Chapter 23 Rift

Deng Baoying had never thought that Fu Jiao would see what they were hiding.

He had never thought that his self-control would be

so poor!

He didn't know whether to say that the Lord God was magnanimous or that she was rough-minded - in short, Fu Jiao was not dissatisfied with their hiding.

She even didn't ask much about the mutant beast.

The close proximity and caressing that almost paralyzed and drowned the soul seemed to have never happened. Fu Jiao just smiled and said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you talk about this matter or not. I'll check the information and it will be there."

"And isn't this good? Suddenly there are clues to fill the loopholes in the rules! It will be more convenient to solve the problem."

As she said this, she patted Deng Baoying's head, clasped her palms together, and directly crushed the gap.

The tiny purple debris was shining, and it was unknown whether it was in a solid or gaseous state. It disappeared with the hot sunlight.

Everything was normal afterwards. Fu Jiao went back to the bedroom to take a hot bath and rest. At the appointed time, she went downstairs to have dinner with him.

The two sat facing each other. The Supreme God praised the softness and smoothness of the chocolate mousse, and ordered a sliced, medium-rare pork steak with red wine mushroom sauce for him. Halfway through the meal, Fu Jiao asked him worriedly if he felt that he had gained weight in the past few days.

Deng Baoying: "Yeah. No."

Fu Jiao: "...Really? And why do I feel that you are not in a good condition? Are you sick?"

Deng Baoying took the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth with dignity and naturalness. His expression was calm and he said lightly: "No."

Fu Jiao: "..."

Fu Jiao: "...But you used the napkin upside down."

The divine pattern on his clavicle began to boil and burn again. Deng Baoying paused slightly and turned the napkin over. He heard the Supreme God opposite him couldn't help but let out a very faint laugh.

Even he forgot how he finished that meal.

When the sun sets, the night of the temple is not dark. The dome of the electromagnetic barrier is shining with a faint blue light, like stars that have not been seen for a long time above the city. It was not

until he finished washing and dealing with today's tedious official business that Deng Baoying realized that he could not sleep.

The bed was set to the most suitable angle and temperature for sleeping. The lights in the spacious but simple room were dim. Griffin was wearing a snow-white uniform shirt. He reviewed a few more pages of documents in a daze according to muscle memory. He felt that he could not collect his mind, so he simply put on a thin coat and walked in the temple.

The temple was so quiet that not a single human voice could be heard, just like when the healing capsule had not yet been developed and the temple had just been built.

For countless days and nights, Deng Baoying had stared blankly at the statue of the Supreme God in the empty temple, and occasionally bandaged his wounds under the Lord's empty gold-inlaid eyes. Or in other words, he had stayed in the temple longer than the other three successors.

- The scars were left in the battle with the mutants.

At that time, the chaos in the Federation had not been completely settled, and the threat of the galaxy storm was hanging high above the head, so Deng Baoying stayed on the front line for a longer time.

The mutant tide after the galactic storm mostly occurred on the long-abandoned wasteland planets on the edge of the Federation.

On those dark and lifeless planets, Deng Baoying had seen the "rule cracks" that Fu Jiao showed him today.

Of course, those "cracks" were larger and more vast than what he saw today.

After the galactic storm, outside the dark, vast and dead wasteland curtain, on the lifeless sky, there would be large patches of deep purple cracks like aurora. It looked

like a strange celestial phenomenon that refracted light, and it looked like cracks formed after the collapse and damage of this plane, overlapping and covering the entire planet.

Looking up, it was both beautiful and absurd, revealing the lonely, desolate and death-like scene after the end of the world. It was as if something behind the cracks was silently peeking at the mutated corpses of beasts scattered all over the wasteland, slowly spreading and corroding.

Until everyone under the sky was corroded to death.

..... Yeah.

It seemed that since then, his old illness has become more and more serious.

Thinking of this, Deng Baoying stopped and raised his head.

He found that he had walked to the door of Fu Jiao's room without knowing when.

The long corridor was lit with candle-like lights, and at the end there was only a small robot sweeping the floor diligently. A little rainbow was reflected in Deng Baoying's pale golden vertical pupils. He stretched out his hand in a trance and pressed against the door, which was too thin for him.

The touch was cold, stimulating him so that he was dizzy. He didn't know whether he was more awake or more confused.

... He lowered his eyebrows belatedly, his slow brain turned slowly, and then he came to a conclusion. He seemed to be sick again.

Wu Fuyi said a long time ago that his condition was not so much a disease as a psychological addiction to gods.

Gods are not consciousness that humans can understand. Regardless of whether Fu Jiao has ever had subjective thoughts, her "existence" will always subtly bring unpredictable influences to the people around her - more admiration, more trust, and more dependence. This kind of influence is usually referred to as "mental pollution" by the research institute.

Therefore, after losing the gods, the heirs all showed more or less symptoms of withdrawal.

The symptoms vary in severity depending on how close they were to Fu Jiao when he was still alive.

There is no doubt that Deng Baoying, who was irrigated with the blood of the gods in his sub-adulthood, has the most severe withdrawal symptoms.

It is so severe that he is almost out of control.

Compared with Guan Jiu, whose positive emotions have been twisted into hatred and anger, Deng Baoying still retains positive thinking. And this clear thinking is the source of his pain.

"So, the subtle spiritual pollution of the Supreme God is actually more like passively recruiting believers, right?"

Jiushi, Wu Fuyi rested his chin on his hand and lowered his eyes in thought. In his hand was a psychological assessment form that was below the threshold: "You have been in contact with her for the longest time, and you have been saved and irrigated by the blood of God... You really should look at yourself now. Deng Baoying, you look like a desperate fanatic abandoned by God."

...If only he was a fanatic.

If he really lost his mind, would he be willing to fall on your knees at all costs?

There didn't seem to be a treatment cabin for him in the temple, but it didn't matter. Deng Baoying knew that he could survive the night without a treatment cabin.

He just needs... just needs a little spiritual comfort.

She was the one who abandoned him first, and she was the one who turned him into this... So, so, it's totally fine for him to ask for a little compensation.

The man with messy platinum hair uncontrollably turned his hands into huge, furry and sharp lion claws. He eagerly scratched at the crack in the door, breathing the breath inside almost greedily. Through the thin door panel, he could smell the breath of the Lord God... Ah, are you still asleep? Defenseless, sweet, and soft.

No one would notice that the surveillance here was not turned on, and he was the only one here.

Even if he did something, no one would know.

The sharp claws easily left marks on the door panels. Under the dim light, a huge monster was reflected, completely losing its disguised human form.

A low, excited roar rolled in the throat, and the wings flapped and filled the entire corridor, dropping pieces of white and golden fur, and the beast's strong pheromones spread.

...

Tonight, no one knew what happened in the temple.

On the other side, Guan Buhui, who was handcuffed in the rest cabin at the headquarters of the Inspectorate, was finally able to call his adoptive father.

"......You said that in the closed test area in the southern region, a white shadow with golden eyes was seen?"

Guan Jiu's voice sounded a little strange through the intelligent computer, but Guan Buhui didn't realize anything at this time, just nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Those bodyguards who went back have already told you! What on earth did you raise in that area that you can't tell? But you should hide whatever you raise quickly, because the Inspection Court and the Research Institute will search soon... In addition, I will be detained! The adjutant of the great lion eagle told me that I will be detained in the temple... Yes, that museum temple that serves as a viewing point and has no other use."

Guan Jiu sighed lightly and silently moved the intelligent computer away.

The voice of this big silly foster son sounded full of energy, and it was estimated that he had been well raised these days.

The jellyfish occasionally teased the large aquarium placed in the living room of the mansion villa, and the piranhas with sharp teeth in the tank bumped against the tempered glass wall. But he didn't seem nervous, with a somewhat unpredictable and strange light in his eyebrows, and then he sneered softly.

Guan Buhui didn't know what his foster father was laughing at, so he asked cautiously: "... foster father?"

"Huh? Nothing."

Guan Jiu knocked on the glass wall and said lightly: "Someone is taking you there with food and lodging, so just think of it as a trip to the capital planet, and stay in the temple."

"Huh? Listen to yourself, is that ridiculous? I'm the young master of the black market, how could I..."

"Guan Buhui."

Guan Jiu's tone was flat, even sounding like an understatement, but it scared Guan Buhui so much that he trembled and almost lost his grip on the public intelligent computer of the Inspectorate: "Foster, foster father."

"Just stay here when I say I'll let you. You'll have other tasks to do when the time comes."

"Anyway, the temple is well protected, so there's no risk in staying there, and there are people to play with you, right?"

Guan Jiu smiled, his voice gentle and approachable, just like a guardian who cares about a child's social life: "You've been having a good time with that golden-eyed cub, I mean Fu Jiao, right?"

"......"

Guan Buhui stopped talking.

He knew what this meant.

The black market has connections everywhere, and it is estimated that even the Inspection Court and the Research Institute have undercover agents and forces planted by Guan Jiu.

Because of this, his adoptive father knows everything about his current situation.

Seeing that he was silent, Guan Jiu gently comforted him: "Don't worry, it's nothing. You are a kid of your age, it's time to make friends."

"Get in touch with her more, your foster father supports you."

"...Okay, I get it, foster father," Guan Buhui stammered after a while, "But, so...you know what the things in the South Territory Experimental Area are, right? Did you come up with that?"

His question was not responded to again, Guan Jiu just chuckled softly, as if making fun of his ignorance.

Then, the heir of the god hung up the phone.