"Do you want to live?"
The red-haired witch stood in a sea of blood, her red hair and red robe almost blending in with the blood.
The man in front of her with pale skin was the only color that stood out.
She looked down at him, and she would do the same for many days to come, always looking down at him, completely controlling him inside and out.
People are uncontrollable, and the ever-changing human heart is even more uncontrollable.
So she never believed that a person would give everything he had through simple liking and so-called love.
Only self-interest can make people willing to keep giving.
"Alive..."
The man looked up at her, his light brown eyes extremely bright, "I want to live, find her, and stay with her all the time."
"Why?" She was a little confused, "Don't you have something to do of your own?"
"The meaning of your life should be something else."
She looked down at him, wanting to get other desires from him. As long as people have what they want and are driven by their inner desires, they can have better control.
"The meaning of my life is to find her, stay with her, love her, and die for her."
The man reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt, "The meaning of my creation is to love her."
She was silent for a while and said, "Even if you understand that you are just a puppet and a tool created in the name of love, you don't care?"
The man closed his eyes and laughed, the hoarse laughter squeezed out of his broken throat, looking a bit miserable.
"As long as I can be by her side, I can be anything she wants."
He opened his eyes, looked at her and said: "I know what I want. I have a clear goal in life. Even if I know that there is hell ahead, I will go into it. The only thing I am afraid of is that I will not be there until I die." Find her."
His expression gradually became a little crazy, "Even if I am a tool or a puppet, I am a unique puppet. As long as I am there, it is enough. If, if I die, there will be a new puppet to replace me. I can't let this happen." When things happen, she can only have me as a puppet who only loves her."
She doesn't understand.
But she understands madmen, and nothing strange happens to madmen.
There are many kinds of puppets, those that can do housework, those that can defend and attack, those that can tell jokes to relieve boredom, she can do them too, but she thinks puppets are boring and not as interesting as controlling a person with a real soul.
A soft golden object snaked out of her hand, connecting the two of them. "I can save you, but you have to pay the price."
"Okay, any price is fine."
The man's voice gradually faded away, and he sank into the sea of blood at her feet. The sea of blood gradually became clearer and turned into a mirror of water.
Countless pictures flashed through the water mirror, all of them were memories of this man. Almost every one of them was a girl who looked the same as her.
The crimson color around her was gradually replaced by rich golden magic power, and the thousands of threads connecting her and the man's hands were suddenly cut off.
Thousands of silks transformed into countless clones, like spider silk, weaving a dense web above her head.
Drop after drop of bright red blood dripped from the top of her head.
This time, it was her looking up to him.
When she raised her head, she saw a big hole in his body. The golden divine bones shattered from his body and turned into tiny pieces falling down.
He slowly turned his head, his pale lips stained red with blood, and said, "Little cicada, let's go quickly..."
Who is the little cicada?
She touched the blood dripping from her forehead and asked him the first question: "Do you want to live?"
He said, "I want you alive."
She asked doubtfully: "This time, don't you want to live on your own?"
"Sethia, everything has a price, and he is the price you have to pay."
The face of the supreme god loomed in the golden mist, and his voice was filled with false and superior compassion, "
He is just the first, and you will pay more in the future. "
"An evil god is not worthy of anything called love."
Countless sword lights came towards her from the mist with murderous intent, "The evil god should stay in hell!"
Crimson magic overflowed from her body, swallowing up the holy magic. She ignored the voice buzzing around her like a fly, and looked up at the man stubbornly, "Do you want to live? I can save you."
She repeated this several times, telling him that he could save her.
This sentence was also said to herself.
In the water mirror at his feet, a man with a youthful look on his face smiled and said to the girl next to him: "I know, I know, I can't die, I must complete the great cause for our evil god."
Sethia closed her eyes and said at the same time as the girl in the water mirror: "Xu Zhilan, why are you disobedient? Do you know that you are really stubborn sometimes?"
"Save him, aren't you very capable! Why can't you even save him!"
The girl kept slapping in the water mirror, "Aren't you an evil god? What kind of evil god are you? You can't even protect the people around you!"
After a long time, she opened her eyes and looked at the girl in the water mirror, and at herself.
"You deserve it." The girl sneered, "You used him to death, you should bear the consequences!"
Her throat was extremely dry and she said hoarsely: "Shut up."
The people above her head gradually turned into withered bones and dissipated in her eyes.
The golden light swallowed Feixi bit by bit, swallowing her too.
She couldn't save him, she became an evil god, but she still couldn't fight against the rules.
Fatigue spread across her body, like a long thread with no end.
She knelt on the ground, overlapping the girl in the water mirror. Her past and her future were constantly being lost. Something wanted to disintegrate her, like flies surrounding the dying warrior, buzzing impatiently. Buzzing sound.
A big hand fell on her head, with a familiar warmth, and his voice sounded in her ears again, "Don't cry."
As soon as she finished speaking, a cry sounded in her ears.
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a girl huddled under the water mirror. She was hurt a lot and was crying very sadly.
"Why are you crying?" she asked in a cold tone.
"it hurts."
The little girl looked up at her with tears in her eyes, "It really hurts."
After a long time, she sighed and reached out to her, and the little girl also reached out. Her hand passed through the hand mirror and held her hand, "Stop crying, the injury will get better."
The big hand appeared again, stroking her head.
Through the water mirror, she saw the man behind the little girl. He gently stroked her head and comforted her, saying the same thing as her, "The injury will get better."
Her eyes were a little sore for no reason, but she couldn't cry, all the tears were shed by the child.
"The disobedient puppet is leaving. Take care of yourself."
The figure in the water mirror disappeared, leaving only herself. The little girl pulled her hand hard, and her body sank suddenly.
...
Xiao Zhimiao was woken up by the fall, and she rolled off the bed.
"Are you OK."
A figure stepped forward quickly, wanting Xing to help her up.
She held his hand hard and looked closely, seeing a handsome face and beautiful blue eyes.
"It's you."
She pushed him away and got up from the ground.
Shen Yuanxing touched his face that no longer had any scars, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "You seem a little disappointed when you see me? Don't you like this face?"
Xiao Zhimiao was still a little dizzy. She lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and asked, "Where am I?"
Shen Yuanxing: "You can open your eyes and look again."
After a while, Xiao Zhimiao opened his eyes.
High ceilings, ancient walls and murals are the classic decoration of the castle.
"I'm in the Rose Guild," she said.
Shen Yuan walked to the bed and opened the curtains, and obvious light came in. Xiao Zhimiao immediately covered his eyes with his hands and shouted coldly: "Close it!"
Shen Yuanxing paused and closed the curtains again.
"Sorry." He walked up to Xiao Zhimiao, "Are you hungry? I'll get you some food."
"Where's my brother?" Xiao Zhimiao looked at him.
"The president has gone out and wants you to have a good rest."
Xiao Zhimiao's eyes fell on the red hair hanging down on her chest, and then she stopped Shen Yuanxing who was about to go out.
Shen Yuanxing turned around and asked her, "Is there anything else?"
Xiao Zhimiao sat up and asked, "What is your belief?"
Shen Yuanxing said without thinking, "It's the evil god Sethia."
"Can you say that again."
So Shen Yuanxing said it again.
Xiao Zhimiao sneered, "What do you think I am?"
Shen Yuanxing immediately knelt down.
Xiao Zhimiao got off the bed, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and kicked him to the ground. He immediately got up and knelt down, and Xiao Zhimiao kicked him up again.
"You're really good at pretending."
There was no panic on Shen Yuanxing's face, he just said: "Lord Evil God, your injuries are not healed yet and you still need to rest."
Xiao Zhimiao stepped on his chest, "What was I before?"
Shen Yuanxing said: "This is the player Xiao Zhimiao, Sir Evil God, I will play with you whoever you like to play."
"You are quite smart. Where did my brother get you?"
"Picked it up."
Shen Yuanxing glanced at the bare feet stepping on his chest and said, "Master Evil God, you don't have to doubt my faith. I believe in you loyally."
"What bullshit."
"You only believe in your own inner desires, and you still believe in me."
Xiao Zhimiao let go of him and sat down on a chair nearby. Shen Yuanxing immediately stood up and put her shoes on for her.
"Lord Evil God, don't worry, we will give you more faith."
Xiao Zhimiao looked down at him. He was neither humble nor arrogant, but he was like a puppet machine with no expression.
Normally, if he was by her side, he would definitely make a joke and say, "Okay, okay, my evil god..."
She quickly dismissed the images in her mind, stared at Shen Yuanxing and said, "Let me ask you again, what did my brother do?"
Shen Yuanxing looked at her face and said, "I'm going to gain faith for you."
After hearing this, Xiao Zhimiao immediately stood up and walked out.
Shen Yuanxing followed her step by step, "Sir Evil God, the president has said that you should have a good rest and leave the outside matters to him for the time being."
