"Crack!" His skinny fingers curled up slightly in mid-air, and then brushed against Gaya's face, his body collapsed like a fallen leaf.

"Mr. Ian!" Gaya reached out to support him, letting the other party put all the weight on him, even though his legs were bent once under the pressure.

"You drove me away because you didn't want me to be infected too, not because you really hated me, right?" It was not a question but an affirmative sentence.

Ian pushed Gaya away, supported the wall with one hand in front of him, and did not look away from him: "Don't be sentimental, and don't think too well of me, you are the one who can help me escape the knot. The work of the world..."

"But you have no entity." For the first time, Gaya interrupted Ian mercilessly.

He didn't care what kind of verbal humiliation Ian was going to humiliate himself, he just wanted to prove it.

But after hearing this sentence, Ian's expression changed obviously, his astonishment was fleeting, as if he had been told some unspeakable secret, he didn't even dare to look Gaya directly in the eyes.

"They all said that the plague virus can only parasitize on entities. You said you wouldn't feel pain. Why are you being tortured like this now?"

He was worried at first whether Ian would also be implicated by the plague, but then he thought about it, how could a person without a physical body be infected with this virus that can only be lodged in a physical body, and he was desperate, even at the expense of fighting with God. Confrontation in the world will also change the destiny. How can we allow ourselves to be deprived of hope by a virus.

Gaya clenched her hands tightly: "Because you are trying to absorb the illnesses of the patients in Evil City, absorbing all this plague into your body, even though..."

While speaking, tears fell.

"Even though they insulted and cursed you like that, and even though this matter has nothing to do with you at all."

Ian slowly lowered his hands, and the dark spots all over his pale skin were visible to the naked eye bit by bit into gas, and then dissipated in the air.

It turns out that this is how Ian constantly absorbs the pain of others, and then uses his own divine power to dispel the virus.He slowly sat on the sofa, looking very tired, he didn't even have the strength to support his body.

Gaya walked over, squatted down, and lightly attached his small hand, which was slightly immature compared to Ian, to the back of his hand, with a starry star in his eyes: "Can I help you share?"

Ian withdrew his hand and shook his head.

For him, this kind of pain is still tolerable, but if it is Gaya, it may even cost his life.

"How did you find this place?" Ian raised his eyes, his tone obviously weaker by three points.

"By mistake." Gaya honestly said.

Looking at the boy's dirty little face, messy hair, and the tattered clothes he had experienced all the way, Ian finally raised his hand, and gently stroked the hairy tip of Gaya with his fingertips.

He was so pale that only his dark eyes were left, and when he looked at Gaya, there was a little more water in his pupils.

"Bang bang—bang bang—" Gaya suddenly felt that his heart was out of rhythm.

"Bang bang—bang bang—" the heartbeat echoed through the silent room.

Gaya knew that Ian's appearance was stunning. After all, he had the same face as the god, but when facing the god, he never felt like this.

The chest cavity swelled so badly that it was about to explode in the next second.

He really wanted to say something to express his feelings at this moment, but when he got to his mouth, he felt that it was very strange to say anything.

Simply, Gaya tilted his head, straight into Ian's arms, buried his face in his arms, and clenched his hands into a ball nervously.

"What's the matter?" Ian was puzzled by the child's sudden movement.

Gaya thought for a long time, then slowly raised a fist and popped out her index finger.

There is a small blood-red scratch on the slender fingertip, and it is not known where it was scratched.

"It hurts..." He buried himself in Ian's arms, mumbled.

Ian looked at the finger, blinked his eyes lightly, seemed to be thinking, and could see his concern.

But he still pinched that cute little finger and stroked it lightly.

The bloodstains became lighter little by little until they disappeared.

"Where does it hurt?"

Gaya raised her head slowly, her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts through countless tears.

"My eyes hurt too."

Ian gently stroked the corners of his red eyes, the pale eyes only reflected his own figure.

"Now, does it still hurt?"

Gaya still nodded as if pounding garlic: "My whole body hurts."

He simply acted foolishly, clinging to Ian's arms with his whole body, his legs spread out shamelessly, tightly clamping Ian's waist.

"So in the future, don't say harsh words to me, and you can't drive me away. I'm very fragile. Every time I hear you say these words, my heart hurts."

Ian frowned, put one hand on his shoulder and tried to push him away: "Now is not the time to joke, I'm telling you seriously..."

"Don't listen, don't listen!" Gaya interrupted him, pressing his body against Ian's shoulders tightly with both hands like iron tongs, "My heart is about to explode right now, and it still hurts a bit, Ian Mr. En, do you feel the same way as I do?"

While waiting for the other party's answer, it seemed that the world fell silent for a moment.

After waiting for almost a century, the other party finally spoke:

"meeting."

It was a simple and seemingly perfunctory word, but it took all the courage to say it.

"God has already told you, I am an evil thought separated from him, and can only exist as consciousness."

"It's really good in spirit, even the evil thoughts are so gentle." Gaya laughed, as if deliberately avoiding this topic.

"So, don't push me away anymore, I know you have taken a lot of risks to secretly visit me in the God Realm." Gaya took out a black feather in his pocket, "But you are too stupid, They didn’t even hide their horse’s feet.”

His smile narrowed a little bit, and in his eyes was this golden black feather:

"Austin once told me to follow my heart. At that time, I felt very strange. Even though you were so fierce to me, you always asked me to move bricks."

Thinking of those miserable days, Gaya pouted.

"But I still care about you. At first I thought it was because of my personality, because you were so kind to me that I tried my best to repay you. I also thought that kind of feeling was gratitude, but when I knew that Evil City had become this After the appearance, I was very worried about you, thinking that if you were also infected and lost your life, I would feel very painful and uncomfortable. God once laughed at me for not knowing what liking is, I really don’t understand, I only know that when I put my heart After a little bit of unraveling, there is only one you left, sleeping there obediently."

He straightened up, stared into Ian's eyes seriously, and said almost word for word:

"I don't believe in fate, because fate won't lead me to you. I'm so stupid that I can come here, so you must not give in to it."

The moment he said it, Gaya felt his waist being hugged tightly, that hot feeling as if he wanted to rub himself into his body.

"Want to eat cake?" Ian asked softly.

"Think! (*^▽^*)"

Ian carried Gaya down, barely stood up while leaning on the wall, and walked out with a swaying figure.

Gaya didn't know why, but hurried over to help him.

The kitchen that was blown up by Gaya last time was clean and tidy, and there was a new oven on the table. Although it looked rough, it could be seen that it was made by Ian himself.

Revisiting the old place, Gaya was very moved.

Ian opened the cupboard, dragged out a bag of high-gluten flour, sifted it with some skill, added water and kneaded it. Gaya stood aside and stared at him blankly, with his mouth wide enough to swallow a watermelon:

"Mr. Ian, you really have a talent for making desserts."

It's not talent, but growing up after countless failed attempts.

When Gaya was away, he kept repeating one thing—making desserts, and bought a lot of cookbooks, and no one enjoyed the finished products. He really didn’t like sweets, so he simply put them on the table all the time. Until it deteriorates and rots.

Ian was wearing a light-colored apron with a tie that accentuated his slender waist, and his loosely tied long hair showed his somewhat virtuous and mature beauty.Unlike the noble gods, the gods don't do such trivial things, let alone dirty their fingers with flour.

The sweet smell of cream mixed with yellow peach fruit pieces permeated the small kitchen. Gaya squatted next to the oven curiously watching the cake embryo inside loosen and swell, and he swallowed.

As soon as Ian took out the cake embryo, the silly boy couldn't wait to rush up and take a bite.

"Hot! QAQ" He stuck out his tongue, jumping around like a bean.

Ian hurriedly put down the cake embryo, rubbed his fingers gently on Gaya's swollen lips, and frowned his pretty brows: "The temperature in the oven is over 300 degrees, so don't dare to do this next time."

Gaya nodded with a small face wrinkled, a cool feeling emanated from the place touched by Ian, which relieved the burning pain.

His movements were very light, making his mouth itchy.

Unable to restrain himself, Gaya pursed her lips——

"What chirp." Ian kissed gently on the tip of Ian's finger.

After the kiss was over, as if she had done something extraordinary, her nose was raised high, and her little wings fluttered triumphantly:

"Hey, I've stamped it, your finger will only belong to me from now on."

Ian turned around, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, and then he was busy with the matter at hand.

After eating the sweet yellow peach cake made by Ian himself, Gaya leaned on him contentedly, squinting her eyes comfortably like a cat.

Now I just hope that God can find out that he sneaked out again later. I really want to stay by Ian's side for a long time without thinking about anything.

The night came as usual, and the smoggy city of Evil could barely see the stars, the sky was so dark that there was no light at all, and if you didn’t turn on the lights in the house, you couldn’t see your fingers.

Gaya was lying in the room Ian had prepared for him, tossing and turning the bread.

He simply got out of bed, hugged the pillow and groped in the dark carefully to the door of Ian's room.

The door of the room was closed tightly, but there was a dim yellow light from the gap underneath.

Gaya knocked on the door.

There was a quick "in" from inside.

He pushed open the door, and saw Ian half leaning against the head of the bed, next to a sleepy night light.Seeing Gaya approaching, Ian casually put the book in his hand aside.

"What's wrong."

Gaya squirmed, hugged the pillow and rubbed against his chest twice, and then his eyes fell on Ian's bed.

"My room is cold."

"I'll go and light the fireplace for you." Ian was about to get out of bed.

"No, it's not the fireplace. It's too cold under the quilt, so I can't sleep." He gestured to scratch his cheeks, his eyes wandering, "That is to say, can I sleep with you tonight."

"No." The weird guy Ian refused without even thinking about it.

"Why!" Gaya was furious, rushed to his bedside with the pillow in her arms, and beat the edge of the bed twice angrily.

Ian rubbed the space between his brows, he seemed a little tired, opened his mouth, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Didn't Yannis tell you that I am the consciousness of evil thoughts and desires."

"I said it." Gaya disapproved, "So?"

"Desire not only refers to the desire for food or money, but also..." Ian raised his eyes, and an ambiguous orange light was reflected in the dark and bright pupils.

"lust."

"What is lust?" Gaya tilted her head, as if it was difficult to understand the word, "Does it mean the desire for a sunny day?"

Ian: "..."

Finally, he compromised, lifted the covers and patted the bed: "Come on."

Gaya immediately got into the bed, and then got out from the other side of the bed, shaking her hair, and lay down in Ian's arms.

Ian's body is very cold, like a snake without temperature.

Gaya smirked at him, although she didn't know what she was laughing at, but she seemed to feel happy doing so.

"Tomorrow, let's study together."

"What." Ian lowered his eyes. From this angle, he could only see a small swirl of hair on the top of Gaya's head, from which grew sweet brown hair.

Gaya squinted her eyes comfortably, spread her wings, and her down feathers gently stroked Ian's arm: "Don't heal others by absorbing their pain. I will feel very distressed if you do this. Let's read medical books and study together. Find an effective way to cure them."

He seemed a little sleepy, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Then they won't... put all the blame on you."

After saying the last word, the child slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Ian raised his hand, and slowly brushed away the hair hanging from Gaya's lips with his fingertips.If only I had driven him away ruthlessly and not left him any hope, then even if I had to be in the dark forever, I could still endure it.

I also once thought about giving up and just hiding in my own gutter like a mouse to survive, but there are many accidents in life. When it comes, all patience becomes impatient. I lost myself, but now I suddenly feel unwilling.

****

Yannis held the parting letter left by Gaya in his hand, but he read it carefully for a long time after just a few words.

Originally, he just woke up at night to see if Gaya had put on the quilt as usual, but when he came, he found that there was only the almost fake cotton doll in the room, and Ginny who was locked in a cage and screamed anxiously.

The seraphs accompanying both sides did not even dare to breathe out, their expressions were dignified, and their eyes wandered back and forth on Gaya's letter.

Even if you think about it with your trouser belt, you can know that this restless little Highness must have run back to Evil City again. What "the world is so big and I want to see it", I am afraid that his whole world is only that sinful and dirty city Bar.

"Aqina." God said slowly.

Archangel Archina, who is in charge of medical treatment and healing, wears a silver chain on his chest, and the pendant hanging down is a black snake wrapped around a sacred tree.Since the day he was created by the gods, he has been endowed with benevolent and stable beliefs. The meaning of his existence is to treat all diseases and sufferings in the world, as well as to heal people's thoughts.

He has silver-white silk-like long hair, and amber-like pupils revealing a loving expression.

But all beliefs must be based on the will of God.

Archina took a step forward and lowered his head obediently.

"What's the situation with the plague in Evel now?" God asked.

He was a little strange, he didn't know why the divine lord suddenly mentioned the plague in Ivil City, obviously he came to visit His Highness Gaya, didn't he?

"Returning to Your Majesty, the situation has improved in the past few days. The number of infections has fallen off a cliff, and tens of thousands of self-healed people have appeared."

"How many infected people are left?"

Archina opened the record book, his white eyelashes trembling slightly: "There are 25 left."

"Go and solve it." Yannis sat on the bed, pulled the dummy out of the bed, and clenched his fingers secretly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but there are too many people infected, it may take us a few days."

Yannis raised a smile: "It's too slow, try to reduce the sick time of the infected person, and bring more medical angels to solve it at once. I believe in your ability."

Archina raised his head slowly, with a faint smile on his lips:

"Yes, Your Majesty, we will do our best to 'solve' everything at once."

The meaningful corner of the mouth is like a stone that suddenly fell into the lake, causing ripples, and the circles continue to expand——