Ling Lan moved from the woods to the library. There was no longer only the same scenery every day, but it was a kind of fulfilling one's wish, but the days became even more boring. The entire Moon Temple was like a cage.

But he soon discovered something interesting.

The "new friend" who he didn't remember the name at all, in a few words, betrayed the god he had always believed in. While suffering, he contributed his body as a temporary container, carrying all desires, and quietly descended to the festival under the moonlit night.

The holiness of the silver moon is like dyed red by blood. The body of every creature spreads silk threads controlled by desire. Where the moon shines, everyone seems to have become the most unreal self, or it seems to be deeply suppressed for many years, never revealed, but the most real self.

The soul controlled by desire turned into star-like light spots after indulging in the carnival, bound in the open crystal box, like fireworks that kept blooming in the darkness.

The surviving crow curled up among the dead branches tremblingly, opened his eyes and watched the originally lively frontier town, hundreds of flesh and blood fell down with a bang, and then watched them slowly climb up like dead bones in the tomb, slowly and passionately climb to the bottom of the man's feet.

Under the blood-red moonlight, the tall figures who couldn't see clearly sat casually on the eaves, as if they were choosing candy, their slender and transparent fingertips passed through the fireworks-like soul spots bit by bit, as if the demon was choosing delicious food.

Among the light spots, his transparent and illusory body was solidified little by little, and the strong wind blew, as if he was afraid of his formation. However, as long as he swallowed the "candy" in his hand, everything would inevitably begin.

But in the end, he didn't pick anything, and his figure faded in the gradually recovering silver moonlight, leaving only the passionate and thirsty Lordless believers all over the ground.

Ling Lan looked at the soul in the crystal box, and a voice muttered to him in his ear. Every inch of his spirit body was also shouting silently, calling on him to devour these souls that had become slaves of desire. They were willing to use them to create a body that belonged to him, and by then, he would not be bound again.

From the beginning of coming to this world, he longed to break free from the constraints at all times, but when he was only one step away from freedom, he hesitated. The instinct before birth and the will that was born seemed to have a contradiction.

In these souls as bright as stars, he suddenly remembered one day, in the unchanging forest, by the transparent and clear river, the god with silver hair as gray as snow and eyes as mist, opened the rich canopy for the first time and exposed the starry sky to him.

He knew that when he was looking at the starry sky, he kept looking at him, but when he turned to look at him, he would suddenly look down at the river flowing by his feet, and his misty eyes would suddenly stagnate, as if pretending that he was a motionless statue of a god.

In this regard, he has always been awkward. Unlike him, he has been familiar with all the combination of desire and seduction since he was born.

The divine tree that nurtured them together gave him all the spotless purity and light, while the opposite desires, darkness and distortion, created him, who should not have come to the world in the endless fire of karma.

He hid the crystal box.

He still goes to the world from time to time to collect souls, but it is just a collection, just like a crow collecting gems, like an ordinary habit, hoping that one day he can't suppress his instinct or one day he discovers it.

Repression is not an easy task, especially for him, the incarnation of desire has to bind his own desires, and his front is covered with thorns.

In between, he was still waiting for him in the library every day, and in a small place for him, he conceived and implemented various tricks that made a god at a loss again and again.

What's amazing is that due to some strange and contradictory expectations, these daily life that had been extremely boring for him suddenly made him no longer bored. It seemed that he had suddenly tasted the ordinary life of a mortal who had seen countless times through the mirror of the full moon. He knew why such repetition day after day also made them full of expectations.

——Because you know that there will always be an ending day, every ordinary day seems precious; because you know that the ending day may come soon, you will cherish every day you have now.

For the first time, he felt cherishing this emotion, like a seed blowing from nowhere, suddenly sprouted in his heart.

This feeling is very strange, confusing him, but not repulsing him.

He began to think that such a day was not bad. When the sunset was still a little afterglow, the gods would come to the high attic above the top of the mountain to tell him a story about the outside, read a book with him, admire a night sky, or be ambushed by him and suddenly receive a kiss.

From those stories, among the mortals he saw, those souls imprisoned by his desires in his crystal box, he felt more and more emotions. He seemed to understand a little, why chasing the most urgent desire should not be restrained, but people would be willing to constantly restrain themselves because of their deeper desires, and would rather step on thorns because of their desire to bind themselves.

Shortly after this seed, perhaps called human nature, germinated, the slow and keen god finally discovered the crystal box he was secretly hiding. Sure enough, he asked him to release these souls.

He thought about the reaction he would have. The gods who are currently Wuchen might be furious, might be rebuked, might be stern, and might be stuffed back into the divine tree, imprisoned in the fire of karma forever, and would never let him out because of a moment of soft heart. In short, it would never be a good face.

But Su Chenyin sat in front of him. In an instant, he even saw a deep guilt and heartache. He seemed to coax his only but naughty child and advised him to take out the candy he stolen from others, and he would give him sweeter and more candy.

Before this, he always felt that he was more mature than him, and he was more than him, as if he had really become a child, a naughty child who worried him, but he was also the only child he loved.

...weird.

Ling Lan turned his face and was unhappy to trade it out so easily. "Even if I let them go, they can no longer live a normal life. They are driven by uncontrollable desires, just walking corpses..." It would be better to dedicate them to him and be his flesh and blood.

What's more, they also want to leave me now, unless God's flesh and blood are used as a guide, but how could God... He thought slowly, but the next moment, the originally obedient souls in the crystal box suddenly became turbulent.

Ling Lan was stunned and suddenly looked at Su Chenyin. He was still in the divine appearance, but he seemed to be able to see that the perfect divine body was constantly oozing out of the invisible place under his snow-white robe. When he was released, he knew that he had already consumed a lot of mana.

The bell in the corner under the outer corridor of the library sounded lightly, and Ling Lan, holding the crystal box's hand, finally moved away little by little.

With a "slam", the box opened and thousands of spiritual lights overflowed, as if a small complete starry sky was released. The god with silver hair and gray eyes looked at him and smiled slightly. In the endless starry sky of the night, his body seemed to be covered with the white moonlight.

He was like traveling back to the dark and cold alley when he was a child. The fireworks were clearly wet, but he persistently polished one match after another, trying to light up even one.

When the last match burned out, the wet fireworks rod suddenly lit up. In the wet air covered by mist, the moonlight illuminated in front of him, like a tulle. A figure appeared in the moonlight, squatting in front of him, as if falling from the sky for him. He held his hand and lit the fireworks that could not be lit. Behind the fireworks were a pair of light gray eyes that flowed like moonlight...

The picture in front of Ling Lan seemed to have ripples like water, making Su Chenyin's smile become as hazy as a dream, like a real memory that has been buried for too long and isolated for too far, but finally appears in front of him.

When the stars dissipated, Ling Lan held the empty box and asked casually, "If I pass through the thorns, will anyone wait for me?"

The god replied softly, "I will. I will give you a gift, the best gift."

...

The devil who grew up in evil desires chose to believe in a God born in light, believing that he would give him a gift when he walked out of the thorns.

However, this gift is a sword in the chest.

The dream-like confusion was broken like glass, and Ling Lan finally completely woke up from the confusion of the dream. He knew completely that this was a dream.

But the blood flowing from his chest was eye-catching and red, and it penetrated viscously through the palm of his holding the sword blade. The other end of the sword was a snow-white and indifferent figure.

It's so strange. He obviously likes me so much, but his eyes can be so cold at this moment.

He had never really had the feeling of "love" and had not had time to have it, but at this moment, he felt a little sad.

Before returning to his soul, when he saw the fanatical believer digging out the heart of his chest in front of him, he never thought that it turned out to be so painful.

He actually felt pain and sad like those mortals.

Maybe it was because of the dream, maybe it was because he was not like him, Ling Lan didn’t feel how unbearable these pains and sadness were.

Sometimes he felt as if he was in this body, sometimes he seemed to be wandering in the air, looking down at the lower head, his palms were embedded in the sword blade, like "he" without pain.

After a long time, he raised his head, and there was a hint of mockery and indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, but in his scarlet and dim eyes, a crystal blood red slid down and flowed through his increasingly paler face.

He only shed a tear, but it hurts people's hearts more than the blood shed from the wounds all over his body, and even the blade that firmly pierces into his chest trembled slightly.

The next moment, the soul born with sin turned into thousands of scattered dots of light, like the strong wind of water, sweeping the soul body that was rushing into the air.

At the moment of breaking, Ling Lan felt the dense and dense hatred coming.

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A candlelight was lit in the dim Wushan Palace. Xie Qingsui saw the dense eyelashes of tightly closed eyes that seemed to moisten a little. He felt a little moved. Before he could take a closer look, Ling Lan opened his eyes.

The outer edge of his ink-like pupils seemed to be stained with a ferocious red color. The smooth and graceful cheek arc floated in the yellow candlelight with an indescribable sense of evil, as if something had awakened on him.

Ling Lan pressed his chest, frowned slightly, and suddenly laughed again, savoring the long dream as if he was playing, leaning against the back of the bed softly as if he was tired.

In Wushan Hall, the candlelight shook slightly, causing the light and shadow on Ling Lan's face to flow, as if he was about to be swallowed by darkness the next moment, and as if the darkness was being swallowed by him. In the mix of dimness and darkness, only his eyebrows and eyes became more delicate and clear, as if the blood bathed in the eternal darkness slowly bloomed with a delicate lotus with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xie Qingsui's heart beat, and he leaned over without any grudges, looking at him with his cheek, "Aren't you angry?"

"How long have I slept?"

Xie Qing followed, "One day."

Ling Lan looked at him, he coughed and added, "Add one night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Lan's inspiration was touched, as if Su Chenyin's breath broke into Wushan Hall.

That day and night, Xie Qingsui did not inform Su Chen at all, as if he was intending to clarify his relationship with Ling Lan. Since he pulled the witch bone, he has become even more scruples. He doesn't care about the shock of the barrier of Wushan Palace. He scratched Ling Lan's chin and asked him with a smile, "Are you still angry?"

If he was so unscrupulous when he first came to find him, he would be looking for a thunder spot. But now, seeing him so recklessly and treating the intruder as nothing, he would inexplicably like him more.

Ling Lan also laughed, "I won't be angry if my uncle does me a favor."

“What’s the busy thing?”
Chapter completed!