There is always something wrong with the temple

Wu Su had a hard time expressing exactly what it was like right now.

On the altar, colorful colors spread out from the emotional red line, as if some funny lines were swaying, but they touched Wusu layer by layer.

This is the sacrifice.

These majestic, endless, twisted emotions are the sacrifices of Mephistopheles.

The consequences of driving the altar in a split second impacted Wusu, who was still held in Mephisto's arms. Even in the current situation, Mephisto, who was implicated, still refused to let go.

Wu Su thought.

This is really troublesome.

There are different bubbles in front of Wu Su's eyes, inside these bubbles are different emotions, interpreting different lives, it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of scenes playing in front of Wu Su's ears at the same time, noisy The babbling was constantly agitated with violent emotions.

Those emotional colors are so magnificent, yet mottled and dull.

The hair rope tied with five sous was specially rubbed out by Mina. This simple hair rope seemed unable to withstand the impact of this moment. up.

Mephisto approached Wusu silently.

At this moment, Mephisto's indulgence has reached the extreme.

He didn't allow any aura that didn't belong to him to entangle Wusu.

After the hair rope broke, Wusu's curly hair immediately scattered, and with the loud and piercing wind above the altar, Mephisto slowly tucked Wusu's hair behind his ears, while stroking his cheeks with his cold fingers. The indistinct touch of the earlobe seemed to show Mephisto's thoughts now.

He wanted to monopolize and control Wusu, but he knew that he couldn't do it.

Wusu couldn't move.

In other words, temporarily unable to move.

Those "sacrifices" carry the fresh breath of living people. I don't know how long Mephisto has been secretly accumulating them. They are completely irresistible roaring emotions. They are so bright and direct, as if they have just been peeled off. .

These red lines and emotions made the whole altar colorful. They tried to squeeze into Wusu's body, and seemed to have some fearful hope, eager to blend into Wusu's body.

Vitality emerged from Wusu's body, as if he was not satisfied with his territory being invaded by other things, he fought back aggressively.

Wu Su watched with great interest as those two completely different things were entangled together, and those broken spots of light occasionally poured out.

Wusu poked.

Hey.

Wusu can move.

Wu Su poked the fragments wrapped in bubbles again.

Some fresh insights flowed into Wu Su's fingertips.

One bubble, two bubbles, three bubbles, four bubbles... Wu Su poked and played happily.

Mephisto watched Wusu's movements.

After He completely tore the human skin, he showed no expression or emotion at all. No matter who is standing here now, he can't spy on the existence of Mephisto, as if he avoided the piece behind Wusu for no reason. exist.

With gloomy, secretive and elusive traces.

When the five sous are poked to the heart's content.

He waved his little hand.

All of a sudden, the colorful colors that completely occupied the entire altar quickly faded away, as if something was chasing them behind.The speed of the color fading is far faster than when the rainbow light of the star was chasing it back then, it seems that it only happened in an instant.

The withdrawn emotions are quickly fed back, anchored by the prayers of the area involved in Mephistopheles, and millions of free emotional bubbles draw an arc that no one can see in the void, drifting outside the detachment of this world Driven, driven, and finally ejected swiftly back in the majestic vitality, and reintegrated into those who have touched the red-eyed statue and prayed.

Those who have not completely lost control and degenerated seem to be gradually recovering in these accompanying vitality, while those who have completely degenerated have lost their chance.

If he was sent to Wusu and prayed for Wusu's healing, it would be very simple to restore from a fallen monster to a complete human form, but it would require crossing the ocean... and Wusu didn't want to do it.

Otherwise, even if it crosses this far, it is just a thought for Wu Su.

You love me.

Equivalent exchange.

They prayed, they were weak before the gods.

But it doesn't make sense because of weakness.

This is a completely voluntary exchange.

The red-eyed statue is indeed a sharp weapon to confuse, but it doesn't force anyone's behavior.

Therefore, every action of Mephisto is firmly stepping on the bottom line, and even if he goes further, he will get a regular gift package of five sous.

But he was born as if he could sense Wusu's feeling.

No attempt was made to overstep.

In those nourishing vitality, some people who are not serious gradually faded the red eye mask.

Emma and little Andrew huddled in the corner in fear, and she could even hear the sound of something gnawing outside, and the echoing sound kept tensing her emotions.Emma pressed little Andrew's ears tightly, not wanting him to hear any unexpected movements.

The whole house was devoid of servants.

Except Emma and little Andrew.

The only one who was gnawing on the door outside could be Andrew.

She could even hear Andrew's sweet and seductive voice: "Emma, ​​can you come out, Emma? I'm a little hungry. Is there nothing prepared in the kitchen today? I want to eat a large piece of meat, you Are you okay?"

That gentle, polite voice seemed to be the real Andrew.

Emma's eyes were full of tears, and her thin body would occasionally tremble a few times because of crying secretly, but she remained firm and did not move.

The "person" outside is no longer Andrew.

It's a monster in Andrew's skin.

Emma felt this most clearly.

And the scratching at the door was getting closer, and Emma's eyes were frantically darting to the cellar window.

She was estimating whether the small space could accommodate little Andrew to climb out.

Even if there is a crisis outside, it is better than staying here and waiting to die.

Emma knew very well that "Andrew" wanted to eat meat.

Probably to eat human flesh.

The ear-piercing sound of scratching the door seemed to stop abruptly in the next moment, followed by a violent impact sound, as if a tall body had slammed into the ground.Little Andrew, whose ears were covered, could hear the accompanying rolling and hissing screams.

ten minutes later.

Emma, ​​who was exhausted, heard the same exhausted gentle male voice, "Emma, ​​are you and little Andrew inside?"

Emma said nothing.

"If you are here, then you must not come out." The tired male voice said: "I seem to be... I can't control myself."

Emma's tears welled up in her eyes.

This is Andrew, this is Andrew, not the Andrew of the monster.

He is back?

The red eye mask is constantly fading away.

Just as the trend and territory of red began to recede slowly in the mainland.

The inexplicable crisis came suddenly, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There is only a mess left behind, and countless lives corrupted and dissipated due to greed.

...

Mephisto also did not react to Wusu's move.

No matter from the very beginning or now, Mephisto has never expected that this sacrifice would really have much impact on Wusu, as long as there is only that momentary impact, even if that moment is greater than milliseconds. Slender time, that's enough.

To the Lord, a momentary hesitation of less than a millisecond, to Mephisto, was already the result He wanted.

So the scene just now, although it seems to be a long time, but in the world, it is just a short moment... Oh, no, there is not even a moment.

Thousands of candlesticks are burning with faint blue light, illuminating this magnificent altar. The whole altar alone is the blue crystal that can only be condensed in the spar mine after hundreds of thousands of years, and such a large piece of blue Jing, the whole continent doesn't know where to look for it, but here it becomes the floor on which the altar's feet step, not to mention the rare treasures of other materials. On the entire altar, it is just the most Unassuming decor.

Wu Su savored the color of emotion.

He turned his head to look at Mephisto.

"The time Angus left was designed by Mephisto."

This is not a question.

is the conclusion.

Mephisto looked at Wusu stubbornly.

Yes, stubborn.

This emotion seems to have undergone a more profound change in the exaggeration of the sacrifice just now, making this god seem to show his own emotion more vividly.

Those gilt eyes are so full of emotion.

Crazy.

Paranoid.

distortion.

Once touched, the lava would sting the eyes, and those irresistible but unbelievable ravings seemed to ring out in the ears.

He said, "He's in the way."

Five Su: ...Angus would probably be very happy to hear Mephisto say that.

They simply take pleasure in each other's anger.

Although it was basically Mephisto who crushed Angus in terms of ghost ideas.

It has to be said that Angus is indeed not a strategist like God of War, and his irritable image may be somewhat similar.

Wu Su said: "There was a hole, and they knew about it."

His little voice was tender, and no matter what he said, he seemed soft, as if he was being bullied.

Mephisto had already sensed the subtle changes outside the temple.

But the strange thing is, no matter how they try, that wisp of spiritual thought can neither break through the protection of the temple, nor can it harm the people of the territory.

This is no different from Wusu's restrictions on this.

And Mephisto thinks so.

"I will drive them away."

Mephisto made a promise.

He didn't want any gods to appear here at all.

Wusu flat mouth.

"Not because of Mephisto!"

He complained limply.

The impact of that moment, even if it was weak, was indeed stared at by those gods who had been eyeing it for a long time.

The existence of the Dark Forest is not completely secretive and concealed. It is only because of the existence of Wusu that those sights have been returning in vain. Once a momentary loss of consciousness is enough to penetrate the existence of those who have been spying for a long time.

Mephisto silently accepted Wusu's condemnation.

Wu Su is right.

Wu Su was right.

Mephisto smiled faintly.

Wusu's mood swings seemed... a little bit as big as a fingernail.

Although very small, very few.

imperceptible.