PDLP Chapter 191: Knight of Dark Disaster 20
Chapter 191: Knight of Dark Disaster 20
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A serious and cold voice sounded in Xu Yan's ears, saving him from the pain that was about to drown and crush him.
However, even though his soul in the sea of consciousness was kneeling on the ground, gasping in extreme pain, a satisfied and somewhat crazy smile appeared on his face.
'These so-called premature deaths are all part of me, right?'
The boss god who was racing stepped on the brakes, and the scenery that was passing by quickly in the picture stopped, allowing Xu Yan to see clearly where he was.
It was a bright starry sky that seemed familiar and nostalgic to him.
"I didn't expect you to find out so quickly. You are indeed my number three lackey."
The teasing voice of the god of paradise was heard, and the hand in the picture gently tapped the motorcycle's handlebar with its index finger.
"If it was before, even if the fifth girl died in front of me, I would just feel pity, but now that she has been wronged, I feel a little angry."
'I can't see the difference between that and trash despite such an obvious contrast. I can't think of any other possibilities except that my missing soul is being completed.'
The God of Paradise was silent for a moment, then sighed, "But it's too early for you. Your soul is not yet fully recovered, and your soul will be broken if you do this."
"It's just right to break, this is exactly what I want." Xu Yan smiled nonchalantly, "The only thing I want now and in the past is death."
'But someone loves you, waits for you, guards you, and protects you for tens of thousands of years of "main time."'
For the first time in many years, the God of Fun talked to Xu Yan in such a serious manner. 'In order to punish himself, he made all his fragments love you deeply, and then helplessly watched your fragments die repeatedly, making all of him fall into despair and pain, and he himself felt all these countless tortures...'
"If it wasn't for His request, you wouldn't have taken me in and saved me, right?" Xu Yan interrupted.
The God of Music nodded calmly, "Yes, after all, you were just a special individual to me at that time, and it was not worth it for me to go to such great lengths for you."
'So now there are suddenly two more Hims from other worlds in this world. Is it because something happened to Him?'
The god of paradise was silent again for a moment, 'Yes, I am on my way.'
'But it doesn't stop me from wanting to die.'
Xu Yan was lying on the surface of the sea of consciousness, and the surface was as calm as a mirror. This also meant that even though he knew these things, his emotions did not fluctuate much.
His pair of silver-blue eyes, which belonged to his original body, were open somewhat dazed and unfocused, and it was unknown where he was looking.
'What is the so-called self?'
'Am I the same person as I was then?'
'Are those "original bodies" really me?'
'I can't understand why the "former me" made a choice that made him feel desperate. I don't understand why those "original bodies" chose to save him even though they were so sad and lonely...'
'Now I am like a hollow puppet imitating human emotions, performing acts of selflessness and love.'
'Perhaps if the mission continues, I can regain my past love and memories, but do they really belong to me now? Will I become the "me of the past" again? Then what is the meaning of my existence now? '
'My situation is different from Him who took the initiative to separate the fragments. He is always connected to the fragments, and he can always empathize with the fragments. He can merge with all the fragments at any time... They are the same person.'
'But the "former me" and those "original bodies" are all strangers to me. I have never met them and I cannot empathize with them.'
'And now you want me to become one with them again...'
When Xu Yan said this, the smile on his face became more exaggerated.
'Which me do you want? Which me is the one He loves? How can you be sure which me will win?'
'Or maybe you want to merge into a "new me".'
The God of Paradise fell silent, and the corner of clothes belonging to another person who had appeared in the picture at some point also stopped where it was.
Tick.
A drop of scarlet sticky liquid dripped from the corner of the blood-red clothes, and the sound of it falling to the ground and breaking rang in the ears of the three people.
'Ayan... I didn't know you were in this mood... Don't worry, I will never force you. If you don't want something, then don't take it. Even if you don't want me to appear in front of you again, I can still do that...'
'What I love...is your soul. No matter what you look like, no matter what your personality is, no matter if you love me or not, I will love you until the day I die.'
The picture seemed to be held up by a hand, gradually moving upwards, revealing a face whose beauty could not be described in words. The dark eyes with silver dots looked at Xu Yan affectionately, and all the emotions were displayed in the eyes frankly, allowing Xu Yan to peek.
"So there is only one thing I won't give in to even if you ask me to - that is to stop loving you."
'And I am a god. Even if you don't let me appear in front of you, I can still peek at you and you won't be able to detect me.'
When he said this, his bloodstained face showed a mischievous smile, 'I am very strong, I have always been watching you, always and always.'
"Do you think I'm a pervert?" the unknown god asked teasingly.
However, Xu Yan did not respond.
The smile on his face gradually faded, and now he pressed his lips tightly together, frowning, "What's with the blood on your body?"
Hearing this, the unknown god's eyebrows curved immediately, "Ayan is caring about me."
Xu Yan raised his eyebrows and was about to hang up the video call, but the person on the other end immediately begged for mercy pitifully and started to explain.
"It's the blood of another god. Don't worry, I'm not hurt."
Xu Yan looked at him steadily, snorted coldly, and hung up the phone.
The God of Fun looked at the confused God of Love in front of him and pointed at the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "Blood, not wiped clean."
The god who had just killed everyone and beaten every god he caught a few minutes ago froze and gradually became petrified on the spot, with despair and a look of "Who will save me" written all over his face.