Chapter 61 Blood Food

Just as Wu Fuyi had compiled the data and theories before, the most essential characteristic of evolution is hunger.

Boundless hunger and greed.

Just like now, Deng Baoying suddenly seemed to understand why the false god was so crazy about dedication and aggression.

He wanted to devour, to kill, to take everything into his pocket... and then give it to the Supreme God.

Even if it was death... even if he died for it, it was so sweet and so glorious.

And in just a few hours after waking up, his desire, his thirst, seemed to have exploded exponentially with the passage of time. The gift of evolution and the curse came together. While Wu Fuyi was communicating with various places to find out the situation, Deng Baoying sat quietly and quietly, resting his chin on his hand.

His slender pale knuckles occasionally poked his rolling Adam's apple.

His eyes wandered and finally fell on the framed photo on Wu Fuyi's desk.

It should have been a photo of the two of them with the Supreme God, but now there was only Wu Fuyi in the background.

Seven thousand years ago, when the Supreme God left without saying goodbye, Deng Baoying had also witnessed such an unreasonable thing. Or perhaps, that time, Fu Jiao disappeared completely. Except for the four successors, the entire civilization no longer remembered that such a being had personally descended to the world.

All redemption and dreams seemed to be just an absurd illusion.

The huge gap between illusion and reality was enough to drive everyone to death. It was at that time that Guan Jiu hated the Supreme God.

The sound of the call being hung up interrupted Deng Baoying's thirsty meditation. Wu Fuyi turned off the linked light screen and did not speak first. Instead, he exhaled, revealing a trace of indescribable complexity in his eyes. Then he raised his head, looked at Deng Baoying, and forced a smile.

"..." He said, "You guessed right, she should have left again."

Deng Baoying did not speak, but continued to lower his head, his platinum hair fell down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Wu Fuyi seemed to be trying to divert attention by arranging the documents on the desk. Her tone seemed as calm as always: "That's normal. After all, with her style of doing things, she might leave after finishing her work... I'll tell Lynx and Jellyfish later. Lynx might cry and make a fuss again. We should prepare in advance..."

"..." Snow Deer paused suspiciously and glanced at Deng Baoying, "How about I find you something to eat first?"

Griffin raised his eyes with his chin resting on his hand. There was a suspicious red in his eyes. With his pale and handsome face, his gilded pupils were so gloomy that they seemed to have no highlights, and seemed to be much darker than before.

Like a seductive ghost whose yang energy was sucked away, or a demon who was not satisfied.

"I don't want to eat." Deng Baoying said lightly with his lips resting on his hand.

"......" Snow Deer murmured, "You're so hungry that your eyes are red."

Griffin looked up at him listlessly, then lowered his head: "I know."

"I just, um, don't want to eat the things you give me."

Wu Fuyi: "......"

No, you're crazy! !

The complexity and slight bitterness caused by the god's departure without saying goodbye were diluted. Snow Deer tried very hard not to roll his eyes, and immediately prepared to ring the bell to call the cafeteria to prepare some blood food. Deng Baoying glanced at him, probably because she really felt a little uncomfortable with hunger, and didn't say anything, just added: "Don't want quick-frozen ones."

"Don't be picky, in your situation, I didn't stuff you into a jar of concentrated sulfuric acid and slice you for research because of our old friendship," Wu Fuyi sneered, "Thanks to those students who ran fast just now, otherwise I'm afraid I would have lost my beloved disciples."

"Not really, I'm not that hungry." Deng Baoying's gilded vertical pupils turned and fell on him, and she sneered lightly, "Even if I lose my mind, I will definitely eat you first, don't worry."

No matter how you look at it, the immortal heir of the gods is more nourishing.

The latter lowered his eyes and snorted, thinking that he was really worried for nothing. Griffin is still in the mood to tell jokes about hell, so it's probably not a big deal.

"So," getting back to the point, Wu Fuyi adjusted his mood and sat up a little straighter, "How many people still remember the time travel and war you mentioned? What are you going to do next?"

"How many people still remember..."

Deng Baoying lowered his eyes, and his voice, which had not spoken for a long time, was hoarser than usual: "It's hard to say. The condition for the gods to travel back in time is to isolate all the influences created by the false gods*. Whether it's you or the lynx, the influence must be erased - only in this way can all the harm done to you by the false gods be undone."

"Only those who have not been harmed or affected by the false gods can retain their original memories..."

"That is to say, only those who did not show up in the war or escaped unscathed can retain their memories?" Xuelu rested his chin on his hand and frowned slightly when he said this, "For example, Guan Jiu, the madman who watched the fire from the other side of the river?"

"Almost, maybe there are other beings who have had close contact with the gods...Hasn't the food arrived yet?"

Griffin frowned slightly and pressed the soft flesh beside his throat, and his pale skin sank a bit. This was the thirteenth time he swallowed his saliva.

Wu Fuyi pressed the bell again to urge the cafeteria, and silently moved his chair away: "Go on."

"Also..."

Deng Baoying glanced at him, seemed a little reluctant, but continued: "The Goddess didn't leave."

"?" Xuelu raised his voice, "Didn't leave?"

"She didn't leave... in order to complete certain projects... she just changed her form, or in other words, she got rid of her original identity," the griffon closed his eyes and sensed it, then spoke slowly, "Well... at least, I can sense that she is still stagnant in this time and space, and even not far from us."

The heartbeat in his chest because of the gods was boiling and throbbing. He took a deep breath with some discomfort and opened his eyes again.

"I guess, most likely she is in the temple."

Wu Fuyi's breathing became a little faster, almost with a sense of relief as if he had survived a disaster. He leaned forward slightly, squinting his eyes suspiciously at him: "If that's the case, with your personality, shouldn't you rush over to find her immediately? Why are you staying here with me?"

"..."

"Well," Deng Baoying rarely hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand and pressed his chest, a hint of helplessness appeared on his pale face, "It's hard to say... Actually, it's because of guilty conscience."

"Guilty?"

"Well," the griffon looked away and whispered, "If you locked a treasure in a cage, hoping to lock her up with it, but suddenly found out that she already had the power to leave, and she was just playing with you because she wanted to make you happy..."

"You would probably feel guilty too."

*

Not long after Deng Baoying woke up, the communication from the Inspectorate was called to the institute.

Adjutant Green racked his brains to figure out why his boss, who was originally in the office, suddenly appeared in the closed treatment room of the institute with wounds all over his body. He had been reporting his work diligently to his boss in the morning! !

"Sir, is it, is there something wrong... or is there some danger we don't know about?" Such a big mistake in work, the poor little snake was about to cry, trembling, "Sorry, is it too late for you to deploy the mission now..."

At that time, Deng Baoying was still eating.

He also wanted to eat as elegantly and reservedly as possible, but the followers who could not be comforted by the Supreme God were always trapped in the hell of hunger and unbearable fire before being completely comforted, and they could not control themselves when they saw blood. He was patient enough not to eat a living person.

The bloody color was wiped off his lips carelessly by him, and the tender, sweet flesh and blood turned into energy to fill the emptiness and greed. The evolved Griffin seemed to have become wilder in some aspects. To protect himself and others, Snow Deer arranged a separate spacious restaurant for him to eat.

Hearing this, Deng Baoying had to narrow his eyes slightly and think about what happened today.

"...Don't worry, it's not your problem, it's okay." The memory before evolution was a little vague. But as a reliable boss, he exhaled and calmed the adjutant's emotions lightly.

Deng Baoying remembered that when he was struggling with the false god, this young boy was guiding the deployment in the rear and doing an exceptional job: "On the contrary, you did a good job... Go and collect the double bonus and salary recently." The snake adjutant,

who thought he had made a big mistake, paused in his voice, which was so nervous that he was about to hiccup.

Things were going in the opposite direction to what he had imagined. Green paused with a stuttering voice, bewildered: "???"

What day is today? Why did the superior take the initiative to raise wages?

Fortunately, our adjutant had experienced many ups and downs and had good professional qualities. He quickly responded: "Then, are you at the institute now? I will send someone to pick you up and take you back to the Inspectorate..."

"No, I won't go back to the Inspectorate. No need to send anyone."

There was a pause on the communication side for a few seconds, followed by a slightly unstable, heavy swallowing and breathing sound.

It sounded a bit sticky. Green didn't know what the superior was doing on the communication side, but listening to the strange sound over there, like the instinctive reaction of a creature facing a predator, a strange chill slowly rose in his back spine.

...Is it an illusion?

It seems that in some overlapping time and space, I have also felt this...chill.

It is like the fear engraved in the genes, which is inevitable.

Green seemed to remember something vaguely, and it was the biological instinctive protection mechanism that forcibly cut off his memory. He shook his head violently, holding his breath, waiting for the next words from his superior.

Deng Baoying lowered his eyes, and his palms turned into sharp claws tore off a piece of fresh flesh and blood, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, then he spoke again: "I will go directly to the temple in a while."

"...Directly, directly," Green was even more confused, and he murmured in shock, "Go directly to the temple???"