After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Hui couldn't help slowing down his breathing, and looked at Yan Zhijin without blinking.

Yan Zhijin's pupils showed a crystal clear and cold look close to ice crystals.

It was the color of the indelible scars etched deep in his memory.

But what he heard belonged exclusively to the present Yan Zhijin.

He didn't know whether Yan Zhijin was about to become "He" or whether "He" was about to be merged by Yan Zhijin.

Perhaps Yan Zhijin, who was still kissing him lingeringly at this moment, would ruthlessly break open his chest the next second.

This made him hesitant, and secretly hoped that time would stop there, delaying the time for Yan Zhijin to fully recover his memory and strength indefinitely.

But he just spent a few seconds thinking about this idea, and in the next moment, he made up his mind to enjoy this beautiful and sweet experience.

So what if it recovers?He still won't leave.Neither the present nor the future Yan Zhijin can completely get rid of him.

He just pesters in such a disgusting way.

He grabbed the back of Yan Zhijin's head and kissed her back.

Yan Zhijin felt that his brain was bulging, and countless information was pouring into it, almost causing the dull and stiff central nervous system to go on strike.

His body is also full of strength, every movement becomes extraordinarily light, and a simple movement of raising his hand may also cause a terrible hurricane.

Great power was poured into the body continuously, jumping restlessly at the tiny joints, making him involuntarily active and hyperactive.

He was like an inflatable doll, if he didn't release the power in his body, he would burst into pieces after reaching the limit.

He didn't know when this limit would be reached, he could only feel his body expanding continuously.

At this moment, he noticed an existence that could not be ignored.

It was a knife, with the sharpest tip and icy touch, as long as the tip of the knife pierced the tough skin, the backlog of power would leak out easily.

So he couldn't wait to get close to the knife, breaking through the armor that was originally used to protect himself.

Just as he expected, the excess energy found an outlet, and it continuously overflowed from the body and scattered around him.

Finally, he lay comfortably on the big soft bed and opened his eyes.

Yan Hui propped his face with one hand, lay on his side beside him, and greeted him: "Are you awake?"

Yan Zhijin sat up with support, habitually wanting to check the time with his mobile phone.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was taken aback by his hoarse voice: "Have I slept for so long?"

"It hasn't been long, I thought you would sleep for a while." Yan Hui lazily stretched his limbs, "Do you still have dinner?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head instinctively.

He vaguely felt sore all over his body, clutching his shoulders and slowly looking for the slippers.

Suddenly, his body froze, and his hoarse voice suppressed the growing anger: "Where are my clothes?"

"You didn't wear it." Yan Hui seemed not to feel the pressure at all, and said briskly, "You still don't let me help you wear it."

Before the other party's anger was about to turn into reality, he added in time: "You fell asleep while taking a shower. You slept too deeply, and I can't help you."

Yan Zhijin's anger was half extinguished.He raised his arm and asked, "What about this?"

On the white arm, the dark bruises are particularly obvious.

"This one," Yan Hui said lightly, "I accidentally pinched it out."

Almost instantly, the bed beneath him sank like some kind of fluid, about to throw him more than ten meters into the air.

He hovered in mid-air unhurriedly, and said leisurely, "You took the initiative."

"Active?" Yan Zhijin looked back at him slowly, his sharp eyes seemed to want to goug some blood holes in his face.

"I wanted to help you get dressed, but you took the initiative to kiss me." Yan Hui touched his lips and recalled, "I wanted to wait for you to wake up, but you are too enthusiastic, and I can't refuse my kindness, so... "

He dodged the lamp that fell from the ceiling without warning, and said, "So I kissed you too. But you soon fell asleep from exhaustion, and I slept with you for a while."

Yan Zhijin narrowed his eyes.

He certainly wouldn't believe his words.

He meticulously touched his arms, chest, abdomen, calves, ankles, toes, and finally his glands.

No damage.

He was a little relieved and believed 50% of Yan Hui's words.According to Yan Hui's character, if he really took the initiative, the gland would definitely be tortured.

But he would never admit that he would soak in the bath until he fell asleep to pay back his loved ones.

With an attitude that doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, Yan Hui leaned in front of him with a shy face, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"It's okay." Yan Zhijin replied casually.

In fact, he didn't sleep soundly.Even though he was sleeping, the load on the brain was higher than the high-intensity completion of the experimental task.

Until now, he still has a sense of exhaustion and exhaustion.

"Do you feel any changes in your body?" Yan Hui's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Yan Zhijin's spirit lifted.

When Yan Hui said this, he did faintly feel that his body had been reborn.

The last time he came back from country A, his sensory sensitivity has reached a new level, and his energy has never been stronger.But this time when he woke up, he found that the sensitivity of his senses seemed to be higher than before.

He seems to be integrated with everything around him, and he can manipulate objects around him with only consciousness.He clearly knows their existing arrangement, and can use and change their position at will.

He is the source and inner rule of everything.

He watched the broken chandelier next to Yan Hui reorganize, restore, and return to the ceiling, and the scratches on the wooden floor shrunk and disappeared.

These are all things he can do with a single thought.

"Did you remember anything?" Yan Jin's voice was low and charming, like the whisper of a devil, leading people to lose themselves.

Yan Zhijin held his breath and concentrated, trying to explore the secret hidden behind the easily changeable appearance.

About the stone tablet, about the mysterious silver snake, about the rules of time and space, and higher mysteries.

Thick sweat oozes from his forehead, and the pupils of his eyes have changed from black to lighter, and then back to thicker black.

In the end, he could only say with slight regret: "No. Nothing."

"That's okay." Yan Hui didn't know whether he was disappointed or grateful, pinched his face and said, "Take your time, one day, you will remember."

"This is how you fulfill your promise?" Yan Zhijin looked at him with clear eyes.

"As I said, I will accompany you to explore all the knowledge and secrets you want to know." Yan Hui said, "It's just that the human body cannot bear the impact of such a huge amount of knowledge, so you can only take it step by step. In the end, you will find that your body has already surpassed the limits of human beings. You know, your body has changed a lot, right?"

Yan Zhijin nodded, and said firmly, "But you have something to hide from me."

Yan Hui's expression froze, and he quickly laughed teasingly, "What am I hiding from you?"

"I don't know what you're hiding from me, but I know you're hiding it from me." Yan Zhijin said, "But I also know, I can't force you to tell it."

"Well, I did keep it from you," Yan Hui admitted bluntly, whispering to him, "Not only did I kiss you just now, I also..."

Yan Zhijin's temples twitched, and he gave him a hard knee: "Shut up!"

***

Zhou Hanguang lay sideways on the cold floor, staring intently at the closed metal gate.

He has been lying here for a long time, so long that the sun has set and rises, and the garbage in the garbage can has rotted into a pool of mud, emitting a disgusting smell.

The pain in his body has disappeared, but he is still motionless.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

His empty eyes suddenly glowed, his stiff body bounced off the ground, rushed to the door, and opened it.

The person standing outside the door was not the person he expected.

"Good morning. You don't look well," the young man said with a smile.

"Why you?" The light in his eyes faded instantly, and he asked without interest.

"I heard your call." The young man walked into the door with a smile, looked around, and said, "It seems that you are not resting well."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Hanguang said impatiently.

"It's not that I have something to do with you, it's that you have something to do with me." The man shook his head and said slowly, "To be precise, it's you who yearn for the power of God."

Zhou Hanguang's action of closing the door was frozen in place, and he stared at the other party dumbfounded.

The young man touched his necklace with a soft and reassuring voice: "God knows that you are in confusion and pain, and He will not despise you because of this. He is here to save you. Dedicate you to God faithfulness, and He will show you the way forward."

***

The matter of Xia Shuhe came to an end.

According to the police report, the perpetrator was a murderer who fled around and wanted to take advantage of the institute's power outage to come in and steal things.He didn't know what he was going to steal, but he just thought that since the place looked bright and beautiful from the outside, there must be a lot of valuable things inside.

Unfortunately, he bumped into Xia Shuhe, because he was afraid that Xia Shuhe would call for help loudly, and it would kill him.

He was a murderer in the first place, and he didn't have any psychological burden on killing someone.

Then he fled again.

This ending is not too surprising.That woman's strength was comparable to that of Yan Hui, and it was easy to conceal a person's death.

This prisoner is already a death row inmate, and this crime will not change his sentence.

Although Zhou Hanguang pushed Xia Shuhe cruelly, that woman had already taken revenge on him, and it was indeed too late for him to be charged with murder.He has been on sick leave for a long time since the incident.

The police also found nothing wrong with his research.Yan Zhijin rushed to his house before the police because he was afraid that he had the medicine from the research institute. If these things were confiscated by the police, he didn't know what kind of trouble it would cause.

Fortunately, Zhou Hanguang has not obtained those experimental materials yet.

To outsiders, Xia Shuhe had unfortunately died.The students spontaneously held a moment of silence for her.Her parents, also unable to accept her death, came to the school to hold a banner.

The good news is that Yan Zhijin actually knows where Xia Shuhe is going.

Zhang Shuo sent him several photos of a resort in a nearby small city, in which Xia Shuhe was accidentally photographed.

She seemed to be in good spirits, but she was very thin, as if the wind would blow her away.

What Yan Zhijin was concerned about was that there was another woman by her side.

Yi Youlan.

Yi Youlan is the protagonist of Zhang Shuo's photo, and he praises this woman's beauty and temperament without hesitation.

"Wild and beautiful, calm and lazy, full of mysterious allure, just like a giant python in the jungle." This is Zhang Shuo's evaluation of her.

When Yan Zhijin saw Yi Youlan again, it was Xia Shuhe's funeral.

Xia Shuhe's family members decided to cremate her on the spot, keeping everything simple, and the funeral was held in this city.

Yan Zhijin and Yan Hui attended as school representatives.

At the funeral, Yan Hui excused something and left for a while. Standing in the cemetery by himself, he heard a call for help in a daze.

Not from the surroundings, but from the small town dozens of kilometers away, Zhang Shuo's call for help.

He shivered, ready to discuss with Yan Hui.

Just then, he heard a strange conversation.

He is very clear that these words are not in a language he is familiar with, but he can clearly understand the meaning of these words.

Yan Hui said, "I don't want him to wake up, I want him to be born again."

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