Normally, Ital could treat demons that indiscriminately kill innocent people with a calm mind, but when it encountered demons that indiscriminately killed innocent people, Ital would enter a rather morbid state.
Ital didn't know if his explanation would be of any use. He had said everything he could. Wange would probably still hate him. After all, she had seen that side of him, and it would be hard for her to accept. Not everyone can accept that.
Just then, Wan Ge suddenly hugged him, her eyes filled with heartache.
Ital paused slightly, not expecting Wan Ge to look at him like that; she actually felt sorry for him.
For so many lifetimes, his illnesses have mostly been caused by his personal reasons, but this time it is because he has heard too many people's stories and understood too many people's suffering that he is in such a distressing situation now.
It wasn't his own fault, but it made people feel even more sorry for him. However, it was ultimately a mental illness, and Wan Ge still needed treatment.
"Don't you hate me anymore?" Ital cautiously probed again with his inner voice.
Wange patted his head and said to him earnestly, "I have never hated you. I just feel sorry for you and don't understand why you would do this."
Now she knew that despite everything Ital had been through, ital was still a soft-hearted god.
Suddenly, Wan Ge realized something: "Was it because of you that Hai Zhu didn't form an alliance with the gods back then?"
The gods knew who the sea god was, and because of what happened with the goddess before, they dared not go there rashly.
"You're so kind." Ital hugged the person tightly.
No one knew how scared he was. He was really afraid that Wan Ge would hate him, never talk to him again, and never like him again.
Whether it's the gods or the sea creatures, loving someone grants immortality, and for him, Wan Ge is the one he will love forever.
He was truly afraid of losing it. If he had never had it, perhaps he wouldn't be so afraid. But having it, he already had the best person in the world, so how could he be willing to lose it again?
Wan Ge kissed his cheek and whispered, "I know you're angry, and I know that sometimes it's not what you want to do, but killing living beings is not a good thing, even if it's an enemy."
If they treated him that way, he can repay them in kind; this is called giving them a taste of their own medicine.
But Ital had not suffered the same abuse they had inflicted, which would have caused him serious psychological problems, and Wange did not want him to be like that.
He could understand Ital's desire for revenge, but he also knew it was unacceptable.
The fear is that once the line is crossed, he will truly become a monster who only knows how to kill, and a good person will turn into a bad one.
The real key is to avoid testing the limits.
Ital nodded obediently. He... he would try his best to restrain himself in the future. No! Those demons are all dead and will never come back to life. He wouldn't! He wouldn't treat other living beings like that.
Seeing his nervousness, and fearing he was under pressure, Wan Ge reached out and hugged him tightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. And you are my lover, no matter what you become, I will never leave you."
The last sentence of the evening song suddenly felt like a drop of water falling on a seed in his heart, and the seed planted in his heart seemed about to take root, sprout, and bloom.
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