Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

In a low murmur, how much intense and passionate affection is contained in it, I am afraid that the speaker himself will not be able to discern.

After dropping a kiss between Duo Yao's forehead, Theodore used some strength to prop up his body, pulling away the distance between the two who were too close during the action just now, and made room for the person under him.

But this distance is always maintained at one degree, a distance that gives Duo Yao some leeway but does not leave any leeway for himself.

Theodore's gloomy gaze became extremely deep for a moment, but after the eyelashes fell, there was no difference.

He carefully arranged Duo Yao's long-haired robes one by one, and only pursed his lower lip when the person on the bed looked like he had fallen asleep normally.

Duo Yao on the bed was mostly covered by the bed quilt, and his cold and pale face was not used to being trapped in such a thick bedding, but he got rid of his weakness and sickness, and showed a bright and moving blush.

The man's eyes moved slightly, and the palm of his hand slid along the long pale golden hair. His eyes were burning and dark, and his palms were closed suddenly, and the strand of long hair was firmly trapped in the palm of his hand.

After being silent for a while, he let go of his palms and his long hair slipped down.

Theodore turned over and lay on the side beside Duo Yao. Judging from the entire wide bed, the distance between the two was a bit too close.

The man was lying on his side beside Duo Yao, the shadow rising from his side enveloping half of Duo Yao's body, his eyes measured Duo Yao's face inch by inch, as if the most famous sculptor had painstakingly carved out his life in his heart. The most exquisite finished product.

After watching for a long time, Theodore also developed a rare drowsiness.

Slack in spirit, Theodore lowered the arm supporting his head, clasped Duo Yao's hands on the quilt, and squeezed in one by one, ten knuckles sticking together intimately before stopping the movement.

Theodore was finally willing to let go of all the erected thorns, and fell into a peaceful sleep beside Duo Yao.

But it doesn't seem so stable.

When the consciousness is plunged into darkness, the spirit is also being cultivated, but people like Theodore, even if they fall into sleep, will leave a ray of consciousness silently vigilant.

After darkness, Theodore found himself back in a familiar dream.

He was holding a blood-dripping sword in his hand, and the smell of blood on his body was strong and pungent.

The blood dripping from the blade of the sword should have dripped from outside the church door to his feet, but now the dream was dark, and the blood continued infinitely into the darkness, as if it had no source.

Theodore has never felt like now that the boulder sinking in his heart will fall infinitely like this bloodstain, never reaching the ground, and finally smashing himself into the abyss.

His eyelids were lowered, and his handsome eyebrows were extremely cold at this moment, a trace of evil spirit flitted from the bottom of his lowered eyes, bringing out a little coldness.

The blood on the blade dripped more and more, and soon a small river of blood gathered under his feet.

There was darkness around the man, except for a sword in his hand and the strong smell of blood all over his body, there was nothing else.

In this dream, it seems that unlike before, the church and other scenes are all swallowed up by darkness, leaving only one living person.

But Theodore knew it wasn't, as long as he looked up... he would see the mistakes he had made.

After all, it was still wrong.

God statues entrust people's beliefs, and naturally also carry the power of gods.

Theodore couldn't deceive himself that the idol that he swung his sword to split was just an ordinary sculpture. As a statue enshrined in the main church, it was qualified to be the only statue endowed with consciousness by the gods.

Being split by a sword with dark divine power is equivalent to that trace of divine consciousness being completely annihilated by the dark divine power, and the power of faith gathered and melted in the divine consciousness also disappears.

For the already weak God of Light, it is completely worse, and the order to destroy the statue destroys all the carriers that absorb the power of faith, and completely pushes the god into an unsolvable dilemma.

Theodore clenched the sword in his hand, red threads popped out of his black eyes, his face was cold and dignified, and he did not move for a long time.

He raised his head.

The scene that appeared in the darkness made Theodore suffocate, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a slam.

It was a scene that appeared in a dream in the past. The sword light flashed across the face of the god. At that extremely short and extremely difficult moment to capture, he woke up after seeing it under the sudden silver light. All he remembered was The thrill of being amazed and the slight undeniable regret.

If the dream at that time is followed, this should be the time after Theodore swung his sword.

But this time, Theodore, who was conscious, had enough time to clearly see the expression of the statue when the clouds and mists were broken to reveal its true face.

The corners of the idol's lips are slightly curved.

It seemed to be gentle and helpless towards all his actions.

The smile is light and indifferent, which is Duo Yao's feeling towards Theodore all the time.

Only then did Theodore understand why he felt a sense of familiarity with the idol when he woke up, because he was always so greedy for everything about this person.

So much so that after he woke up, there was inexplicably leeway between his follow-up actions, and many decisions were left alone. He thought it was because of his irritability during that time, but it turned out that it was the opportunity left by the gods for him.

Before actually meeting in reality, he had already met each other once.

That dream was the complete dissipation of the consciousness in the statue.

At first, Theodore thought that fate treated him harshly, but he didn't realize until now that there was a little bit of softness under the harsh treatment.

Just a trace of it brought him true love.

There is a person who always pampers him.

The author has something to say:

There will be no supplementary chapters in the future, which will make me write shorter and shorter (support the amount)