Chapter 71 Scars

That night, Deng Baoying took three cold showers.

After the shower, he couldn't help himself and quietly opened the door in the middle of the night to look at the sleeping face of the Supreme God through the darkness.

It does sound a bit perverted, but this is not the first time he has been perverted.

Probably because of the numbness of alcohol, the Supreme God slept very deeply and his breathing was clearly audible. Just standing at the door and listening to her breathing, Deng Baoying felt a sweet, morbid pleasure on his chest, as if the person in the room - this god, belonged to him completely.

Deng Baoying admitted that he was not a good person.

After leaving the human race, this bad habit seemed to be even worse.

It's not hunger. In the temple, the Lord God had already fed him a month's supply of divine blood.

Eating too much can lead to mental delirium, hallucinations and other addiction syndromes. In this regard, the Supreme God still keeps a close eye on him.

The despicable fire of love burning in his chest was almost uncomfortable. Deng Baoying was almost doubting what his original intention was in doing all this.

Was it the Lord God who was seduced, or was it him?

...

Fortunately, alcohol was still very effective.

When Fu Jiao woke up the next day, it was as if his memory had been reshaped. He didn't remember anything.

Apart from the dizziness and pain in his head, and the dry mouth and tongue, he didn't have any other impressions. She held her head and went downstairs in a daze. She happened to see that the sky outside was bright. The bright sunlight cast a golden glow on the ground from the French windows. Deng Baoying was standing in front of the window, and there was a holographic light screen beside him.

It seemed that he was talking to Wu Fuyi.

"How was it? Last night?"

Xuelu must have just finished a meeting. His voice with a slightly playful smile was still clearly audible in the hustle and bustle: "Did you play to your advantage as a carnivorous subspecies?"

"No." Deng Baoying said coldly.

"..." Wu Fuyi was silent for a while. If you turn on the projection screen, you can probably see a question mark above his head, "You didn't..."

Deng Baoying took a deep breath, and it seemed that he wanted to delete some memories in his mind.

After adjusting his mood, he had no expression on his face, but spoke twice as fast: "The Lord God went to bed very early and soundly last night. What happened?"

Xuelu fell into a long silence again.

After a long silence, he heard Wu Fuyi speak to the student next to him with doubt: "Send me a new copy of the president's physical examination report tomorrow. I remember that he should have no problem with reproduction. I will check it again then..." "

Wu! Fu! Yi!" Deng Baoying lowered his voice and read his name with gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding," Wu Fuyi suppressed his smile, and nodded seriously and apologetically, "I'm just a little surprised. It's such a great opportunity, I mean... you've been waiting for a long time after all. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

"Baoying?"

The voice of the Supreme God came from behind, sounding a little hoarse than usual. Deng Baoying turned around and saw Fu Jiao hopping down the stairs.

Because there were only two of them in the mansion, Fu Jiao didn't need to hide. The three pairs of soft, fluffy and snow-white wings flickered and extended from the back spine, shaking and pulling up soft waves of light, clustered around the Supreme God.

The black hair that had been curled up in sleep flowed down smoothly, and seemed to be longer than before, extending all the way to her calves.

She looked like some kind of...

young newlywed wife.

What a sinful association. The griffon's Adam's apple rolled slightly again, then he looked away and said, "Are you awake? Lord God. Good morning."

"Good morning."

Fu Jiao moved to his side and yawned, then looked at the screen drowsily: "Good morning to you too, Fuyi... Are you still in a meeting? Do you want to come to dinner tonight?"

"Ah, good morning, Lord God."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fuyi's way of speaking suddenly became much gentler and more considerate, and his polite and smiling voice came over: "Not tonight, I still have a meeting to go to... The draft report on the celebration of the Fire Crane Flower Festival on the capital star also needs to be reviewed. In short, I'm a little busy."

"You have a lot of meetings to go to recently." Fu Jiao rested his chin on his hand and commented lazily, "Baoying is also busy."

"If you encounter any trouble, remember to tell me."

Wu Fuyi paused and answered "yes" with a smile.

There was a lot of noise at the research institute. Xuelu, wearing a white coat, lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand.

- "Application for Relocation Report after the Spread of Galaxy Storm"

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The fruit tree forest behind the mansion, which was planted like a birch forest in a cemetery, had already exuded some green in just one night.

The two of them touched their chins and muttered for a long time, and finally they could only come to the conclusion that it should be the aura of the divine power of the Supreme God that prompted them to grow faster.

At that time, there was still more than a week away from the Firecrane Flower Festival.

It seems that the Firecrane Flower Festival is indeed a grand festival, and the entire capital star is decorated with corresponding decorations. In the prosperous area of ​​the city center, there are red sculptures and stage landscapes, strings of exquisite holographic flower lanterns, and large-scale 3D audio-visual arrangements.

There is already a large number of tourists on the Star Network who have gone to the capital's Star City Center to check in. The Firecrane Flower Shopping Festival is in full swing. Every day, the Star Network will push a large amount of holographic live broadcasting content to Fu Jiao, trying to arouse the user's greatest desire to buy.

From a psychological point of view, they are indeed very successful.

"If there's something you like, just buy it."

After discovering that Fu Jiao had added a large number of items to the shopping cart under his name but didn't buy anything, Deng Baoying specially sent her a message from the Inspection Court: "Don't worry about anything else... someone will deliver the goods to your door when the time comes. If you like, you can also go shopping in the city center. There will be various activities there recently and it's very lively."

"Oh... I heard that the task force base is going to organize new activities for the Firecrane Festival?"

Fu Jiao, who was bored at home, rolled over on the carpet and drew out his voice.

"Well, I guess so."

Deng Baoying put a revised document into the communication and light-sensing device and nodded slightly: "Because since the temple opened, the popularity has been rising. They are applying to launch a new event of the Fire Crane Flower Festival in the temple. Lynx also wants to ask for your opinion. If you don't want to..." "

Temple?"

Fu Jiao leaned limply on the sofa. Hearing this, he stood up and finally cheered up: "Why not? Isn't it nice for everyone to be lively and noisy?"

"Come to think of it, it's probably because of the previous large-scale time travel, which led to the delirium and blind faith of the subspecies group. It will take one or two years to repair - this is also one of the disadvantages of time travel. If the scope of application is larger, the impact on this universe will be even more immeasurable."

"Holding activities in the temple will also make the people participating in the activities more excited."

In this case, the temple is indeed the best location to serve as the center of the festival activities.

It is large and spacious, and has all the necessary facilities and security. It is surrounded by squares and attractions in the city center, and is also suitable for holding activities such as markets and garden parties.

According to the normal social season, the temple should hold evening parties and social gatherings for senior federal officials. When it is busy outside, they will have to greet each other in the indoor conference hall first, and then sit together for a meeting lasting several hours.

Thinking of this, Deng Baoying suddenly felt a headache and rubbed his temples.

"Okay, I will discuss with the organizers and try not to open the main hall," he nodded slightly, and changed some content on the document, "How about sending you a copy of the invitation letter after it comes out? If you like, you can also participate."

The two agreed.

Lion Griffin was busy with work, and he briefly communicated with the Lord God for a while before hanging up the communication.

Fu Jiao put down the brain, slumped on the sofa and vacant for a while, then sat up.

"Oh, really..." She murmured, "Why do I have such an ominous premonition again..."

The Supreme God rubbed his right eyelid that was throbbing, lowered his head, and looked at the sky.

The sun was shining brightly today.

Of course, there was a black market star field somewhere that she couldn't see for the time being.

The black market leader's manor, the library.

Although it is called a library, there is actually a whole small building in the manor used to store various books.

The Baroque decoration inside the building is luxurious, just like Guanjiu's own characteristics. The hand-sewn carpet alone is worth a fortune. After all, in the interstellar era, being able to continue to insist on the use of handicrafts is also a symbol of status and honor.

Guan Buhui has been in the library for a whole day.

Guanjiu has not been in the black market star field these days, and the control over him has been relaxed a lot.

Whenever he has free time, he can sneak into the library to read various books. There are countless books recording the wasteland civilization nearly ten thousand years ago, but only a few are really useful. Guan Buhui flipped through hundreds of thick books, but he still couldn't understand the source and result of everything that happened ten thousand years ago.

Why did the gods suddenly leave the world, and what happened to the wasteland civilization on the day they left the world?

Why was his adoptive father so persistent, and why did he not hesitate to create a monster that could destroy the world in order to avenge the entire civilization, or in other words, to avenge the gods who watched over civilization.

Things shouldn't be like this.

Humans shouldn't be the sharp blades that stab their own kind.

The black market shouldn't be a monster that crawls on top of civilization, laughing and sucking rotten flesh and poisonous blood.

And... in the countless years that have passed, in the years that he didn't know, what did Guan Jiu do?

Thinking of this, his arm began to ache again.

Guan Buhui lowered his head and looked at his arm - it was strange that although the entire time and space were reversed, the half-length scar left on his body had not disappeared.

He still remembered the origin of this scar.

Before the Inspectorate pressed the valve, the puppet pressed him on the wide desk, and its hypocritical breath was like a venomous snake licking its prey. Its sharp fingertips slid from his cheek across his skin, and blood marks were drawn from his neck to his forearm. After the time and space went back, only half of the blood mark remained, revealing a shocking dark purple color that could not heal.

What's even more weird is that, except for him, it seems that no one can see this scar clearly.

He didn't tell Guan Jiu about this.

"..."

It should be nothing serious.

Probably.

He pulled at his sleeve nervously, covering the scar again