After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin's ears buzzed again.

The vast starry sky spread out from the soles of Yan Hui's feet, and they seemed to be floating in the sea of ​​stars.

He licked his dry lips, and said in a jerky tone, "I..."

The remaining rationality in his mind told him that this was a trap, the other party would never help him unconditionally, and he would definitely have to pay a heavy price to know those secrets.

But the desire to decrypt was growing like a millipede eating his brain, making him itch.

He wanted to know.

He wants to know the secrets hidden behind the words, including how and why he was born, the limit of his ability, what he and his kind want to do, and how much is hidden in that mysterious universe that they can't explore for the time being secret.

For a scientific researcher with a strong thirst for knowledge, this has an incomparable attraction to anything.

If he hadn't discovered the existence of Yan Zhen, or didn't know his identity, he might not have thought about these things at all.But now it's like Pandora's magic box opened a thin crack, and the bright golden light leaked from it, people couldn't help but open the box and get a glimpse of the whole treasure.

He couldn't suppress the craving at all.

"How is it?" Yan Hui's dark pupils shone slightly, like a pair of magic stones that could confuse people's hearts.

Yan Zhijin stared blankly at the front, his eyes were out of focus, like a carefully carved sculpture.

He frowned slightly, obviously engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

Yan Bo was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for his answer. From Yan Bo's leisurely posture, it was enough to see that he had the chance to win.

After a long time, Yan Zhijin blinked and asked hoarsely, "What will happen if I lose?"

Yan Hui seemed to have heard something interesting, he laughed and said, "What will happen? If you admit to be my believer, isn't this the biggest price you have paid?"

Losing one's own dignity, worshiping an existence so much that one gives up one's self-awareness and becomes a tool for following orders.

For a man who insists that he will not have any religious beliefs, this is the greatest irony and punishment.

Yan Zhijin's throat rolled.

Finally, he squeezed out a weak voice that didn't resemble his own from his throat: "Okay."

The stars suspended around suddenly burst out with dazzling light, almost blinding people's eyes.Yan Zhijin narrowed his eyes, and a layer of physiological tears welled up around his eye sockets.

"The game begins." Yan Zhu in the center of light announced elegantly and arrogantly.

A huge ball of light burst in the air, and the dazzling light engulfed the entire space.

Yan Zhijin vaguely saw the light dissipate and the surroundings returned to the appearance of an ordinary room, so he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where do you start?" Yan Hui asked with great interest.

Yan Zhijin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

In front of him is a tall and slender young man, wearing a black shirt and trousers, with deep and gloomy eyes like a medieval aristocrat, and a skin that is so pale that it is bloodless but not weak at all, reminiscent of something lurking in the shadows animals in.

He curled his fingers unconsciously and said, "I want your body..."

Yan Hui raised his eyebrows, lightly tore off the tie and threw it away, and put his fingers on the buttons of his shirt.

"All the data of..."

After Yan Zhen finished unbuttoning his shirt, he took off the shirt casually and threw it on the chair next to him.

Yan Zhijin unconsciously held his breath.He raised his chin slightly and stared at the person in front of him without moving.

Yan Hui's skin looked fair, but it was completely different from those of those who were seriously ill. Not only did he not feel weak, but on the contrary, there was a chilling sense of death.

He is thin, and when wearing clothes, he gives people the illusion of frailty. Once he takes off his shirt, he can clearly see the texture of the muscles attached to the bones, like a snake, which looks thin but is full of strength feel.

There is an ugly scar on his chest, which runs obliquely from the upper right side of his chest to the lower left side of his abdomen.

Yan Hui's fingers rested on the metal buckle of the belt again, and there was a "click" without hesitation.

Yan Zhijin closed his eyes, trembling in a hasty tone: "I'm talking about snakes!"

***

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Yan Hui snapped his fingers, and a black mist appeared in front of Yan Zhijin.

Soon the black mist dissipated, and what appeared in front of him was the big snake he was familiar with.

Glossy black scales, silver irregular rings, purple letter.

Seeing the big snake again, Yan Zhijin actually felt a sense of nostalgia for not seeing him for a long time.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch the top of the snake's head.

The snake also stretched out its head in cooperation.

As soon as Yan Zhijin's hand touched the snake, he remembered his human form, and his mood suddenly turned cold. He just tapped the scales on the snake's head lightly with his fingers, and then retracted.

The snake tilted its head, waiting for his next touch, only to find that he had turned and walked towards the bed.

The snake's upper body stood up abruptly, its neck flattened, and it swam towards him unsteadily.

As soon as it stood up like this, the sense of oppression came.

Yan Zhijin had no choice but to look up at the snake.

"Why don't you touch me today?" the snake asked ferociously, spitting out a message.

"It's too late today, I want to rest." Yan Zhijin spread out the quilt, ready to wash up.

The snake twisted its tail, wrapped around his wrist, and forcibly pulled his hand to the top of his head: "You didn't even touch me today!"

Yan Zhijin: ...

He took a deep breath, grabbed the snake's tail with his backhand, and flung the snake to the ground like clouds and flowing water.

The snake fell heavily to the ground, making a dull and loud noise. He looked at Yan Zhijin incredulously: "You threw me?"

Yan Zhijin looked at his hand.

This action has been engraved into his brain and has become an instinct.As soon as he encountered a snake doing something out of bounds, he wanted to do it.

Even though he already knew it wasn't a real snake.

"You promised to come to me at night," the snake writhed on the ground with a sad and angry tone, "You're late!"

Yan Zhijin was slightly taken aback.

He remembered the agreement with the snake two days ago.

Many memories related to snakes revived in my mind.

On that mysterious planet, the snake that took the initiative to bring the rabbit to him.

When the wolves attacked the base, just looking at it made them go crazy.

Quietly curled up under the leaves, waiting for the snake to finish his get out of class.

Stare obediently at his snake while feeding.

Gently wrapped around his snake.

And the snake that he had promised two days ago.

The snake's complaint helped his memory to emerge quickly: "You said, how long you are late, you will use three times the time to make up for me. If I don't go to you, how long do you decide to be late?"

Yan Zhijin opened his mouth silently.

He wanted to explain, but felt that any language was too weak.

If it was before, when the snake acted like a baby to him like this, he would definitely hug the snake and comfort him softly, and it would take a minute and a second to make up for it.

But what is in front of him now is not a simple snake.

Some kind of intelligent being in human form far more powerful than himself.

Whenever he wants to touch a snake, he thinks of the snake's human form.

Then it occurred to him that what he touched was actually human skin, which was dry and cold.

The snake's dark eyes looked at him stubbornly, and its tail was tightly wrapped around his arm.

Yan Zhijin closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

He tried to move his arm, but failed to break free, so he could only try to stroke the snake's tail first.

At first, the snake was still vigilant and refused to let go of its entanglement with his arm. Gradually, the snake showed an expression of enjoyment, lying lazily on the ground, allowing him to caress.

The more Yan Zhijin touched it, the more addicted he became.

He always liked snakes, and wanted to touch them when he saw them.

Not to mention such a beautiful snake.

He directly hugged the snake, and followed the curve of the snake's body, touching from the top of the head to the tip of the tail.

The tip of the snake's tail was raised and straightened, and the whole snake slowly circled around his waist, encircling him circle after circle.

Yan Zhijin was addicted to the joy of pulling the snake, and buried his face in the snake's belly scales.

"The wound here is still not healed. Is this the wound on your chest?"

The snake flicked its tail in the affirmative.

"You said that there is no creature that can kill you."

Snake looked at him sideways, with complicated emotions in his eyes.He joked: "Indeed, I didn't die either."

"Is it your enemy?" Yan Zhijin rubbed the snake's wound carefully, and asked with a thought, "Your kind?"

"In a sense, yes," said the snake lazily.

"Why did he attack you?"

"Why... I really hope he will take the initiative to attack me." said the cunning snake.

"He never wanted to attack me." Snake's voice suddenly became low, and he smiled strangely, with a hint of self-deprecating, "He doesn't even want to look at me."

He said: "I would rather he treat me as an enemy. The kind that hates me so much that I want to smash my body to pieces."

Yan Zhijin wanted to ask again, but he didn't say anything. He just hooked Yan Zhijin's wrist with his tail and said, touching it will make him heal faster.

"You said that you will answer what I want to know." Yan Zhijin said stiffly.

The snake's voice was smiling: "I can choose when to let you know. You have to understand that you can't accept too much information at once."

"……it is good."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Yan Tingxue's voice came from outside the door: "Are you asleep?"

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