In the ninety-nine world, it started to rain at some point.
The rain poured down, and the heavy rain hit her face crazily, making her extremely beautiful face look even colder.
It is also a rain of desire.
It's just that the target of this rain has changed from all living beings to her alone.
All the weight came to her alone.
Ninety-nine's wet long hair hung down below her shoulders, and the heavy rain accumulated under her body and formed a lake.
The waterline soon covered her waist.
The water is like a mirror, clearly reflecting two identical figures and identical faces.
The desire that once invaded all immortals is now poured into one person.
The soaked skirt clung to her skin, as if every inch of her body and every strand of hair had absorbed the rainwater, making her body feel particularly cold and heavy.
Jiujiu lowered his eyes and looked at his own reflection in the water.
Now, is even this body already filled with ‘desires’?
She raised her heavy arm and waved away the palm that the evil god stretched out towards her.
Against the backdrop of the cold rain, Ninety-nine's face looked even more beautiful and ruthless.
Even though her whole body was bathed in desire, she still firmly and unwaveringly refused the evil god's invitation.
The evil god whose palm was waved away had a subtle change in his indifferent and indifferent face.
‘She’ raised her eyelids, and her cold brows contained the color of the night sky in the gentle season.
"Xiaojiu, are you rejecting me?"
The familiar face, familiar voice, and familiar title made Ninety-nine's pupils shrink tightly, and the cold light bursting out of his eyes seemed to be colder than the rain.
She raised her gaze, as if a dead doll finally reacted like a living person, and anger spread from the depths of her eyes like wildfire.
"No! Use this face! Call me like this!"
The sound of Xiaojiu made her eardrums buzz.
At that moment, the blood in her body flowed extremely fast, and her consciousness seemed to fall into silence at this moment.
Cold water droplets fell from the tips of the dark, cold hair on her forehead to the water.
The pounding sound of heavy rain could be heard in my ears, shattering the two reflections in the water.
Ninety-nine's consciousness was in a trance, as if he had returned to the midsummer night of that year.
Green lanterns sway in the waves, piles of bamboo, dense trees and moonlight, sparse fences and water to isolate the sound.
When she opened her eyes, the first scene she saw in the world was a full moon high in the sky, a sky full of stars, a beautiful night, and a woman in white clothes covered with snow holding a carving knife in her jade hand.
The night wind blew the fine osmanthus flowers and landed on her head. She accidentally shook off the golden osmanthus flowers, leaving a cold fragrance in her hair.
She was lowering her eyes to look at the half-open furnace heart crystal core, the pen knife was in perfect position, and not a single stroke of the rune was missing.
But under her pen knife, the intelligent doll had been born, but it refused to be born alive.
The night is like ink, the autumn sky is long, the woman's eyebrows are smooth, and she is covered with the fragrance of cold plum and grass, a clear and bitter taste.
She looked at the masterpiece lying on the balcony casually, and for a moment it seemed as if summer stars fell in her eyes.
Her cold voice was like snow washing over a spring, clear and clear: "Xiaojiu, are you rejecting me?"
Very normal tone, nothing unpleasant at all.
Dolls are not born in this world according to the common sense of the world, the cycle of yin and yang, life and death.
She was supposed to be manipulated like a cold toy, but she was given consciousness and thoughts that a doll should not have.
She refused to live.
But when she opened her eyes, what she saw was such a bright and beautiful world. On a midsummer night with flying flowers, the moon exuded a clear light, and fireflies were flying over the empty mountains at night, as if they were giving directions to the souls looking for food.
, guiding the way in the dark and heavy night.
A river of stars, a long array of lamps, a woman like the first snow in the south of the Yangtze River looked up at the summer night sky, the night mist swirled around, and the smile that gradually appeared in her cold eyes was half-clear and half-ambiguous:
"The stars shining all over the sky, the dusk setting in the western mountains, the snow-covered riverside in Cangshan Mountain, once you open your eyes, you always have to see them all."
"So you...are you still going to reject me?"
As the Lord of Yinghuo, I have a pen knife in my hand.
Life and death are not determined by the temptation, but by the puppet master.
The carvings on her fingertips were blooming, and no matter how she refused, she could only accept her fate and be born in this world.
But she still carefully and patiently lures her with the splendor of the world.
If she is not moved, she will maintain her refusal.
The pen knife in her hand will never fall again, even if what is lying on the balcony is a rare treasure in the world and a thousand years of hard work.
If she chooses to sleep, she will agree to it.
No one in the world knew that in this long night with dreams in the sky, she had her own choice.
Memories that have not been forgotten for a long time seem to float up from the water, heavy and wet.
There was confusion in Jiujiu's ears.
She stood there motionless, as if she was about to be swallowed up by the heavy rain.
The evil god on the opposite side seemed to have broken some invisible shackles of isolation at this moment. It walked through the thick water and heavy rain without encountering any hindrance.
Wherever she passed, the rainwater separated itself, and the lake water avoided itself. Her clothes were not even half wet, and she was not absorbed into the body by the ninety-nine like just now.
The two spirits are clearly separated in the same body, and they get closer and closer step by step.
The boundary line between the two of them was disrupted and mixed by the rain, and it came to the front of Jiujiu with ease.
The evil god lowered his eyelids coldly, but there was false pity in his eyes. He looked at the body that was frozen and cold, as if the central part of the control puppet was completely broken and could not move.
The evil god raised his hand and placed it against Jiujiu's heart, finally touching her heart with his own hands.
Jiujiu's body suddenly stiffened, her waist straightened forward, her arms naturally hung loosely behind her, and the eyes in her eye sockets turned completely pitch black.
The cracks of pollution continued to spread from her heart to her cheeks, and the eyes of the True Ancestor Evil God emitted a colorful and strange light, which was because it was absorbing Ninety-Nine's heart.
It put its lips to her ear, whispering in her ear like a demon:
"It turns out that this is your purpose."
"You actually... deceived everyone."
The arms hanging on both sides moved slightly, perhaps because he sensed that his heart was being peered into, and a strong sense of struggle appeared in Ninety-nine's dark eyes.
The True Ancestor Evil God chuckled, and saw it raised an arm, ripples on the lake surface rose, and countless transparent silk threads emerged from the water, tightly wrapped around Ninety-nine's slender necks.
The fair skin was tightly bound by the transparent silk thread as thin as a hair, and streaks of bright red liquid were drawn out, dyeing the transparent silk thread a striking scarlet color.
"Since your purpose is so clear, why are you still hesitating? Is it because I am the evil that your Lord should destroy, that is why you are so reluctant to accept me?"
As he spoke, more threads sprouted through the water, like spider webs pulling prey into the abyss, and wrapped around Jiujiu's limbs, waist, thighs, and shoulders.
As the light radiating from the eyes of the True Ancestor Evil God became brighter and weirder, the threads emerging from the lake seemed to be stretched to the extreme at this moment.
Mao Fu pulled hard on Jiujiu's slender body, dragging her down into the lake little by little.
The True Ancestor Evil God looked at Jiujiu, whose eyes were dark and distracted. Her body was pulled back by those silk threads, and her pitifully thin waist completed an astonishing arc, but even though her body was entangled with so many threads of desire.
Her body was still as flexible as the grass on the cliff, and it was extremely difficult to pull her body completely into the lake.
The heart of the furnace where the True Ancestor Evil God's palm rests is cold, filthy and powerful, while the body under the palm is clearly so delicate and soft.
But at this moment, it felt that what it was pushing was a heavy mountain.
At this level, is your heart still so strong?
In today's world, there are not many existences that can make even the True Ancestor Evil God feel troublesome.
You must know that this doll does not have the karma of that young man.
"This willpower really amazes me. If it weren't for the appearance of this boy, maybe you could really become my one-time perfect container, right?"
"But have you thought about it? Do you really want to reject me over and over again?
The shadow witch you have been in for the past ten years will all be purified by that sword. Your enemy now is not me.
If you hesitate any longer and I have no desire to eat, I will be sealed into the Shifang Sword again."
The True Ancestor Evil God sighed softly in her ear and said: "Shifang Sword... That is your untouchable mission..."
When he heard the words "Shifangjian", Jiujiu's whole body was suddenly shaken, and his dark eyes without white eyes trembled deeply!
The last trace of emotion on her face disappeared.
Thick black mist of desire spurted out from her body, so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye.
The True Ancestor Evil God raised his face, closed his eyes, and showed an intoxicated and gluttonous expression:
"You also said that you are some kind of unintentional doll. You are the soul born from Xuefu's spiritual consciousness. As expected, the amount of strong desires really surprises me.
Even this body can't carry your inner desires, so what reason do you have to reject me?"
The palm that was against the heart suddenly sank with force, and the True Ancestor Evil God suddenly approached and gently held Ninety-Nine's cold and heavy body in his arms.
The smile on its lips also widened: "Does the death of your master make you very painful?"
"You claim to be careless and indifferent to the seven emotions, but after all, you are a colored soul born based on a ray of divine consciousness. You deceive yourself and others and shape yourself into a ruthless machine. What kind of mood do you feel?"
"I'm very curious."
"How did Yinghuo, who relied on orders to maintain the meaning of his existence, wander around the world without a master?"
"I don't think your master has ever entered any command information into your heart, right?"
"Do you think that as a doll, you don't deserve to have wishes?"
"After you have done all this, you have lost your original value, and the little wish in your heart that was not born for you will abandon you forever and leave you."
"Your plan is so ruthless that there is no way out, and you even included yourself in it..."
The True Ancestor Evil God raised the corners of his lips, "But so what, everyone can be satisfied from the moment their wishes are fulfilled.
And the day your wish comes true, you are destined to get no response, and all that awaits you is boundless loneliness."
"It's very painful. Your master has only left you for more than ten years, and now you have to taste the pain of loneliness."
"When your wish comes true, the soul under your body will only breed endless loneliness, and you will have nothing but pain."
The evil god hugged her tightly, which seemed to be a warm embrace that helped her withstand the wind and rain.
But whether it is warmth or resistance to wind and rain, it is just an illusion.
The True Ancestor Evil God is a god who worships the abyss with an extremely bad temperament.
Raindrops hit its back one after another, but they failed to take away any weight for her. The seemingly tiny raindrops hit it in small and dense layers, but through the evil god's body, there was a sound like falling stars.
Such great momentum.
The increasingly dense rain lines cause the water level of the lake in this space to rise faster and faster.
Soon, the water line covered her waist, chest, neck, and cheeks.
In the end, his face, eyebrows, and eyes were all immersed in the cold lake water.
Suddenly there was nothing under Ninety-Nine's feet, and there was a heavy floating feeling of weightlessness.
The ground beneath her feet disappeared, and she was hugged tightly by the evil god, completely pushed into the lake.
Her hair, clothes, and even the translucent silk threads wrapped around her body were suspended in the water.
The evil god held her and kept sinking, sinking...
It looked at Jiujiu's pair of eyes that were so dark that no light could shine through, and continued to smile and said:
"The master who created you will abandon you without hesitation, so who else in this world is willing to stay for you?
Although you are very good at amusing yourself with this cold heart, you have found an empty mission for yourself out of nothingness."
"But now, because of the existence of that karmic boy, even that illusory mission will be far away from you."
"Xiaojiu, do you know? You don't live like a human being or a doll now. You are more like a monster at this moment?"
"monster……"
"There is no one like it."
Ninety-nine limbs were pulled by the countless transparent threads.
For a moment, it was not clear whether she was pressed into the abyss by the evil god or dragged into the abyss by these threads of desire.
The Evil God held up Jiujiu's chin, caressed her pale and cold cheek with his palms, with a kind of pitiful compassion in his eyes:
"But I am better suited to be a monster than you."
"In the process of your wish coming true, I can feel the pain of your broken heart."
"You don't know where your pain lies? You stubbornly seal them in the array circuit, but what you can't change is their real existence."
The evil god pressed his forehead against Jiujiu's forehead, and two extremely deep whirlpools condensed in the depths of his pupils, as if they wanted to suck people's souls into them.
"But I am a real monster. I will not feel pain, fear, or confusion. Give me your body and sacrifice your soul to me."
"I will fulfill all your wishes, and I will hold everything you want in front of you."
"Only a monster like me can truly love you."
"Even if this love is born from desire, it is still real."
"So, choose me?"
There are more and more silk threads on Jiujiu's body, but no shadow witch is born behind her.
Because, for her at this moment, the evil god is the most realistic shadow witch projected from her heart.
Same appearance, same desire.
The evil god smiled and raised his hand to cover her eyes.
"Go to sleep, child, and leave the rest to me."
There was a soft snap.
The evil god's half-stretched arm was suddenly stopped by a pale palm.
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