After awakening the evil god, it was marked

His lips were as cold as his skin.

Like being bitten by a poisonous snake, Yan Zhijin pulled his hand back and said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean."

"What don't you understand?" The man grabbed his fingertips, took out a ring from somewhere, and put it on his ring finger slowly.

Yan Zhijin looked at the huge and strangely shaped red gemstone on the ring, and asked, "What do you need me to do for you?"

The man laughed dumbly: "I need you...to love me wholeheartedly? I have nothing to do, but I can accompany you whatever you want."

Yan Zhijin pursed the corners of his mouth, and fixed his eyes on his expression: "You need humans to help you recover your strength. No, your injury should be completely healed, and you need humans to help you strengthen your strength."

A look of confusion flashed across the man's face.

Yan Zhijin's eyes were sharp: "I've heard some legends that if people lose their faith, gods will gradually weaken and eventually disappear; there are also some legends that say that gods need tributes to increase their strength, and humans are good tributes. It is also an assistant to convey the command of the gods and collect more tribute."

The man couldn't help laughing: "Where did you hear that?"

He drew a circle on the back of Yan Zhijin's hand with his fingertips, and the wall clock on the wall opposite Yan Zhijin suddenly fell and fell to pieces.

He calmly clicked in the middle of the circle again, and the fragments of the wall clock flew back to their original positions and spliced ​​together into a flawless clock.

The pointer jumped briskly, just like before.

The man's tone was a little proud: "I don't need believers, and I won't be weak."

Only weak creatures need the faith of other creatures, and powerful creatures can make other creatures willingly worship them only by virtue of their strength.

"Having your life will not give me any benefit." He thought for a while, and then added in a low voice, "No, from another perspective, there should be."

Yan Zhijin still didn't dare to relax: "Then why are you looking for me?"

"Because I like you." The man said.

This sentence was light and floating, as if without thinking, it came out naturally.

Yan Zhijin's heartbeat stopped uncontrollably, and then restarted at double the frequency.

He knew that this was a critical moment, and there was a very dangerous existence in front of him, so he shouldn't think about it, but his cheeks were still hot.

"But I..." He settled down and said clearly, "I don't want to."

The man smiled at him.

This smile lasted for a long time on his face. If it weren't for the rotation of the hands of the wall clock behind him, it would even make people think that time had frozen.

There was silence in the office, the clicking sound of fingertips hitting Yan Zhijin's eardrums clearly.

His violent heartbeat sounded like a drum.

After a long time, the man asked, "Why?"

"I don't think our relationship can reach the level of lovers." Yan Zhijin said calmly.

"Do you think the progress is too fast and you can't accept it?" The man held his hand and said slowly while thinking, "Then we can get along with each other in the way we used to, and we can determine the relationship later."

"I don't want to be your partner. I don't want to now, and I won't in the future." Yan Zhijin opened his mouth, and each word hit the ground like an ice pick.

The man's breathing became heavy, and the coldness between his brows and eyes became more intense.

He put away his smile and asked, "You don't like me?"

Yan Zhijin nodded.

The man got up, walked quickly to the table, and picked up the stack of documents. The sound of his footsteps revealed the impatience in his heart.

"These are written by you."

"It's me," Yan Zhijin blushed slightly when he saw his observation record of the snake and his praise of the snake's appearance and ability, "To be precise, there are other people involved in the data analysis .”

"You care about me." The man said firmly.

"You are our most important experimental subject." Yan Zhijin said about his research, his eyes sparkled and his voice became louder, "You can indeed change the nervous system of those animals, right? The scope of this ability is as What is the maximum number of targets? Is there a prerequisite? Your venom is..."

"You still come to see me every day," the man interrupted him, his tone sharp. "You will hold me, touch my tail, talk to me and feed me that strange thing."

"You are a very beautiful snake," Yan Zhijin said softly, "You are more beautiful than the snakes I have raised before, and you are also much smarter than them. I like you very much."

A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and he said with satisfaction: "You like me."

"I like snakes." Yan Zhijin blurted out.

The man's face was suddenly clouded.

Yan Zhijin knew that what he said was inappropriate, so he also calmed down, restraining the light in his eyes.

The man pressed his temples, held his hand, and confirmed to him in a soothing voice: "You really don't like me?"

His eyes suppressed the turbulent gloom.

Yan Zhijin said without hesitation, "Yes."

"You're not even my believer." The man lowered his eyes.

"Before today, I didn't know your identity." Yan Zhijin said lightly, "I don't believe in religion either."

The strength holding his hand suddenly tightened, reminding him of the snake tail coiled around his wrist.

"You're sure," the man said.

Yan Zhijin's heartbeat has returned to normal frequency.

He looked at the man's face quietly.

"You don't need to answer so absolutely," the man said, "What do you want? I can give it to you."

"unnecessary."

"You don't need to refuse so quickly." The man waved his hand, "You deserve these."

"and--"

The man stood up suddenly, knelt on the sofa with his right knee, propped his palm to the back of the sofa chair, and surrounded him with his arms between the sofa and himself.

He gracefully raised his right hand, stroked the back of Yan Zhijin's neck, accurately found the slightly swollen soft flesh, and rubbed it: "We have already made a mark."

"..." Yan Zhijin's face darkened again.

He didn't know exactly what had happened in those few hours, but what was certain was that he was marked.

His estrous reaction has never been intense, and he used to rely on inhibitors to get through it. He doesn't even know what it feels like to make a temporary mark, let alone a formal mark.

The man in front of him is not a human being, and of course he does not have the marking function of ordinary alphas, but Yan Zhijin believes that the "marking" he is talking about is definitely a thousand times more powerful than ordinary alphas.

"You can reply me later," the man's tone was low and soft, with a hint of seduction, "be my partner, I can give you anything you want. Supreme status, inexhaustible wealth, endless A beautiful appearance that will age, a healthy body and a long lifespan, and the glory that everyone is looking forward to, as long as you want, I can give it to you."

"But," the corners of Yan Zhijin's mouth curled up, revealing a cold smile, "I already have what you said."

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