Chapter 39: Uncomfortable, the leader is not allowed to call my name again "No,...
"No, I don't want it."
"That's not your call. I don't like dirty things."
"Please don't touch me with that."
"You don't like the taste? It doesn't matter, you'll love it once you get used to it."
"stop!"
"I won't."
I was forced to move backward until my back was against the wall of the bathtub, with nowhere to go. Kajol walked towards me like a child-eating devil in a bedtime story, with a playful smile on her face.
With a towel in one hand and soap in the other, they rubbed me until I screamed. My resistance was forcibly stopped, and the long hair that was mopping the floor was cleaned up until there was no trace of blood.
Even though I struggled desperately, I was still like a little pet in his eyes. Kazhuo even became addicted to washing me, and boldly stretched out his hand to pinch my face, having a lot of fun.
I said with a dark face: "That's enough, are you a child?"
"I don't want to be told that by an illegal underage intruder."
Kazhuo raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully, "You can't even bear this. Are you really an intruder? If that's the case, I can only call for help."
"......"
When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. I knew Kajol had a bad character, but I didn't expect him to be so outrageous!
I swallowed my anger and let him treat me like a doll. My body was dizzy from losing too much blood, which became more obvious in the steaming heat.
I'm dizzy, I hope someone can see this, take a picture and send it out. Tomorrow's news headline will be that the famous singer Kajol actually did this in private, which will directly lead to public criticism.
I thought maliciously. Kajol poked my face with her fingertips and said without empathy, "You look like you're going to faint."
...Then you can give me a hand! ?
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I bit his finger hard, leaving a deep tooth mark. Kajol hissed and pinched my chin with his other hand: "Are you a dog?"
I sneered: "Some people don't even bite dogs."
"According to what you said, some people are worse than dogs."
He smiled at me, not at all moved by my appearance, and was not at all lenient even towards children, which was quite consistent with the positioning of the public nuisance in "God's Favor 2.0", the Lord of Darkness.
The hot water soaked the black satin bathrobe, revealing a muscular chest. Unlike the slender and elegant appearance, only after taking off the clothes did one realize that the person in front of him had a good figure. The wet black hair stuck to the cheek, and a drop of water slid down the high nose bridge, dripping precariously on the collarbone, gathering into a shallow mouthful.
I looked up at him, the heat steaming my head and making me dizzy. Kajol kept talking and talking, and by the end, I had lost interest in what he was saying.
Sleepy, tired, and weak.
If this was still in the game, I guess I would have a lot of negative status on my head. The water-soaked robe clung to my skin, adding a heavy feeling to my breathing. His face became increasingly blurred in the heat.
Seeing that I was quiet, Kazhuo suddenly reached out and put his hand on my forehead. His wet palm was very hot, and I turned my head to avoid his hand and concentrate on listening to what he was saying.
"You have a fever."
No wonder I didn't want to talk, it turned out I had a fever. The health of this cheap believer is really not good, I need to exercise well when I go back.
I really admire my own energy for thinking wildly. Even in this state, I can still force myself to reply: "It's because you insisted on giving me a bath."
What was left gradually became distant.
Due to blood loss, high temperature and harassment from some annoying person, I finally passed out.
......
The sky was a foggy grey.
Damp, dark and slightly cold.
There were only two people sitting in front of the round table. In the distance was a vast sea of bright red flowers. When the wind blew, layers of waves surged up, dyeing the flowers a brilliant red.
The color of the Kingdom of God is always gray. It seems to condense the fear of death of life, and everything is covered with shadows. Only the flowers on the river bank never wither and are as red as blood.
"Parka, what are you looking at?"
"......"
"Hey, say something, why are you so boring?"
"......"
"You're not mute, are you?"
"no."
"Since you are not mute, why don't you say a few more words."
"......"
"Look, you're silent again."
The sound flowed in my ears like a gorgeous lyre, with precise timbre, moving and deep music. The person who was speaking leaned his head closer, chattering non-stop to attract the other person's attention.
The harassed person was pouring tea. Seeing this, he used one hand to push the face that was close to him away. The harasser blinked, and his eyelashes brushed across his palm, which felt slightly itchy.
This meant nothing to the god pouring tea. He was once the pinnacle of this world and was used to seeing countless gorgeous and luxurious things. Countless beautiful creatures knelt down, longing for a glimmer of mercy from death, but in his eyes, they were all dust.
"Stay away from me, you're preventing me from pouring the tea."
The young God of Darkness came closer relentlessly. The distance was so close that he could easily see into the depths of those eyes. The blood-red pupils were like the finest pigeon blood gems, glowing with a moving glimmer.
Lies bewitch people, and shadows are mysterious. At that time, His hair was not as long as it is now. It hung loosely on the side of His neck, swaying with His movements, reminiscent of soft feathers.
"Do you need my help? I am also good at leading the undead."
"unnecessary."
"You are so cold. You are a noble god, but you have to do this kind of thing yourself. Don't you feel bored? I remember that you have many believers. Why don't you just let them lead you?"
"Not everyone is like you, Kajol."
The Lord of Darkness was not ashamed but proud of it. "There are not many people who are different from me, right?"
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to pay attention to him, Kazhuo became more excited. At that time, he was not as mature as he is now, and he deliberately teased the other party's emotions.
"You are such a weird god. There are so many people who want to kill you, but you are still busy here maintaining the order of life and death. Are all gods of death so merciful? If I were you, I would have given up long ago and let these guys turn the world upside down, letting them know that once I am gone, the world will be in chaos. Instead of risking my life and having a group of people ready to kill me at the door, I would still work diligently without revealing a word of my hard work."
It was only then that the black-robed Death looked at Him for the first time. He clearly pronounced His name: "Kado."
The person who was called tilted his head; "Huh?"
"Are you very free?"
"yes."
Kazhu admitted it readily, with an expression that showed that he was just trying to watch the fun and get involved.
"After all, someone has attracted the attention of all the gods, so I naturally have nothing to do."
"In that case, come and make tea."
The seduced object was indifferent and put down the teacup in his hand. The bright red petals rose and fell in the teacup, and the brewed tea was clear and reflected the shadow of the person.
Staring at the cup of tea, Kazhuo suddenly spoke: "It is said that there is a fiery red flower growing beside the Styx. After drinking tea made from it, one can remember the past before reincarnation. Is it true?"
"That's right. The flower is watered by the tears of the dead. The dead can't shed tears, but they can condense their memories into tears and water the flower. If you drink it, you will regain the memory."
"oh--"
Kazhuo dragged out the last word, and his eyes suddenly fell on the other person. His tone was more serious than ever before.
"Then, is the memory of God okay?"
His eyes sparkled, filled with desires that he himself was not even aware of, as if he was searching for some answer.
The black-robed Grim Reaper had just raised the cup when He paused and answered in a very soft voice.
“——”
*
I can't quite remember what I said at that time.
From a certain moment on, I seemed to have lost a lot of memories, or maybe time was really a sharp knife, enough to cut everything off.
If there wasn't a single flower in the entire kingdom of God that carried my memories, I would have suspected that, as was written in the player forum, I had stored my memories in the flowers at some point without knowing it.
Before Lucifer found me, it had been a long time since I had thought about what happened before I was imprisoned, and it had also been a long time since I had recalled these people and my story.
They mean nothing to me now, and no one will remember them except me.
And when I saw this scene again, I did feel a little sad. That happened so long ago, so long ago that I almost forgot it.
That was when I started the first God War and was attacked by all the gods. While spreading death, I fulfilled my responsibility and guided the souls of the dead to reincarnate.
But two fists are no match for four hands, and even I needed some help, and that was when I met Kazo.
Our encounter was definitely not a good one. At that time, the gods did not have the habit of taking the souls of believers back to the kingdom of God, and all souls were under my control. And Kazhuo was like a mouse with a hobby of collecting, and he particularly liked to collect those precious souls.
When I counted the souls, I found that the number was wrong, and then I found that it was Kazhu who was causing trouble. I personally went to his temple and smashed it, and forcibly took back the stolen souls.
After this, we got to know each other. Kazhuo had already seen the prototype of what he is now. Later, when facing the gods who came to attack me, Kazhuo successfully became one of my accomplices with his sweet words, and was therefore regarded as a thorn in the eyes of those gods.
I seldom say anything to him, but this guy always likes to stick around me and ask me all kinds of questions with great interest.
From my birth to my relationship with Samuel, to why I started the war of gods. From the big things like the next battle plan to the small things like what I like to eat, this guy never tires of asking me questions.
I would often throw Him out of my kingdom of God out of my endurance, and the next time, Kajol would sneak in again in a way I didn't know.
Occasionally, I would invite Him to have a cup of tea.
The black-haired god sat next to me, laughing and talking about the people he had fooled and the lies he had told. He was used to hiding his true emotions with a smile. There was never any truth in his eyes.
I mostly listened in silence, and only in very rare cases would I answer a few words. Whenever this happened, Kajol would excitedly add a lot of content just to hear me say a few more words.
I once asked him why he did this, and Kajol raised an eyebrow, enjoying it: "Don't you think it's like a treasure hunt? The monotonous scenery suddenly appears different, which naturally makes people feel interesting."
Well, luckily he is an NPC and not a player, otherwise he must be a heavy game enthusiast. Of course, I would not complain like this at that time. He just listened silently, with no expression on his face. Expecting the incarnation of death to have human emotions is like expecting red rain from the sky.
Our relationship has always been in a state of neither close nor distant, neither cold nor hot. We use each other, regard each other as our own barrier, and calculate what kind of benefits we can get from each other.
They are both villains who are regarded as enemies by the public, and they also have dishonorable settings. If I played the role of slaughter in order to promote the plot, then the Lord of Darkness was destined to become the king in darkness from the beginning.
His authority is made up of lies and deception, his crown is stained with blood, his bones are piled up as steps, and his robe is embroidered with the wails of his enemies and the trembling of his believers.
It is impossible for us to open our hearts to each other, let alone become friends.
But whenever I asked him to sit down and have tea, Kajol would remain quiet for a while during this short cup of tea.
It seemed that he was savoring this unpalatable cup of tea, or thinking about some past events that he had already forgotten. I put the freshly picked petals into the water, watching the flames rise and the tea boil. The gurgling bubbles became the only sound between us, which was too lonely compared to the human world. But Kajol never complained. He had amazing patience in this regard, and would always wait for me to spend several hours to make a pot of tea.
The tea brewed from the flowers in the Kingdom of God has no smell, but once you drink it, it will become the taste of your life. The hot air turns into white mist, and I often look through the mist. The eyes of the gods are blurred behind the mist.
There was no expression on His face, like a stone statue that had solidified from the past to the present, cold, silent and taciturn. Like all gods, I also have the eyes of God that can see through all falsehoods, but I can never see through His emotions at this moment.
And when He noticed that I was looking at Him, the young god smiled at me.
Shedding his usual frivolous and careless disguise, he was now simple and real. This was probably the most spontaneous moment for the Lord of Darkness, who was known for his lies, and he only shared it with his own party.
I looked at Him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
The Lord of Darkness's voice was somewhat scattered, and it melted lightly into the wind. He held the cup and looked up at the dead and silent scenery. Although it was a ruined landscape, his eyes were extremely focused.
"I just think...it turns out that this world isn't so bad after all."
"You're the first person to say that."
"Yeah."
Kazhuo put down the cup and put on his usual mischievous smile. The truth that had just been revealed dissipated like smoke, making it difficult to tell whether the person sitting in front of him was Kazhuo or the Lord of Darkness who was full of lies.
No matter which one it was, what He just said must have come from the heart.
But to this day, I still don’t understand the meaning of that sentence.
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