After awakening the evil god, it was marked

It seemed that something exploded in his head with a "buzz".

From a string of small sparks, it spread into a sea of ​​stars all over the sky, eclipsing the original sky.

Nerve cells stretch out thin and complicated synapses, which connect with each other and form a dense network.

The net keeps expanding, occupying the space in the brain to the brim, almost breaking the skull.

Yan Zhijin knelt down with his hands on his forehead, and curled up his body.

It seemed that there were many things clamoring to break through the shackles of the brain and appear in front of his eyes, but the voices were mixed together, making him unable to hear anything clearly.

He saw the dream of the past, the infinite space, the door, the silver snake, the shining stone.

He also saw black snakes, bloody and screaming human worshipers.

Those are his past.

is himself.

That silvery white snake was himself.

It seemed that there was a door, which opened by itself, and warm light shone through it, covering him.

His body is extraordinarily light, and his brain is also extraordinarily clear.

He saw his own body split, shattered, and reassembled, like a puddle of soapy water, blown out enough bubbles to fill the entire room, and watched those bubbles squeeze each other into one giant bubble .

He experienced cell division and differentiation again, and finally reassembled this body, but the inner structure was completely different.

His sensory organs were filled with dull pain that squeezed him.

"Zhijin?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't bring this up now."

"You need some way to expend those burgeoning energy."

"Wait a minute, I'll help you."

He vaguely heard someone calling him.

but--

Can't move.

He couldn't control his body, or in other words, every muscle and every nerve tried to control his body.

"hiss--"

Amid the intense pain, he vaguely saw a snake crawling out of the bubbles, turning the translucent bubbles into a pool of black mud, and spitting out a purple-red letter at him.

Those bubbles shrank and melted rapidly, turning into a pool of stagnant water.

A part of his body was devoured.

And he knew that these were made by snakes.

The snake looked at him with a pair of unblinking, fierce vertical pupils everywhere, stirred up the foam around him with its flexible and slender snake tail, squeezed to his side, wrapped its dark body around him, and laughed viciously. Said: "You feel bad, don't you?"

As he spoke, those bubbles were still melting.

"It's a pity, at this time, I'm the only one by your side again. It seems that every time you are the most vulnerable, you will fall into my hands."

His voice pierced through the pain and echoed clearly in Yan Zhijin's mind.

"This process is like this, your body is not ready yet. I didn't intend to remind you, but I can't stop you." The snake raised the tip of its tail and shook it in annoyance, "Seeing you in such pain , I can only help, help, you."

He looked at the person curled up in front of him, and opened his mouth, revealing his fangs dripping with venom: "Actually, you are fine now. You are weak now, and I like how weak you look."

He slowly swam up to Yan Zhijin's shoulder and around the back of his neck, his fangs impatiently grinding the fragile skin: "Even if you don't want to, you have to let me manipulate you."

Yan Zhijin's lips moved, but before he could make a sound, he preemptively said, "It's true that the victory is invincible, and I'm really ashamed. But you should know that I've always been so shameful. As long as the goal can be achieved, in any way ,Is it important?"

Yan Zhijin's face was ruddy, but her lips were pale.His lips moved, as if talking about something, but only a broken tone came out.

"What do you want to say, let's talk about it later." Snake listened attentively for a while, but still couldn't confirm what he wanted to say, and said regretfully and maliciously, "I don't have the patience to wait."

He poked at the piece of soft flesh with his fangs, his eyes showed greed and cruelty, and his upper and lower jaws met.

"I will help you out of this torture."

"at the same time,"

"I want to engrave my permanent mark on you, and when you are most weak and helpless, I will toss you to exhaustion."

"Let you always remember me."

When Yan Zhijin was about to pierce his gland with his sharp teeth, he suddenly turned his head, and the fangs slanted across the side of his neck, scraping a shallow bloodstain.

"Does it hurt?" The snake retracted its teeth reflexively, and arched its cold snout around his neck.

Yan Zhijin raised his hand, pinched the snake's head, and said weakly, "Pet snake, don't bite the owner."

"However, the owner can bite the pet snake." The corner of his mouth suddenly raised an arc.He closed his eyes, almost piously, kissed the scales on the snake's cheek.

The snake's originally thin vertical pupils were almost invisible. Like an arrow, he jumped out of Yan Zhijin's hand, coiled himself into several large circles, buried his head under his tail, and carefully observed through the gap. Watch Yan Zhijin's next move.

Yan Zhijin put one hand on the ground, leaned back, and leaned against the wall.

His forehead, cheeks, and neck were covered with sweat, but his eyes were clear.

Clothes soaked in sweat stick to the body, rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing.

"I'm not that weak yet." He wiped the sweat off his forehead, looked at the sticky sweat stains on his palm with some distaste, and blinked.

A gust of wind brushed past him, taking away the sweat from his body, clothes, and hair.

The clothes that were stuck to the skin with sweat were fresh and comfortable to wear as if they had just been washed and dried.

"Do you still recognize me?" asked the snake.

Yan Zhijin glanced at him: "Yes."

"What kind of recognition." The snake did not relax.

Yan Zhijin thought for a while, got up, went to the bed and sat down, hooked his fingers to him: "What do you think?"

The snake pondered for a moment, then slowly swam to his feet, climbed up along the edge of the bed, and nestled beside him, saying, "The one I like."

Yan Zhijin turned his head to look at him, just in time to meet a pair of quiet round black pupils.

The snake turned back into a human form, its dark eyes flashing with paranoia.

He gradually broke into a crazy and wanton smile, and said, "Even if it's not, I will make what I want come true."

Yan Zhijin looked at him intently.

Yan Hui responded to his gaze generously, clasped one hand behind his head, leaned forward, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Lie down." Yan Zhijin blocked his face and said.

Yan Hui hesitated and did not act lightly.

"Lie down." Yan Zhijin ordered.

Yan Hui's eyes flickered, and he lay down slowly.

The big bed in the resort is originally prepared for two people, even if two people lie down, it will not feel crowded.

Yan Zhijin sat on his lap, lifted his chin with his right hand, and forced him to tighten his neck, exposing his Adam's apple.

"I'm not feeling well yet, I probably need you to help me."