After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin stared straight ahead calmly, indifferently and dignifiedly.

His eyes didn't fall, as if everything was under his eyes, and it seemed that nothing could consume his attention.

Yan Hui took a few steps forward, knelt down on one knee in front of him, took his left hand, and printed a pious kiss on the back of his hand.

Yan Zhijin's eyes rolled slightly.

He looked down, looking down at the fanatical and devoted believers kneeling in front of him.

"Remember me?" Yan Qu asked.

Yan Zhijin watched him silently without saying a word.

The slate in the air rotated at high speed, bursting out with dazzling silver-white light.This kind of light seemed to emanate from Yan Zhijin's body, sacred, solemn and inviolable.

Yan Hui squinted his eyes under the strong light, restrained his expectant expression, squeezed his fingers tightly, and said, "I see."

He stood up, frivolously brushed Yan Zhijin's hair on his forehead, and said, "You think of me, but you don't want to talk to me."

His hand was bounced off by a holy silver light, and a burn mark appeared on his finger immediately.

But he didn't back down, instead he stretched his hand a few steps forward, inserted his fingers into Yan Zhijin's hair, and stroked the other's side face with his palm.

His entire palm was burned with black scars by the silver light.

He said painfully and happily: "Why, don't you want me to touch you? Didn't you disdain me before? Why are you so angry today?"

He suddenly clasped the back of Yan Zhijin's head, pressed Yan Zhijin fiercely in his direction, and bit the other's lips: "You don't want me to get close, but I want to touch you."

The calm pupils bathed in the silver light finally showed a slight change.

Under the scorching of holy radiance, Yan Hui bit the lips of the god who was neither happy nor sad.

His entire face became unrecognizable due to the power of the silver light, but he didn't have any intention of fleeing or giving up, instead he laughed out loud.

"Are you angry? Hate me? You will never be able to get rid of me, and you will always live with hatred for me. Even if I die, you will never forget me."

The light on Yan Zhijin's body suddenly disappeared.He was like a puppet that had lost its lead, falling slumped.

Yan Hui followed him to the ground, wrapped his arms around his waist, and knelt down on one knee to slow down the impact of the fall.

He leaned Yan Zhijin's head on his shoulder, and declared again: "You will never leave me."

Yan Zhijin was like a broken puppet, lying on his shoulder quietly and weakly.

Hearing Yan Zhen's words, his fragile eyelashes trembled slightly.

Supporting himself, he slowly sat up straight, looked around, and asked, "Why am I here?"

"You're sleepwalking." Yan Hui said.

"I never sleepwalk." Yan Zhijin saw the horrific burns on his face, his pupils constricted, held his face, checked it anxiously, and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

Yan Hui gave a low laugh, raised his hand to wipe his face, and his handsome face returned to its original state.

The scar on his hand also gradually shrank, turning into a small wound on his finger.

He said lightly, "It's all right."

"Is it it?" Yan Zhijin seemed to have sensed it, and looked up at the stone slab above his head.

The slate was still spinning slowly in the air, emitting a soft silver light.

"Hmm...well." Yan Hui held his hand, pressed his face against his, and said, "Touch and see, is it all right?"

The skin under his hands is smooth and smooth, but Yan Zhijin always thinks of its miserable appearance covered with scars.

"Is it for me?" He flipped through his pajamas, trying to find the remaining clues from himself.

He finally touched his lips, touched the dry and cracked wound, and gave a soft "hiss".

"The desert is too dry, it's time to apply lip balm," Yan Hui grabbed his hand, "Stop pressing it, and ask Shen Zhiyu for it during the day."

"Did you kiss me?" Yan Zhijin asked.

Yan Hui's eyes flickered.

"The wound on your face is because of me?" Yan Zhijin frowned, brushed his fingertips across his cheek, and asked uncertainly, "Is it because I want to go to some dangerous place and you want to bring me back?" , was injured."

Yan Hui was slightly stunned, but couldn't help but laugh.

Yan Zhijin said slightly annoyed, "Don't laugh."

After he fell asleep, he faintly felt a voice calling him, and then he felt dizzy, as if a force filled his body, and his whole body was like a balloon, about to explode.

When you wake up, it's here.

He thought, maybe this stone slab was guiding him to do something, Yan Hui wanted to call him back, but he couldn't call him back, so he used coercive means, and the wound on his face was also left to resist the power of the slate.

"Zhijin," Yan Hui put away his smiling face and asked very seriously, "Are the secrets of the universe and the unknown truth really that important to you?"

Yan Zhijin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded without hesitation.

"Why?" Yan Hui held his hand with a cold hand, as if looking for a source of warmth, "Isn't it good now?"

"The reason why it is good now is that I am in the process of finding the truth," Yan Zhijin said, "I am engaged in a career I like."

The corners of Yan Hui's eyes drooped, showing a somewhat sad expression: "What if, if this continues, you will become a different person?"

"I will try my best not to change myself. Even if I change, it will be for the better." Yan Zhijin asked anxiously, "What happened just now?"

"It's nothing, let's go back." Yan Hui stretched his arms under the bend of his legs and hugged him by the waist, "Aren't you cold with so little clothes on?"

It was only then that Yan Zhijin realized that he didn't even wear shoes, and his toes started to turn red after being in contact with the cold ground for a long time.

He couldn't help sneezing.

"I said I'd catch a cold." Yan Hui pecked at the tip of his reddened nose, "Let's go back to the hotel."

***

Yan Zhijin really caught a cold.

He didn't know why his health was so poor, he just had a fever after sleepwalking once.

He lay dizzy and dry mouthed on the bed, watching Yan Hui bring him breakfast and medicine.

It seems that the whole body is burning, and the brain is groaning dryly during the burning process, and the ethereal and solemn voice is calling him from a distance.

Kind of like falling asleep.Perhaps it was indeed the slab that was calling to him.It's a pity that he is now top-heavy and unable to think about problems.

Yan Hui picked him up, put a pillow on his back to make sure he could sit up steadily, and then fed him porridge spoon by spoon.

Fortunately, Snowfau usually has a light taste, and the hotel chef is best at making this kind of sick food.

"Don't go out today, Zhang Shuo will accompany them to other nearby wildlife protection bases."

Yan Zhijin opened his chapped lips and said hoarsely, "Is it safe?"

"What's unsafe, isn't Edward leading the way?" Yan Hui smiled, helped him dry the water stains around his mouth, helped him lie down, and covered him with the quilt.

Yan Zhijin pinched the edge of the quilt, curled up, and closed his eyes tightly.

He vaguely heard that Shen Zhiyu and others had come to see him. Shen Zhiyu wanted to stay with him, but was rejected by Yan Hui. The two had a cordial and heated discussion, and finally they stayed together.

Snowfaw also came to visit once, and thoughtfully asked if the room was leaking air, and offered to change their room for free, but was declined by Yan Hui.

Even Matt and Catherine came and brought some specialty fruit.Because Catherine wanted to sing a song for him to relieve his pain, Shen Zhiyu sent her to Hu Peng to interview for the heroine of the next movie.

Qi Li'an and Benjamin seemed to have expressed condolences, but they were kicked out by Yan Hui when they arrived at the door, and they refused to let them in.

Shen Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, resting her chin and looking out the window: "Why hasn't Edward come yet... Didn't you agree on eight o'clock in the morning? It's already 09:30! Don't you oversleep?"

After an unknown amount of time, there were chaotic footsteps and panicked voices outside, and Shen Zhiyu also exclaimed, "What is this?"

Yan Zhijin barely opened his heavy eyes, and saw that he was holding the phone, looking at something.

He lifted the quilt and wanted to sit up from the bed: "What is it, let me see?"

Yan Hui pressed his shoulders and helped him to lie down again.Yan Zhijin struggled to refuse, he comforted and said, "Let you see. But don't move around."

Shen Zhiyu handed him the phone and said in disbelief, "I've never seen anything like this before!"

Yan Zhijin narrowed his eyes, trying to gather his attention.

He shook his hand and dropped his phone on the bed.

It was a dead Gila monster with bat wings.

Its belly was cut open, its bright red flesh turned outward, its eyes stared blankly at the camera, and its wings folded slumped aside.

It was exactly the same as what Benjamin showed at the international exchange meeting.