PDLP Chapter 203: Knight of Dark Disaster 32
Chapter 203: Knight of Dark Disaster 32
He pointed at his face, "Yan is indeed not related to Tarnov by blood, but I am. However, strictly speaking, I am not his child, but his clone."
Nan Ze chuckled and said, "Then what you know is still not complete."
Hearing this, Ze was really curious.
"Although you are not a normal human being and look very similar to Tarnov, you and him are not related by blood."
"Because you and sir are both 'sacrifices' he created using the blood of the long-dead 'Black God Chernobog' and 'White God Benobog'."
Hearing this, Xu Yan, who had been watching in his sea of consciousness, felt a little surprised. He did not expect that Nan Ze could actually investigate all these things. This overturned his preconceived impression of Nan Ze.
"How do you know all this?" Ze obviously believed it.
Because if that was the case, then all the puzzles he had been feeling had an explanation.
Moreover, Tarnov was truly arrogant, as he actually named his creation after the god.
In other words, these two gods had already fallen, otherwise he would have experienced what divine punishment was.
However, the royal family's surname has always been Berg, and it seems that it does have some relationship with these two gods.
"I have been in this world for a long time, and I have a decent network of contacts in the Sea Country. The Atlan Empire is under the sea, and most of the wars on land do not affect them. Their history and heritage have almost no gaps. It is easy to associate your name and yours with these two gods. Then, combined with the intelligence analysis of your conversation with Tang that I heard, I can come to this conclusion."
After Nan Ze finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Tang Ze, who was staring at Ze hugging Xu Yan's hand, and said in a light tone, "You finally feel that something is wrong?"
Tang Ze twitched his lips. As a successor of socialism and a serious savior, his thoughts were still too upright.
The dishonest blackened savior Nan Ze saw his deflated expression and his mood wasn't so bad anymore.
Sometimes pain can be shared, especially when you see others feeling worse than you.
Ze was in a particularly good mood because he confirmed his feelings today.
It turns out that his possessiveness towards the little black cat is not only due to his love for his well-behaved brother, but also his love for his lover.
He should have discovered it earlier.
A person like him doesn't care about family affection, and only love that can satisfy his possessiveness can make him happy.
Only when he falls in love with this person will he understand what it feels like to be heartbroken.
That's why even after not seeing him for several years, his figure still appears in my mind from time to time.
So this is love.
Ze tightened his arms around Xu Yan, and looked provocatively at his two love rivals whose eyes were red but who could not do anything to him, with a big smile on his face.
It feels so sweet.
"Sir, which of these three do you like best?" 937 couldn't help but be curious and asked while staring at the classic scene of Shura Field.
Xu Yan was fiddling with a few things he had applied for. Hearing this, he looked up at the three people, thought seriously for a moment, and then fell silent.
"You don't like any of them? Or you like both of them?" 937 asked excitedly.
Xu Yan sighed, and answered in a rare serious tone, "I like them all, but I can't say I love them."
'ah? Why? '
'The part of me that loved them is dead.'
937 tilted his head, feeling a little confused.
Besides, he hasn't decided yet whether or not to take back his former 'love and memories'. He is somewhat looking forward to it but also somewhat resistant.
He looks forward to memories that can satisfy his curiosity, and resists the possibility that his personality will be "drastically changed" after taking them back.
As for the unknown god who could easily pull at his heartstrings...it was not something he could consider for now.
The love of God was so hot that it burned his heart, which was used to coldness and loneliness, and it even hurt. Whenever he thought of Him, his heart would twitch subconsciously.
This pain is not literal pain, but a fear of the unknown.
This fear of the unknown is often the most unbearable.