The world destroys the future

The bright red blood flowed from the depression in the middle of the lips to the beautifully shaped chin.

A sharp knife was pierced into the wall, and the man was hung up by chains. Blood oozes from under the thin robe on his body. He lowered his head and breathed inaudibly.

The wet eyelashes covered the empty eyes, and the faint mole of tears hid in the shadow under the eyelids, making the man look pitiful and weak.

A cold hand pressed against his chin.

The eyes that seem to be extinguishing the flames by accident, burst out with dazzling light of life when reflecting the beautiful face that I think about day and night!

His whispers are feeble, obsessive.

"Li... Li, Lily..."

The saint's heart thumped at the sheer eager delight in his eyes.

His eyes dodged.

After reacting, he was quite annoyed, his face was cold, "I'm not the Lily you said!"

Zhou Yi lost too much blood, and his mind was already confused. He tilted his head, stuck out his tongue affectionately, and licked the fingers holding his chin. When he saw the other party take a breath and withdraw his hand, he laughed unconsciously.

"Lily..."

He murmured words of longing and love, and kept his eyes on the person in front of him for a moment, his consciousness was chaotic, but because of the greed and joy, he couldn't pass out no matter what.

The saint is 100% sure that this person is not the devil, but he is still amazed and doubtful that he has the same appearance as the devil.

The other saints went to the third sanctuary to support, and the messenger was in meditation again, so he couldn't be disturbed. The young saint frowned. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with Zhou Yi.

Killing him was definitely not the best option.

But even if pressed, he couldn't find anything. This man, with his eyes full of eyes, is all Lily.

"Master Saint..." the ability user who watched the whole process of the saint tortured and questioned the man weakly said, "He is dying."

Startled, the saint looked up.

Sure enough, the man had stopped whispering, his eyes were empty and his pupils were dim.

"Call Mr. Ji Zitang over here." The saint said quickly.

The ability man Ji Zitang has the ability to "heal", hurried over, and reluctantly restored the life of the man who was about to die, wiped off his sweat, he was supported by the ability person next to him, and said palely and angrily, "If you want to kill, why don't you kill me?" Kill him neatly, you're not playing with me!" To save this man's life, he might have to lie down for seven or eight days!

The saint pursed his lips in embarrassment.

"Hey, this guy's life is still hanging in the balance, take care of him carefully!" Ji Zitang said bluntly and left.

It has been three days since Zhou Yi woke up from the coma.

The saint sitting next to the bed is still in the same silver-white robe with golden inverted triangle eyes embroidered on it. He is holding a book and turning the pages under the candlelight.

Eyeballs rolled slightly, Zhou Yi stared deeply at his face.

This person looks like Lily, but...he is not Lily.

There were pains all over his body, and at the end of his unconsciousness, Zhou Yi remembered that this man manipulated a sharp knife chain and penetrated his body.

He almost died!

are you afraid?fear?

His eyes widened slightly, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and his voice was extremely astringent.

Zhou Yi just asked, "What's your relationship with Lily?"

The young man glanced at him cautiously, closed the book, "I don't know the Lily you mentioned at all."

"No, it's impossible," Zhou Yi stared at him stubbornly, with a trace of madness in the depths of his pupils, "That fountain statue is unique! It's Lily's favorite statue! I don't believe there is such a coincidence in the world!"

The saint squeezed the book tightly.

There was some confusion in the water-colored eyes.

"That fountain statue...was put there just for my grandma...you?"

He stared at Zhou Yi suspiciously, "Could it be that the Lily you mentioned is my grandma?"

grandmother?What, what!Zhou Yi clenched his fist. If he hadn't been so weak, he would have gotten up and strangled the man's neck. His eyes were red, and he growled in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about! How could Lily have offspring if I wasn't here!" He narrowed his eyes , the corners of his eyes were raised with coldness, "Huh! You really just look like Lily! It's a waste of asking you!" I didn't look at the statue carefully, but I'm afraid it's just a coincidence!

The world is so big, it is normal to have a fountain statue with the same design!

"That's right, how is this possible?" Saint's searching gaze passed over his face, "You don't look like you are more than 20 years old, how can you have anything to do with my grandma."

"That's why!" Zhou Yi glared at him furiously, "I just misunderstood! I was afraid I was blind before. Although you look similar to Lily, you can't compare with her at all when you look closely! Lily's beauty is like the clouds in the sky, and you……"

Before she could finish her sharp and poisonous words, Zhou Yi put on a cold face and looked away.

The saint's face was gloomy, and he stared at him dangerously, "You want to say, I'm just mud on the ground?"

Zhou Yi didn't open his mouth, but his attitude was more or less the same. In his opinion, this person was completely different from Lily in every respect.

Although it wasn't his intention, the saint has always been famous for his beauty, and he didn't expect to be ridiculed to such an extent by a powerless person, so he laughed angrily, "Okay, very good." He gritted his teeth, "It seems that you are not afraid of pain! "

He has to break the bones of this arrogant guy!Let him know how humble his status is in this place, and how great the existence of saints is!

The crimson chains were about to appear dancing in the air, and the man who was still arrogant just now shrank into the quilt, and the fingers pinching the corner of the quilt turned white.

"I didn't mean that."

His voice muffled in the quilt.

"sorry."

Contrary to how arrogant she was before, she confessed too quickly.

Saint held his breath in his chest.

It's hard to get depressed.

Tangled to clean him up, or let him go.

Zhou Yi popped her head out of the quilt, looked at him sideways, her eyes were red, "I just, miss Lily so much."

The saint waved his hand, and the chains and sharp knives flew away and disappeared.

He frowned a little depressed.

"Me and her, are we really alike?"

Zhou Yi stared blankly at his face, "It's very similar...but you, not her."

"Of course I'm not, don't look at me with that look!" The saint propped his chin, tilted his head, with an unhappy expression, "Since you're awake..."

He turned back again, with a cold face, "I also have to ask clearly."

"What?" Zhou Yi probably guessed what was going on, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

"What's the relationship between you and the devil!"

I still want to know about this.Zhou Yi's expression was cold, but he asked back, "Why do you ask such a question? The devil... is the terrible guy that the team members said to destroy the third sanctuary? How could I have anything to do with this kind of existence?" His eyes revealed The kind of information that tells you if you're stupid.

This is a temptation.

Zhou Yi has not forgotten the setting of her amnesia.

Presumably the other party already knew that he had amnesia, but he directly asked what was the relationship with the Demon King. If he said it was okay, the other party would suspect him instead——you have lost your memory, why can you be so sure that it has nothing to do with the Demon King?

So here I want to ask the question from the standpoint of an incapable person who has lost his memory.

The saint didn't answer his question, "Forget it, you definitely don't dare to say it's related, just stay here and recuperate well! I'll have a chance to figure it out later."

He stood up, ready to leave.

It's difficult.Zhou Yi frowned, stretched out his hand, grabbed his robe, and said in a bad tone, "You almost killed me, don't give me an explanation!"

The saint raised one eyebrow, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with great interest, "You want to explain to me? Oh, okay, I will give you an explanation. Remember, in Sanctuary, I can kill whoever I want, Squeezing you to death is similar to crushing an ant, you, it’s fine if you lose your memory, I forgive you for your rudeness before, now, don’t you let go?”

Zhou Yi let go of his hand anxiously.

The saint adjusted his robes, shook his sleeves and left.

What are you pulling!Although very angry, Zhou Yi also knew that the other party was telling the truth, suppressing the unwillingness deep in his eyes to be stronger, and obediently lay down on the bed.

My heart is gradually panicking...

So much alike, he really is too much like Lily.

Also, that fountain statue...

Really, just a coincidence?

No matter how much he was confused and panicked, Zhou Yi's current body didn't support him to take any action, the room was very quiet, he lay on the bed, and fell asleep again not long after.

Then wake up hungry.

The aroma of food rushed into the nose.

The saint was still sitting on the chair beside the bed, and the bedside table had a dinner plate, and the food inside looked extremely delicious.

"Eat." The saint raised his chin slightly at Zhou Yi who woke up.

Zhou Yi remained silent, supported the bed, and sat up tremblingly.

Holding the spoon with difficulty, scooped up the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

The saint was a little surprised at how well he behaved.

After Zhou Yi finished eating, she wiped her mouth with a napkin, her hands were shaking, but her movements were graceful.

"You're quite interesting." The saint had already closed the book and watched him finish eating, "I've never seen a powerless person like you."

"Really." Zhou Yi was depressed.

"I heard that you snapped off your finger, why?"

"itch."

The saint raised his eyebrows and didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"

"That finger is inexplicably itchy, I can't stand it, so I don't want it." Zhou Yi lowered his eyes.

"..." Saint felt that he was being perfunctory.

Standing up, picking up the dinner plate, he said stiffly, "You're really not good at all!"

Zhou Yi looked innocent and wronged.

What to ask and what to answer, isn't that considered obedient?

Seeing him like this, the saint twitched the corners of his mouth, and a kind of unknown fire burst into his heart, but he thought it was funny, and his emotions were extremely contradictory for a while.

After staring at him strangely for a long time, the saint turned around and left.

are you crazy!Zhou Yi looked at his leaving back and judged secretly.

The door was locked, and Zhou Yi knew that he was locked tightly, and was about to lie back to sleep again, when he caught a glimpse of the book on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye, it was the book that the saint was reading.

He forgot to take it?

Zhou Yi brought the book over curiously.

On the cover, there are golden inverted triangle eyes that I have seen several times.

He turned to the first page.

A line of black characters came into view.

【Lord Lamia said, you are all guilty, only angels can save the souls of the world. 】

The next page, is a picture.

In the ink-printed picture, the woman's fingers are crossed, falling on the chin, her loose curly hair is like a waterfall, she is wearing a loose robe, and an inverted triangle eye pattern is carved on her forehead. compassion.

Zhou Yi took a breath.

Below the picture, the woman's name is written.

[Lamia. 】

"boom!"

The door opened suddenly.

The saint in the silver robe had an ugly expression and turned sideways.

Behind him, an old man in a red robe walked in with a jeweled scepter.

Zhou Yi hugged the book in his hand tightly, looking at the old man who came in, he had an ominous premonition.

The red robe dragged the floor, the old man's hair was white, his face was loose, and a pair of small eyes were exposed from the creases of his eyes, staring at Zhou Yi firmly.

Zhou Yi's hair stood on end, he swore that he had never felt such a terrifying and evil look!Turning over and jumping out of bed, he huddled in the corner, clenched his teeth, "You...you have to..."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The old man suddenly pulled out the bellows-like laughter, his flesh trembled, and there was darkness in his split mouth.

"Zhou Yi, you are Zhou Yi!" His voice was hoarse like a crow announcing the funeral, his eyes flickered with unbelievable and joyful madness, he beat the ground with his scepter, and shouted loudly, "Lamia bless you! This man It's Zhou Yi!"

What! "Who are you!" Zhou Yi found himself trembling uncontrollably, and asked sharply, "Who are you! Why do you know me!"

"Hahahahahahaha!" The old man laughed wildly, "Oh, you forgot about me, too, you have always only had Lamia in your eyes! But you have never seen Lamia's friends! If you pay more attention, You will find out that Lamia has been lying to you from the beginning to the end, and her real lover is me! Hahahaha!"

Seeing Zhou Yi's blank expression, the old man raised his head triumphantly, with mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Why, you don't know, the Lily you love is my Lamia?"

"Grandpa!" The silver-robed saint shouted in disbelief, "Impossible!"

Zhou Yi's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, as if someone had grabbed his throat, and his voice was weak.

"What are you talking about, I can't understand a word..."

The old man let out a joyful laugh, and said tolerantly, "Oh, Zhou Yi, I will explain it to you properly," his face flicked, and he waved his scepter, pointing at Zhou Yi who was about to faint in the corner, his voice changed due to excitement. Get twisted, "Yan, grab him! He's a perfect fit for 'Angel'!"

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The author has something to say:

Angels, angels!The root of everything!