Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 894 Extra: Praying to the Gods (be)

Wenzel was so loud that his head almost exploded, "No, that's not the case! Shut up, shut up!!!"

Wenzel frantically swept away the things on the table, hugging his head in pain, his tall and straight body hunched, his back arched, and his head hit the solid wood desk hard.

Snapped--

A small bottle as big as a palm rolled down.

The brown liquid inside surged like ocean waves, as if it was about to completely submerge his sanity.

'As long as she's no longer a god.'

'Just like you did to the Holy Son, drink it down, destroy her divine power, deprive her of her godhead, and she will belong to you forever. Only you~'

Wenzel's eyes turned red as he stared at the bottle of potion, unconsciously refuting the voice in his heart, "No, no."

After Mo Qin finished practicing his magic, he went downstairs and heard some noises coming from Wenzel's room.

She walked over and knocked on the door.

Wenzel did not open the door immediately, but waited for a minute before coming over to open the door.

Mo Qin saw Wenzel's slightly disheveled clothes, the soft black hair on top of his head was a little messy, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were moist, showing a rare vulnerability.

Papers and books scattered on the ground indicated what might have happened just now.

Mo Qin worriedly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Wenzel showed a gentle smile and said, "It's a little uncomfortable, don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Mo Qin didn't believe it, "Really? If you need anything, you can tell me. I might be able to help."

She knew very little about Wenzel, and he wasn't honest with her.

She had no intention of prying into all his secrets, but now this secret was clearly causing trouble to him.

Wenzel knew what Mo Qin meant, but he remained silent.

Just as he didn't think he would be favored, how could he believe that Mo Qin wouldn't hate and despise him and abandon him more quickly after knowing the truth?

Mo Qin had no choice but to wait until his mood stabilized before talking to him.

Looking at Mo Qin, Wenzel's dark thoughts became more and more rampant. He grabbed the door handle hard, but with a harmless smile on his face, he asked, "I want to stay alone for a while. I'll go find you later." ?"

Mo Qin took a deep look at him and felt powerless from the bottom of her heart. She said, "You have a good rest."

"Ah."

After closing the door, the atmosphere around Wenzel changed. Even though the sunshine outside the window was right at this time, it could not sweep away his gloom.

He lowered his head, and his black and smooth hair was scattered. His five fingers were used as claws to clasp his forehead, and his eyes saw the broken and divided picture between his fingers.

Throwing away the evil god's consciousness carrier would not save him from the painful struggle.

Chaos and swing are never instigated by the evil god, they all come from his heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wenzel finally calmed down.

He picked up the potion bottle lying on the ground with an expressionless face, and the cold touch seemed to soothe the irritability in his heart.

Papers and books were also picked up one by one, sorted and placed neatly in their original places.

It's like nothing ever happened. A few days later, Mo Qin found a suitable opportunity to chat with Wenzel.

"Me before?" Wenzel was stunned, then smiled happily, "Are you curious about me? Want to know me?"

"Of course I'm curious, I want to know something about you." Mo Qin looked at Wenzel intently, which made him feel extremely satisfied.

Wenzel does not object to talking about his past. He recalled:
"I was born in a small town with a population of about 200,000. My parents ran a dessert shop. Although they were not rich, they were already happier than many people.
“My mother loves desserts very much and always spends time researching new desserts, so my dessert shop is the most popular in the town, and people with a little status in the town will visit my shop.

"When I was six years old, a lady's husband fell in love with my mother. He began to pursue my mother crazily, hoping that my mother could be his lover. My mother did not agree and she refused many times. , but the other party never gave up.”

Hearing this, Mo Qin realized that what happened next must be terrible.

Because she had never heard that Wenzel had any relatives.

But Wenzel's expression didn't change at all, and he still had a faint smile, as if he was telling a happy fairy tale.

Mo Qin did not interrupt him. She knew that what happened next must be the reason why he became like this.

Wenzel continued, "In order to make my mother compromise, the other party tried to take advantage of my father and destroy the relationship between them, but my parents loved each other very much, and their little plan did not succeed.

"So in order to achieve their goal, the other party used disgraceful means to let my mother see with her own eyes my father's entanglement with other women.

"Although my mother was heartbroken, she still didn't let him get what he wanted. She and my father even planned to escape from the town secretly.

“That person found out about this and couldn’t bear it and took my mother away. He also sent people to beat my father half to death. He put us in a dog cage and lived with the dirty and smelly dogs. "

Wenzel suddenly laughed out loud, as if he recalled something that made him feel happy.

"After half a year, my father and I finally met my mother again."

This was obviously not a happy ending of family reunion. Sure enough, Mo Qin heard him continue talking.

"My mother was wearing tattered clothes that could not cover her body. There was no intact skin on her exposed skin, and there were no traces of pinching, whipping, burning or other marks."

Wenzel suddenly stopped and said to Mo Qin, "This is really not a pleasant story, is it?"

Mo Qin leaned over and hugged Wenzel, trying to give him some trivial comfort.

This obviously played into Wenzel's hands, and he immediately hugged the girl in his arms tightly, buried his head in Mo Qin's neck, sniffed obsessively, and raised the corners of his lips silently.

This sordid past turns out to be not without its merits.

"Actually, we didn't suffer for a long time, but after more than a year, the man got tired of it. He allowed our family to reunite, but he didn't allow us to escape from the town because the previous resistance angered him."

Mo Qin asked in a cold voice: "Wenzel, is it interesting?" He deliberately talked about the horrifying past in a relaxed and pleasant tone.

She knew Wenzel's intentions and couldn't help but feel angry.

Wenzel held Mo Qin's arm hard, as if he was deliberately trying to compete, "Why? This is the real me. Do you actually hate me already?"

Why can't you keep talking like this, if you don't like the look in his eyes? Still don't like him? Then why accept him.

Wenzel continued stubbornly, as if forcibly giving a hasty ending, "Then that person died, and I entered the Temple of Light when I was ten years old. Everything after that was very ordinary, nothing more than praying, taking classes, and practicing divine arts. ,Do the task."

Ten years old
Every child will have the opportunity to test their affinity to the element of light when they are five years old. For ordinary people, this is a chance to change their lives.

Why did Wenzel only enter the Temple of Light when he was ten years old? What happened in the intervening years?
Mo Qin realized that Wenzel had never intended to say it from the beginning.

Mo Qin took the trouble to express his feelings again, "Wenzel, I will not hate you. I said I will love you, and I will not lie to you. I hope you do the same."