Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

"Who allowed you to call her name?"

Samael threw Carlos to the ground hard, making a muffled sound, but he didn't let him crush any flowers or plants.

If it weren't for the fact that Carlos had the same hair and eye color as Zhu Baishao, Carlos would have been killed by Samael on the day she died.

"Cough cough..."

Carlos rubbed his neck and stood up. He looked up at the tower and asked again without fear of death, "Father God, did you create me when you were bored, or did my mother give birth to me?"

His eyes were a little stubborn. While he inherited his parents' good looks, he also inherited some bad things in their parents' personalities.

Samael slowly appeared on the top of the tower. His black robe made him look paler and gloomier.

He looked down at Carlos, his dark red eyes intertwined with indifference and evil, but there was not much warmth between father and son.

He chuckled and said: "That's right, I didn't just make you up. It was your mother, Sister Dale in your mouth, who was pregnant in ten months and gave birth to you..."

Carlos' eyes suddenly lit up.

But the next second, Samael's mouth curved with malice, "You absorbed all the nutrients from your mother's body in your belly, and she died when you were born."

The smile that had not fully appeared on Carlos' lips suddenly froze.

Samael grinned and laughed silently.

Deep down in his heart, he had always hated Carlos, his son. If it hadn't been for him, Zhu Bai Shao would not have died.

Of course, the one who deserves the most damn is himself.

But he can't die yet.

Humans die three times. The first time is when the heart stops and the breath disappears, the biological death; the second time is at the funeral, when the society dies; the third time, which is the last death, is forgetfulness, when the last person who knows her When people forget her, she is really dead at that time.

Because forgetting is always silent.

The longing for the deceased always seems to be easily pulled away by time.

Samael is the ruler of the past. From eternity to the present, he will always remember Zhu Baishao, giving her the eternal preference she wanted, and giving himself eternal punishment for imprisoning himself.

Carlos frowned, the tentacles behind him began to tremble, and he tried to steady his breathing.

But he couldn't do it.

Because as Samael spoke just now, some images vaguely appeared in his mind, including a beautiful mother with a gentle smile, and warm fingers touching him.

He realized that Samael was telling the truth.

"Aren't you the Lord of the Old Ones, the Lord of the Old Ones? Why didn't you save her?!" Carlos asked.

whoosh-

A tentacle came instantly and lifted Carlos up again, "Who are you? Are you worthy of questioning me?"

Samael's expression was cold, and his words pierced Carlos's heart.

Crazy Pi’s son is also a little Crazy Pi.

Carlos did not surrender this time, and the golden tentacles behind him also attacked Samael fiercely, trying to buy himself some breathing time.

The father and son acted mercilessly, as if there was some kind of blood feud, and every move was aimed at killing the opponent.

From time to time, chopped golden tentacles and black and purple tentacles fell.

Carlos still couldn't beat Samael. When Samael cut off the last tentacle, he covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak.

The two of them landed on the top of the tower. Samael put his foot on the part of Carlos's body that was twisting and trying to grow new tentacles. He lowered his eyes and looked down at him coldly, "How do you know I haven't tried this? Save her?"

After learning about his feelings, especially after learning that Zhu Baishao was pregnant, he disappeared for a long time every once in a while. Naturally, he did not go to have fun, but to go to the temples where the gods had not disappeared.

Samael almost penetrated the glorious and sacred temple and searched with all his energy, hoping to find something suitable for a human being like Bai Shao.

Unfortunately, those holy waters and divine fruits seemed to have disappeared along with the disappearance of the gods.

Apart from him, the Old One, there is no other extraordinary being in the world.

And his power is more destructive than redemptive.

Carlos spat out another mouthful of blood, and he looked at Samael with the same gloomy gaze, "Where is mother? I want to see her."

"She's dead. How many times do you want me to say it? She's dead. She hates me, she hates you, she hates this world!"

Samael's tone became violent, and with a wave of his hand, he slapped Carlos and stepped hard on his chest.

Carlos turned his face to one side and spat out another mouthful of blood. He licked the blood on his lips and said stubbornly: "Where is my mother's body? Where is she buried? I want to see her!"

It seemed that his expression reminded Samael of Zhu Baishao again. He let go of his feet, his face turned violent and became indifferent again.

"before your eyes."

Samael's voice was faint, but when he looked at the tall tower, there was warmth and pain in his dark red eyes.

The golden light behind Carlos faded away. He staggered to his feet and looked at the tower that Samael had never allowed him to enter.

It turns out that mother has been inside all along?

Samael glanced at Carlos sideways, and after all, thinking about Zhu Baishao's longing for him during his lifetime, he nodded lightly and said, "Follow me."

After that, his figure disappeared from the top of the tower and appeared at the bottom. Carlos looked stunned for a moment. This was the first time that Father God spoke to him so calmly.

He followed quickly.

There is actually nothing unique about the tower, and the layout can even be described as cozy - in Samael's eyes, it was the love nest he and Zhu Baishao once had.

However, there was an ice coffin placed on the large bed, and inside lay a human woman with pale skin and a thin layer of hoarfrost on her eyebrows and eyelashes.

Samael's palm slowly caressed the surface of the ice coffin, and the frost on the woman's face dissipated. Except for her face being still pale, her eyes tightly closed and her lips very pale, she was no different from a sleeping living person.

He went to great lengths to find only the last bit of divine ice crystals from those temples, and built a coffin for her to keep her body from decaying.

Carlos walked over slowly, knelt down next to the coffin, and held the coffin. The expression on his face seemed to be crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling. He reached out tremblingly to touch the woman's face, but Samael blocked it. down.

Samael stood nearby, and the shadow of his body fell on part of Carlos's body, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

But before he could speak, Carlos said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, please..."

Samael stiffened.

He had not allowed Carlos to call him daddy since he was a child, and this was the first time he had asked him.

Samael retracted his tentacles and turned his back.

Then I heard a rustling sound and a suppressed choking sound.

Samael couldn't help but blush.

……

one year later.

Pope Carlos personally built the Temple of Judgment, and the statue is a nun with a gorgeous face but calm and warm eyes. She holds a bloody cross high in her hand.

God’s name: Sister of Conviction.

"Ah, Judge!"

An old woman's eyes suddenly lit up as she was being helped into the temple by her daughter and grandson. She grabbed her daughter's arm and her voice trembled with excitement.

"I told you, the judge beloved by the gods..."