jdhmnovel Chapter 190: Knight of Dark Disaster 19
Chapter 190: Knight of Dark Disaster 19
{Father, what is that pattern on my back?}
Ze, who was only three years old at the time, asked his father who was holding him in his arms in a daze in his baby voice.
His father, who was praised as the most beautiful, powerful and wise monarch of the Slavs, looked at him with a smile, put his hand on his back and patted him gently.
He said gently in a low and magnetic voice, "It is a blessing from God."
Ze, who was as pretty as a porcelain doll, smiled happily. He was very honored that he was a child blessed by God, and he was happy for a long time.
Until... when he grew up, he found an opportunity to sneak into the secret room under the royal court.
It was an underground space large enough to accommodate a hundred people, and this space was engraved with patterns exactly the same as the ones on his back.
They are densely packed and layered, and flash red lights that flicker with their breathing, as if they are alive.
The pattern on his back also began to burn at this moment, and with the rhythm of the flickering red light, waves of stabbing pain came over his soul.
After that day, he began to investigate the pattern continuously. Although he gained almost nothing, he gained a deeper understanding of his father.
Everyone is just a tool in the eyes of this "wise ruler". The reason why he has such a strong desire to control him and Yan is because they have the value he wants.
His thoughts detached from the memories, and Ze's fingers touched the pattern imprinted on the back of Xu Yan's heart. The blood-red eye pattern and the scarlet cracks on his body seemed like a curse that was eating away at his life, like a maggot on his tarsal bone that could not be removed.
He couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter, slightly tilted his head to rub the head that was soft on his shoulder, buried his mouth and nose in the soft black hair, and dropped a kiss on it.
Ze's eyes turned into a brilliant gold, with scarlet magic patterns slowly rotating and flowing in them.
In terms of his possessiveness towards Yan, he is quite similar to his father. Who wouldn't like such a well-behaved and obedient little pet?
So even though he didn't know what his father wanted to do, he would never give the little black cat to him.
Even if it died, the little black cat would die with him and would not leave any residue for others.
Nan Ze and Tang Ze originally wanted to use some means to find out the situation in the room, but when their eyes met, they no longer dared to act rashly, because they both felt a sense of danger from each other.
This is a feeling that only occurs when facing someone as powerful as yourself.
What is the origin of this person/cat? Both of them were alert in their hearts.
Click, and Xu Yan's door was finally opened again. Nan Ze rushed in and Ze did not stop him. After all, it was thanks to it that Xu Yan was able to hold on until Dean Smith arrived.
But this was not the case with Tang Zhe.
"Mr. Tang, please." Ze stopped Tang Ze who was trying to get to the door to take a look inside, and pointed him in the direction of the reception room with an unsuspecting look.
Tang Ze once again silently said to himself, "This man is my uncle and I must not offend him," and then obediently followed him away.
Smith has already stayed in a room near Xu Yan to rest. He will stay here for the next three days, observing Xu Yan's condition at all times. He will not dare to leave until Xu Yan is completely stable.
Otherwise... not only the Crown Prince, but even the King will definitely blame him. He, a mere dean who has just entered the second level, cannot bear that person's anger.
Xu Yan in his sea of consciousness watched all this somewhat nonchalantly, but his gaze fell on a virtual screen in the corner that had been dark for a long time. That was the position of 937.
After he dealt with the eyeball collector, he tried to contact 937, but 937 never responded. Instead, he set all functions to a fool-proof one-click start and then disappeared.
Xu Yan frowned deeply and used his authority to contact his immediate superior, the god of paradise who still had a childlike innocence.
This is an authority only possessed by executive officers.
"Wai? Wai? Can you hear me?"
As soon as the call was connected, that sloppy voice without any class rang out, and a huge screen with a special effects border squeezed out all the other screens and appeared in the center of Xu Yan's sight.
The screen still only shows His hands. The hands wearing pure black motorcycle gloves are now holding the throttle handle of the motorcycle, as if He is... racing.
The sound of the fierce wind only lasted for a moment before He blocked it out. If the cuffs of his black windbreaker had not been blown up by the wind, one would have thought that the wind had been eliminated by Him as well.
"What are you doing?" Xu Yan asked speechlessly.
"I'm bored of racing. If you have something to say, just say it. I'm busy."
Listen, what are you talking about!
Xu Yan twitched his lips and went straight to the point, "Help me see what happened to 937."
Hearing this, He laughed, "Oh my, little Yanyan actually cares about others?"
Xu Yan was silent. He raised his hand to cover his chest. Was this feeling worry? This feeling seemed to have appeared many times before, but he didn't notice the change at all...
It turns out that playing with gods is too risky. How about we stop now?
Thinking of this, the looks of those mission targets looking at him suddenly emerged in his mind. Their hearts and eyes were filled with him, and they were all Him.
The god who actually likes tentacle cat heads, who is particularly easy to satisfy and easy to pamper.
He seemed a little reluctant.
Care, worry, reluctance... and love...
These emotions that were once very far away from him seemed to be really reviving, and even if there was just a hint of these emotions, the impact on him would be so great.
A sharp pain came from the depths of my soul, as if a hand wanted to tear these emotions off again, crush them again, and discard them.
{Hahahahaha…I know that this is the right choice for Him, but why…is it so painful…}
{He told me to die, and He was right, death is the only way for me to be free.}
{He is not He...He is the God of countless worlds, not my lover anymore.}
{Lover... No... He may not even understand what love is... He chose me just because I am the only one in His world... He would treat others the same way...}
{Even if there is just one more person in His world, His choice will not be me.}
{It was never He who needed me, but I who needed Him.}
{It's me...I want too much. It's me, too selfish.}
{Yu Ze.}
{May the starry sky in your eyes no longer have me, may I long for death and be happy with it.}
{I wish I would never suffer as much as I do now.}