Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

In the ancient and festively decorated Yue Lao mansion, red lines like swimming fish are constantly running and flowing out of the house.

The young man walked out of the gate in the direction they were flowing, and at a glance he saw the giant red cocoon in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, which was half the size of a room.

It overwhelmed a large area of ​​beautiful red spider lilies, lying there quietly like a heart, blending into a bloody red with the sunset.

The implication is ominous.

The spider makeup crown rubbed against his straight uniform, and Yu Du hurriedly walked through the half-human-high flowers and came to the cocoon.

The infatuated red thread smelled the same scent on the young man, and took the initiative to open a round crack and swallowed the guy who came to the door in one gulp.

Seen from the outside, this giant cocoon was big enough, but unexpectedly there was something else inside. The long-haired young man seemed to be in a stadium. He avoided the constantly surging red line and walked for half an hour before finally finding the abducted owner.

Red silk was like a spider web, connecting from all directions, crisscrossing and entangled on the red mummy sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Jiang Yuan sat steadily on the ground, wrapped up so that only his peach-brown eyes and messy snow-white hair were visible, as if he was wearing a thick cocoon.

Seeing Yu Du coming over, he greeted him warmly.

"Mmmmm---!" (You're here!)

Yu Du knelt on one knee, untied the red silk tied around his master's lips, and asked in an indifferent tone.

"what are you doing here?"

Jiang Yuan raised his head with difficulty. He smiled when he saw Xiao Yuer and explained his current situation in a relaxed manner.

"As you can see, I can't get through this, so I'm dying."

The long-haired young man trembled slightly, clenched his hands, and his eyes darkened.

Jiang Yuan then began to make instructions for my funeral: "After I'm gone, don't erect a tombstone to commemorate me. It would be embarrassing to have an epitaph that said I was entangled to death by a red string."

Yu Du said coldly: "Then why don't you break free?"

"How to break free?"

Jiang Yuan was puzzled: "They want me to be moved before they will let me go, but who should I bully? You or Xiao Moyou? Or... uh... any random heavenly soldier or general?"

As he spoke, several red strings became entangled in his collar, nearly suffocating Shen Zi, but Jiang Yuan still tried to remain relaxed so as not to let the other party notice.

As soon as the long-haired young man opened his mouth, the white-haired red zong said:

"No, I'm tired. Let's end it here. This hell-style palace has nice scenery. It's suitable for burying me."

Yu Du ignored his nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Are you that scared?"

Jiang Yuan seemed not to understand: "What are you afraid of?"

The gloomy young man stared at his master's only exposed peach blossom eye, and spoke word by word, gritting his teeth:

"I'm afraid of falling in love, afraid of having a weak spot, and afraid of the evil god targeting my weak spot."

Then the weak spot was tortured beyond recognition in the most disgusting way.

After a brief silence, Jiang Yuan burst out laughing.

Nothing can be hidden from this man.

As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good. He praised: "Hey, you are really a worm in my stomach."

Having his deepest secret revealed, the Snow-haired Godly Son confessed, "Look, even if my mother was dead, she would be dragged out by the bad foxes in the Security Department to be whipped, let alone a fresh living person?"

"If Jiang Fox, the evil god, or anyone else knew that I was too close to someone, wouldn't they be laughing to death? They'll have another reason to torment me!"

Therefore, during the years that Jiang Yuan was on the run, he did nothing except fishing and doing daily work to satisfy the basic needs of life.

Alone and with clean hands.

Since I have nothing, you can't take anything away from me.

But is he really so free and easy?

Seriously, not only is he free and easy, he's also very badass.

He suppressed the discomfort and weakness all over his body and delivered his last words.

"I'm on strike. I don't want to play anymore. Let the evil god and the idiots from the security department fight it out! Haha!"

"The Ministry of Security cannot control you, and the evil gods cannot defeat you. You are Jiang Yuan, the only true God that they cannot destroy even if they spend their entire lives and use all despicable means." Facing the master who laughed at life and death, the long-haired young man's voice was so cold that it was almost hoarse.

"You just don't want to go through this."

Hearing what Yu Du said, the man's peach blossom eyes curved under his snow-white hair and asked back.

"Then tell me, how should I pass this level?"

Jiang Yuan is now trapped by the red line of love. It is neither difficult nor easy to break free.

The wishes of these couples who died tragically must be met and the red lines must be crossed one by one.

The process, of course, is to do what lovers love to do in bed, using their passion and desire to feed their resentment.

In the final analysis, what evil god, what security department, what fear of being exploited, what so many high-sounding excuses, in fact, they just don't want to let Xiaoyuer down.

What wrapped Jiang Yuan was not the scarlet cocoon, but the heart that did not want to hurt others.

The dark purple in his eyes sank three points, his Adam's apple rolled roughly, Yu Du swallowed nervously, and uttered two words in a deep voice.

"Use me."

The people in the red thread ball did not answer. The young man knew that his master still had concerns, so he added:

"They can't deal with you, and they can't deal with me either. I'm here, so you can do whatever you want."

Feeling the young man's intention, the red line sitting cross-legged on the ground tumbled and loosened, and he jumped for joy.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yuan's long, light eyelashes drooped, stretching as smooth as red silk. He raised a sweaty snow-white arm, beckoned to his most loyal servant, and gave a charming command.

"Little Fish, come here."

*

At the same time, inside the Security Department’s Operations Command Center.

All the staff stopped what they were doing and covered their ears with their hands in unbearable pain.

After Jiang Yuan was dragged into the cocoon space by the red line, there was only a bunch of blinding red lights on the big screen, and a grinning sound came from the speakers------

【Zizi ...

Minister Jiang was so angry that he covered his ears and stamped his feet in rage.

"Technical Department!!! Technical Department!!! Are they all dead?!"

*

The sincere and strong desire, as vast as the sea of ​​stars, fills one red thread after another.

They contentedly turned into wisps of crimson smoke and dissipated towards the sky.

In the dusk and sunset, which were dim and covered with bones in the flower fields, the giant cocoon broke apart and became smaller and smaller, gradually revealing two slender silhouettes lying together.

With a few broken skulls, he stared blankly at the pale hand with distinct joints in front of him. The five sweat-soaked fingers, as white as snow and pink, were inserted between his hands with force and were trembling slightly.

The red thread flowed and became thinner, until only a glittering red thread remained, playfully tied between the two people's hair.

A crystal-clear thread was pulled out between the lips and teeth.

The Son of God’s brain was lacking oxygen, and he felt dizzy and puzzled: Why is there still a red thread that refuses to be saved?

Just as she was about to bend over and try harder, she caught a glimpse of the last one and recognized it was Fan Wen, so she stopped talking. She sat up from the young man's solid abdomen and pulled up the tattered work clothes that revealed her fair shoulders.

The face of the Snow-Haired Son of God was as red as the stamen of a peony just out of water. He pursed his lips slightly, coughed lightly twice, and gave high praise to his own kissing skills.

But the executive who worked with him didn't think so.

The handsome young man with gloomy and upright features and swollen thin lips made the following remarks:

"It would have been better if I hadn't knocked my teeth at the beginning."

Just now, when Jiang clumsily took a bite, a clear and crisp sound was heard, causing the surrounding red lines to tremble and burst into laughter, and several of them were melted by laughter on the spot.

Jiang Yuan curled his lips: "Commander Yu really has a lot of requirements."

The young man lowered his eyes: "It's okay, I will have experience in the future."

It sounds like he is mocking Jiang Dashenzi for being an inexperienced rookie?

That's too much!!! This is outrageous!!!

Jiang Yuan was now ready to teach this guy a lesson, but just as he was about to bend over, he noticed something wrong.

When she looked up, she saw Mo You, whose face was covered in blood, standing in front of the two of them, looking awkward as if he wanted to speak but couldn't interrupt. Although she was blindfolded, she could roughly tell from the silhouettes what her master and Mr. Jiang were doing.

"Master... and Jiang... Jiang. Jiang..."

The young executive officer assessed the situation and considered her words:

"Master's wife."

Jiang Yuan teased shamelessly: "Little Moyou, you are so sweet."

Yu Du stood up calmly, straightened his messy hair, looked at the blood on his apprentice's face, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo You then said: "Oh! Yes, that's what I came here to talk about!!!"

Jiang Yuan was curious: "What? Did you fight with Yun'e?"

"Yes, we had a fight." Mo You nodded seriously and talked about the strange experience just now.

"Before Master left, didn't he ask me to convert Yun'e? I was just about to recite a mantra for her, but she suddenly jumped up and bit me. I dodged, and she fell to the ground. Following the smell, she twisted to the remains of Yue Lao and swallowed all the broken bones and remaining internal organs."

"When I went over, she attacked me madly with tears and blood on her face, saying..." When she said this, her expression became incomprehensible and confused.

"She said that we killed his Yuelang, and she wanted to kill me to avenge him. I had no choice but to convert her manually."

Manual salvation: refers to chopping the human-pig girl in half with a saber, and completely saving her soul.

Jiang Yuan stroked his chin, and suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. I thought this Yue Lao was already perverted enough, but I didn't expect this Yue Sister to be even more heavyweight."

Mo You was even more confused and asked three times in a row: "What does Master mean? What's going on with this Yun'e? Why does she suddenly want to avenge Yue Lao? Wasn't she harmed by him?"

The understanding Master Yu quickly explained the logic to his disciple.

"Yue Niang didn't lose her memory. It's just that because Yue Lao ascended to heaven alone, she was afraid of being abandoned by her lover, which led to psychological distortion. She hoped to induce Yue Lao to go crazy in this way to get more attention. The greater Yue Lao's reaction, the more she can feel her lover's love for her."

Mo You: "But Yue Lao has abused her into a human pig!?"

"What's so strange about this? It's pure masochism. The more they are tortured, the deeper their love is. Look at how much they love each other. They are simply a match made in heaven." Jiang Yuan made a heart shape with his hands and said with emotion:

"It's just a pity that the couple in this game have become just a part of this perverted lover's play."

Yue Niang held it in until the very end before she exploded, apparently because she thought Mo You was just a little girl and easy to bully.

The little girl's worldview was shattered and she was in disarray.

The Milky Way swallowed up the sunset. Three elongated black shadows gradually disappeared at the end of the red spider lily field and walked towards the two Pegasus in the clouds.

"But doesn't reincarnation erase all memories? How did she retain her memories?"

"Just pour Meng Po soup into the Yellow Spring."

"Sir, you are very humorous today! You can even tell jokes!"

"I have."