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At his feet, thick hair fell on the green grass, winding like shiny black twigs.

Zhao Lue lowered his eyes unconsciously, and he saw Huang Chuntao's bright lips opened, swallowing up a sparse ray of sunlight.

The sun was like a needle, piercing the heavy sky and piercing Zhao Lue's body.

The sun is hot, so Zhao Lue felt a vague heat. When the hot needle pricked the skin, the blood began to boil.

Zhao Lue has thought about the past several times at inappropriate times since he came to this arena world.

There was one thing he had not explored, but he always remembered.

It was in the villa that he lay drunk on the sofa, watching a woman slowly walking towards him with an attitude that seemed clear but actually had no purpose.

She was wearing a long dress with a slit that went up to her thighs.

So those two snow-white, well-proportioned legs looked like they were being used by a witch to stir a charm potion while walking. They lifted up lingeringly and gracefully, rubbing against Zhao Lue's trouser legs.

Zhao Lue waited for them to push forward, and then kicked the flawless skin mercilessly.

He is actually a bit similar to the drunken second- and third-generation people around him. If a stranger infringes on their territory, they will not immediately get angry, but will watch the joke leisurely, and finally give a fatal indifference. People who are not in the same circle may think that the tempers of these second-generation ancestors are unstable, and reflect on which words they have made have caused bad luck.

Zhao Lue didn't kick. He seemed to be confused by the woman's face.

As the young master of the Zhao family, he has met many celebrities at many dances and even in private. They are often three times more beautiful than the photos circulated on the Internet, because the beauty of top stars is dynamic and is reflected on their tight skin. , is in the bones of reunion.

People say skin is like bones, and one of the two is beautiful, and the woman who is just like a clump of vines clinging to his body is all beautiful, with impeccable figure, demeanor and even some extremely small details.

But after a moment of confusion, Zhao Lue penetrated her appearance and focused on other things that were beyond human reach.

She knelt on the sofa. He did not resist the position of being too close. He smelled the overly sweet and even corrosive aroma and put his hand on her waist.

It was different from the soft waist of a woman in my imagination. It was a flexible waist. There seemed to be a thin layer of muscles through the clothes. You could feel the heat as if you were breathing just by gently moving your fingers up.

Then the woman gave him a hug full of warmth, which made all his chaotic thoughts go away.

——It is the embrace of a relative with an unspeakable strange place. he thought.

You can be attached to, you can rely on, you can trust... you can't let him down.

He eventually fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was sitting in the backseat of the car that picked him up from home, reminiscing about his childhood.

He thought of Ji Shun, but there was no blond woman in his memory, and there was no relative as close as her... let alone a lover. There was a female emperor in the story Ji Shun told, but that was different after all.

He knew what was different.

--no the same.

Zhao Lue looked quietly at the person walking towards him slowly.

He is different, there is no deceptive beauty when he walks, his hair and clothes are meticulous, his eyes are not dreamy blue but a green that is somewhat melancholy and cool.

Even though he still looks extremely beautiful and has a slender figure, he does not make people think that he is a woman.

He has the calmness and elegance that Zhao Lue saw in some of his relatives who have been in power for a long time and have been graceful for many years. Of course, he also has the same indifference to strange existences.

"Wow -" Zhao Lue raised his wings, and the black wings blocked the light that was getting stronger and stronger from nowhere.

[Huang Chuntao is dead? ] Ji Shun's cold voice brought Zhao slightly back to his senses.

Until then, the announcement from the arena that should have sounded long ago was long overdue.

"The winner of the first season [Participating Player Huang Chuntao] was killed by an important plot character and the center of the world [Pope of Lorraine Gaspard Salian de Lorraine]."

"Due to the awakening of the world center, the third phase of the mission will start in advance, starting the countdown..."

Plot character?

Zhao Lue found it a bit funny.

The arena plus a main god controls the development of the world in a general direction by issuing tasks to players. Can they claim to be the ones who created this combined world?

This is just a contemptuous name for people from the original world.

Gaspard didn't have the arena or the script given by the Lord God. If he really wanted to say it...he only had to follow one thing.

——The arrow that hit Zhao Lue’s head.

Previously, Zhao Lue was not sure whether the arrow that hit Gaspard's heart was shot by him, but Huang Chuntao's sharp laughter showed that the arrow was indeed shot by him.

Cupid's arrows are said to include gold arrows and lead arrows. The former makes people fall in love, while the latter makes people hate love. Apollo and Daphne in Greek mythology were clearly hit by these two arrows.

What Zhao Lue shot Gaspard with was not a golden arrow, but a resisting lead arrow.

Gaspard has not looked at Zhao Lue since he was shot.

Even if he bent down in front of Zhao Lue, even if he was close at hand.

His long golden hair fell down, and his slender fingers brushed through the hair, which had a sweet taste that was different from the rotten sweetness.

Pinching Huang Chuntao's cheek with his fingers, he picked at it pickily and mercilessly, like picking rotten meat on a chopping board, and said: "Huang Chuntao? What a disgusting toad kicking its legs."

He let go of his hand, and a soft light shone from his fingertips, purifying Huang Chuntao's body and some dirt on his fingertips.

When the burning light was about to burn along Huang Chuntao's robe to Zhao Lue, Zhao Lue took a step back.

Instantly, Gaspard raised his head.

At the same time, he knelt on one knee, and his cold fingers circled Zhao Lue's ankle.

His upward gaze gently scraped Zhao Lue's face.

Zhao Lue almost subconsciously said: "So you can see me?"

After saying this, Zhao Lue felt that this sentence had a bit of a complaint, and he took another step back and forcibly pulled his foot out.

It's not quite accurate to say forcibly, because Zhao Lue himself used all his strength, but Gaspard easily let go.

Gaspard stood up thoughtfully.

After a while, he murmured a name.

"... Zhao Lue?"

He seemed to know something he shouldn't know, but his expression showed that he didn't know Zhao Lue.

This was normal, Gaspard didn't know Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue sank his face, moved his fingers slightly at his side, and said another name: "Lin Xingtao."

Gaspard paused, and said in a light voice: "What is that?"

Zhao Lue choked and said: "Oh, so you don't know him, that's great, he doesn't know you, and I don't know you either."

Gaspard's eyes were a little strange, as if those names Zhao Lue said shouldn't know him - so Zhao Lue's temper was unreasonable.

Zhao Lue suddenly thought of another name: "Louis?"

Gaspard didn't answer this time, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stared at Zhao Lue's expression carefully.

Suddenly, Gaspard said softly, "Hmm?"

A soft nasal sound came from a distant and unclear place in front of Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue smiled at Gaspard, and the sky, which was getting brighter and brighter, suddenly darkened.

This time it was Gaspard's turn to frown.

Zhao Lue suddenly spread the six wings around his arms and prepared to fly into the air.

The conversation, which was considered harmonious, suddenly turned in another direction.

"Ahhhhhhh——" Crisp screams exploded in front of Zhao Lue and behind Gaspard. One after another, piercing through the buildings of the holy land, piercing the mourning clouds, and crushing the sunlight.

"We are guilty, and our sins are as deep as the abyss." The sobbing sound came out from the mouths of thousands of little angels.

They were like the finger that bent and fell beside Zhao Lue, shaking together.

Rumble. The armed fortress attached to their bodies made a clumsy moving sound.

"Fallen!!!" Zhao Lue shouted.

The angels naturally loosened their arms around their knees, stretched their bodies, and tilted their heads to one side.

Like a puppet being pulled upside down, their whole bodies turned around, and their slender legs fluttered in the wind.

Due to the change in posture, their eye masks, earmuffs, and even the metal that bound their bodies all fell off bit by bit.

But their wings were fixed in the twisted and entangled steel bars and the never-stopping gears, so they were tearing off their wings.

Accompanied by painful screams, black blood spread from the broken wings.

White feathers turned black.

In Lorraine, many bishops were watching the collapse of the divine network in panic. ◢This◢work◢is◢organized◢and◢uploaded◢by◢Third◢online◢reading◢users◢

The analyzed data stream falls like a waterfall, and the bright red "warning" words are densely pasted on the screen of the divine network.

"The divine network has been invaded by the power of darkness!"

"Army No. 1 of the Angel Legion is being forcibly disengaged."

"Army No. 2 of the Angel Legion is infected and is being analyzed."

"Army No. 3 of the Angel Legion is temporarily normal."

"..."

"Pope Gaspard applied for reconnection...application approved, authority approved, now the highest authority of the divine network, please issue orders."

"Error, Army No. 1 of the Angel Legion has lost contact. Army No. 2 and Army No. 3 of the Angel Legion have entered the capture operation."

Zhao Lue flew off the ground, and the four-winged angel who had always been trembling beside Huang Chuntao stretched out his hand and pointed behind Zhao Lue.

Even if Zhao Lue didn't look back, he knew that the angels behind him were not affected by him.

They blocked the holy land, raised guns that were several times larger than theirs, and aimed the black holes at Zhao Lue's head, neck, chest, waist, and thighs.

The places that were aimed at were extremely hot. It was not an illusion, but there was really a dazzling light passing through.

The divine power laser in the guns almost melted Gaspard's face in white and gold.

Zhao Lue couldn't see his expression, but he could feel his calmness.

Breaking away from the state of indulging in unpredictable emotions, Zhao Lue calmed down at this moment. He was ready to retreat to Chutian with some angels.

However, just as he and the angels flapped their dark wings together, the light suddenly shot over without gathering at the apex.

Gaspard opened his arms, took two steps forward calmly, and surrounded Zhao Lue's body before he could fly away.

"Where are you going?" He chuckled softly.

Time became extremely slow.

The light followed its own path, slowly but without hesitation, towards the end point - Zhao Lue's body.

It was not until those lights touched Zhao Lue's body that Zhao Lue realized that those lights were not light.

Just as doves are angel feathers, so-called lasers are also golden ribbons - ribbons tied together around the waists of angels.

Like chains shot out from the sky.

They trapped Zhao Lue.

But Zhao Lue felt that it was not the ribbons that trapped him, but Gaspard's arms that were tightly holding him.

Gaspard was tightening Zhao Lue's waist with a force that was enough to pull down a god, and pulled Zhao Lue, who had flown a distance from the ground, back to the ground with force.

At first, it was just the nails that pinched the flesh, and then the whole arm was tightening.

His arms were cold, like a python tightening its prey.

It seemed to be embedded in the bones, as if it was to be stuffed into the flesh.

Zhao Lue's feathers were sharp, and just because of the full embrace, they touched Gaspard's waist.

It was as thin as a spider's thread, and Zhao Lue could break it apart with just a slight hook.

——I can't let him down.

With this thought, Zhao Lue stopped.

Gaspard rested his chin on Zhao Lue's shoulder and said in a clear voice.