Chapter 570
The spirit had gently stroked her face and told her in a considerate tone that she should leave the shrine after sunset, otherwise it would be bad for her.
Wen Xin obediently agreed without asking any further questions.
For some reason, when she left the shrine today and looked at the spirits who escorted her to the door, she had a bad feeling.
He still had that same gentle gaze and that same warm, indulgent smile.
But she felt that the ghosts and spirits today seemed different from those of the past.
Has something happened?
The young girl was burdened with worries, but she was just an ordinary human being and couldn't do anything about it. If she went to the shrine at night and something really happened, she would only cause trouble for the spirits.
Wen Xin had no choice but to give up the idea and decided to go to the shrine the next morning to ask Him.
It would be best if there was anything she could help with.
With a worried heart, Wen Xin went to bed early tonight.
However, she was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.
The feeling was both familiar and terrifying, exactly the same as one night more than two weeks ago.
Wen Xin woke up in a daze and found that her limbs were wrapped around something cool, and her hands were held up above her head and pressed down, in an extremely shameful position.
Something was kissing her cheek and holding her slender waist.
She opened her eyes wide in horror, her face turning red and then white.
What... what happened?
Is it those out-of-control powers of my brother again?
But didn't my brother say...?
Wen Xin was filled with fear and trepidation, then suddenly remembered that her brother had never said that He could completely control those powers.
But for so many days, she had been sleeping peacefully every night, so she naturally assumed...
The girl opened her lips, terrified, as if she wanted to cry out for help from ghosts or gods.
However, a large, cold hand covered her mouth directly.
The darkness amplified the fear in her heart, and now she couldn't even make a sound.
"Oh."
A low, wicked voice rang in her ears, and a cold wind blew across her ears and neck, making her face flush red with sensitivity, but her heart felt icy cold.
She shook her little head in fear, trying to break free from His grip.
don't want……
"My little bride, I love you so much."
He kissed her ears with a fascination and madness, his possessiveness so intense it was as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"That guy insisted on suppressing himself, and even took that ridiculous and decadent mortal world as his responsibility, willingly being sealed and imprisoned in this place for thousands of years. Don't you think he's stupid?"
Wen Xin stared wide-eyed in surprise.
The yin energy lingered enamoredly on her soft, fair skin, slowly untying the belt of her nightgown as if opening a most beloved gift, causing the girl's body to tremble slightly.
"He's so hypocritical. He clearly wants to treat you and possess you like I do, but he insists on putting on a gentle and polite gentleman's act. Ha."
His tone was full of contempt, clearly showing his utter disdain for the main personality, calling him a hypocrite.
Wen Xin burst into tears. No, no, my brother is not a hypocrite.
He pinched her chin, and his icy lips covered hers, wantonly robbing her sweetness and warmth.
"Little bride, do you know you've been deceived by Him?"
"Besides, that kind of foolish saint can't protect you. Only I can truly protect you, and I'm the only one you can trust."
Wen Xin was humiliated by this scoundrel, and she was both scared and angry, but there was nothing she could do.
elder brother……
"Don't think about Him anymore. To tell you the truth, He can't come tonight. That idiot insisted on trapping himself in this forbidden zone of rules. Every year on the fifteenth of August, the barrier between the forbidden zone and the real world becomes very thin. In order not to affect the real world, He would force himself into unconscious sleep, weakening himself and the power of the old house... It's so stupid that it makes me angry."
"However, didn't the little bride also notice that something was wrong with Him today?"
"So you're saying He's sick? He's being righteous, but who will protect you? He's not qualified to be your husband."
Through the thin fabric of her clothes, His large hand rested on her heart. "My little bride, only I care about you."
Wen Xin's cheeks turned bright red. You scoundrel! You shameless scoundrel!
However, besides fear and shame, she was also worried about ghosts and spirits.
Will something happen to my brother?
As for the scoundrel's words about "He only cares about her," Wen Xin dismissed them as nonsense and didn't listen to them at all.
The insane personality of the ghosts and gods: "..."
He gave a cold laugh, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, little bride, you can only be mine."
Tonight, He will make her His true bride.
Her clothes were torn to shreds, and Wen Xin, now completely naked, stared in horror, biting her lip until it bled. "No, no!"
She doesn't want to!
The girl trembled and convulsed, her cries filled with despair and fear.
They rejected Him to the extreme, even harboring a hint of hatred.
The madman and the demon suddenly froze; the arrow was on the bowstring, but he could no longer continue.
Even though He had no heart in His chest cavity, the little bride's desperate cries made Him feel an excruciating pain in His heart, and regret eroded His reason.
A voice kept telling Him: You can't do this to her, you mustn't!
And He could not bear her hatred.
He quickly withdrew the forces binding her, grabbed the blanket and covered her with it, picked her up, and gently patted her back, full of comfort.
“I’m not going to do anything anymore, you… don’t be afraid, don’t cry, don’t hate Him.”
But the more He spoke, the more the girl cried, sobbing incessantly. Her scalding tears struck His heart, causing him pain worse than having his heart ripped out.
The madman was extremely annoyed, but dared not lose his temper with her even slightly, so he awkwardly and helplessly patted her back.
"I'm really not going to do anything."
"Don't cry anymore, okay?"
He said sadly and dejectedly, "I am also Him. Why can you accept and like Him, but not me?"
She even wanted to hate Him...
Wen Xin almost couldn't cry anymore.
She can't accept His reasons. Doesn't He have any self-awareness?
But clearly, the madman and the ghosts and gods did not.
He is the most fanatical of the ghosts and gods, and the personality formed from all the dark sides. His own cognition is distorted, so to expect him to have normal human thinking is simply a fantasy.
and……
The young bride is His wife, and there is no limit to how intimate the relationship between husband and wife can be.
The so-called respect and gentlemanly behavior of the dominant personality are all hypocritical and ridiculous in the psychopathic personality.
What's more, He also felt that the dominant personality was neglecting the young bride, causing the slow progress of their relationship.
The madman personality that used to only think about destroying the world has become completely obsessed with the little bride, to the point of being horribly infatuated with her, and has lost interest in even destroying the world.
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