After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin pressed his chest and looked for the source of the voice.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound.

It may not have been expected that anyone would hear it, and neither the other person nor the other person who was speaking took any precautions.

A female voice asked, "What's the difference? He's still He."

Yan Hui's voice carried a smile: "No, because of this, He is not exactly the original Him."

"Hmm..." The female voice pondered for a moment and said, "You mean, although it can restore its former glory, you still want him to maintain some characteristics of the person 'Yan Zhijin'. In other words, you want him to Reborn as 'Yan Zhijin'."

The three words "Yan Zhijin" are very light, mixed in a long paragraph, like a fleeting modal particle, Yan Zhijin's auditory nerves still accurately captured these three words.

He stopped and concentrated, lest he miss any useful information.

The heartbeat couldn't help but become much faster, the blood flow accelerated, and every nerve was stretched to the extreme.

"Yes," Yan Hui said calmly, "He is still the constructor of the huge universe, but at the same time, he loves me. I will accompany him to continue his research, and he will also become my lover."

"It sounds like recreating a human body and pouring the lover's soul into it. Oh right~ You were not considered lovers before."

"No," Yan Hui said firmly, "TA is still TA."

"Then do you prefer him as a god, or him as a man?"

"Is there any difference? Both are TA."

Every word was magnified in Yan Zhijin's mind, like a huge reef, sinking into the sea, dragging him into the cold and dark seabed.

Although Yan Hui kept using "TA" as a reference when he was speaking, he immediately knew firmly that "TA" referred to that god.

It is the owner of that slate, the god that Snowfive and Fang Mian believe in, the rule of time and space, the law that everything follows.

It is the bright moon in the sky that cannot be obtained by words.

Yan Zhijin mechanically moved the muscles at the corners of his mouth.

He crouched down clutching his belly, frowned, and curled up against the wall.

Stomach churned, as if trying to get all the acid back into my mouth, and there was a sour taste of rotting food in my mouth.

The other senses were closed at the same time, only Yan Jin's words reappeared in his mind.

The female voice asked: Then do you like him as a god, or him as a man?

Yan Hui said without hesitation: Is there any difference?It's all Him.

It's all Him.

For Yan Xun, there must be only this answer.It was the existence that he had been entangled with for thousands of years, and would rather be hated than be attached to.

Yan Hui once said: If death can make you remember me forever, then I will die willingly.I would rather let you hate me and despise me than let you ignore me.

How could such a person give up his goal so easily.He is just waiting for an opportunity.

For him, Zhijin is just a substitute, a perfect body with similar characteristics to Bai Yueguang.Just like the sacrificial ceremony held by Snowfive and Edward, Yan Hui also hoped that the god could be resurrected through his body. Remain in that God.

That's perfect.A perfect lover who loves him.

Yan Hui seemed to say something else, but he couldn't hear it.

All he knew was that his long-standing nightmare had come true.

Yan Hui assured him again and again that he had nothing to do with that god anymore.

Yan Hui had also happily told him that he was a good medicine to soothe the pain.

Yan Zhen stared at him sincerely and passionately, wrapped his tail around him with joy and cherish, and kissed his lips.

But who knows who he was thinking of when he said those words and did those things.

Everything he guessed before is true.

How can human beings defeat the gods, whether it is saving the world or being loved.

"It's the same for you, but not necessarily for him." Yi Youlan lazily brushed the curly hair beside his face, and said slowly, "He may think, do you like the original Him or the current one? he."

"I don't know what you mean." Yan Hui said in confusion, "Could it be that you lost your memory, so it's not you?"

"It's possible," Yi Youlan nodded her lips, brushed off the collar of her suit, and said, "Is the me in the black suit and the red evening dress the same me?"

Yan Hui: "Of course."

"But some people only like me in a black suit, and some people only like me in a red evening dress. If I wear another one, there will be strong disappointment in their eyes, and they think I am unattractive."

"I don't know what they are thinking. I don't think there has been any change in Him," Yan Jin's expression softened, "No, there should still be some, the former He would not be so patient with me. But that's not the point, what I The love part, never changes."

Yi Youlan raised his eyebrows.

"For me, he just forgot the unpleasant memories between us, and was temporarily injured. He is not as strong as before. He is still fair, gentle, focused and firm. If I also lose my memory, I will meet him now. , will still fall in love with him. These have nothing to do with his strength, identity, and whether he loves me or not. If he doesn’t want to continue his research, he must rely on his original strength, I would rather he can’t remember the past.”

"Hmm...it sounds good," Yi Youlan asked narrowly, "Have you discussed these matters with him?"

Yan Hui was silent for a while, and said, "He will be willing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression coming from behind.

Yi Youlan raised her eyebrows lightly, obviously not expecting the development of the matter.

"What do I want?" Yan Zhijin asked.

His body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of subtle and sharp light composed of thin silver needles.

"... When did you come here?" Yan Hui recovered from his astonishment and asked.

"I'm asking you, what do I want?" Yan Zhijin stared at him and asked every word.

Yan Hui paused for a few seconds, and reached out to help his shoulder: "I'll tell you in detail later."

Before his hand touched Yan Zhijin, he was stabbed with several bloodstains.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and tried his best to touch Yan Zhijin's shoulder.

"No need. I want to calm down for a while." Yan Zhijin brushed his hand away, easily clearing all his efforts.

Yan Zhijin turned around, and just as Yan Hui was about to follow, he heard him say coldly, "Don't follow."

Behind him, a hard barrier seemed to be erected, completely separating Yan Hui from himself.

Yan Hui just watched his back getting further and further away, turning into a blurry black shadow, and finally disappeared at the end of his field of vision, clenching his fists.

"Did he hear what we said?" Yi Youlan folded his arms and asked.

"I don't know." Yan Hui stared at the direction Yan Zhijin left, and his black human eyes turned into cold snake eyes.

"Didn't you say that he couldn't understand our language for the time being? He didn't look like he didn't hear it at all." Yi Youlan was still leisurely, "I guess he must have only heard half of it. By the way, Did you tell him who he was?"

"I can't tell him that his brain will block those—no, not necessarily now, he may understand now," Yan Hui shook his head, let go of his fingers one by one, and strode after them, "I'm going find him."

"Good luck~"

***

Yan Zhijin asked for leave, hired someone, and prepared to drive to where Zhang Shuo was.

The strength of his senses is different now than before, and the cry for help that he heard may really be Zhang Shuo's call for help.

He needs to save his friend.

Yan Zhijin forced himself to plan the process of finding Zhang Shuo, and every step was extremely demanding.

This is the only way to drive other thoughts out of your mind.

He originally wanted to book the resort where Zhang Shuo lived, but he didn't expect the other party to say that it was full.

But the business there is actually not good, and it is the off-season for tourism, so this should not be the case.

This made Yan Zhijin confirm his hunch even more.Something must have happened to Zhang Shuo.

He booked a nearby hotel, hurriedly packed his luggage, and waited for the hired car to arrive at the agreed place.

The car arrived a little later than he expected, but Yan Zhijin just took a little time to think about it, and got into the back seat of the car.

He looked up and saw the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror.

A pair of slender snake pupils that have yet to be concealed.

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Because of the further recovery of strength, Yan Zhijin can already understand the high-dimensional language used by Yan Hui.

Unfortunately no one noticed.