After being loved by the supreme evil god

Su Guli sat up suddenly from the bed.

He gasped heavily, the sticky, cold touch in his dream still lingered, Su Guli lifted the quilt, and sure enough, his pants were in a mess.

In the early morning of November, the sun still had a while to rise, and the surroundings were quiet, and the sound of breathing and snoring of roommates intertwined.

Su Guli got out of bed resignedly and changed his pants.

That was really not a sexual dream, it was not so much caressing as it was like playing with a toy, almost torture.

Couldn't even make a cry of pleading.

Does he have a hobby in this area?

Or have you been too repressed lately?

After all, it is said that dreams are sometimes a true portrayal of people's hearts.

Su Guli was thinking wildly while putting the basin in the sink and turning on the tap to soak his pants in the water.

He forced himself not to think about the details of the dream last night, but everything was so realistic that just the rubbing of the clothes on the skin at this moment made him tremble with sensitivity.

Su Guli raised his head and glanced at the mirror. Even if he didn't look at himself in the mirror, he knew that there must be thick black and blue under his eyes, and his eye sockets were still red. He didn't remember how many times he choked in the dream .

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Suddenly, Su Guli froze in place.

Su Guli tugged at his collar.

From the neck down, there are large mottled bruises.

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pig running.

This kind of trace is completely different from the shape of the trace left by the classmate who lives next door with his girlfriend after a spring breeze in the small movie.

But that was indeed a continuation of last night's dream.

It was a bit cold in the early morning of November.

But at this moment, Su Guli felt the cold wind biting his bones.

At this moment, a "thing" was placed on the shoulder.

In the dream, he was shackled countless times and rubbed against his skin. The cold touch made him tremble subconsciously.

"Old Cheng?" He asked with tears and hope.

However, the reflection in the mirror was empty except for him.

Fear stumbled his footsteps, like a fish thrown to the shore, and the suffocation was crushed from all directions again.

There is nowhere to run.

Su Guli slid down the pool weakly.He curled up his limbs to express his resistance.

However, such weak resistance was futile.

Like a gangrene, the cold "something" wrapped around his waist again, just like countless times in the dream last night, making Su Guli tremble in fear.

"No...don't." She begged in a very small voice.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, Su Guli felt that the "thing" beside him paused, and the cold touch lightly touched his lower eyelids, the tears floated up, and then disappeared.

……

Wanting to summon El Ibis is completely nonsense. As an existence beyond the dimension of the universe, it is definitely not understandable by ordinary humans or gods.If the summoning is really successful, then at the moment El Ibis arrives, everything may become nothingness or the most primitive state again because of his existence.

Su Guli stared at the introductory text on the niche website in a daze.

At the moment his mental state is extremely bad.

He could sense that that "thing" was beside him at the moment.

Even staring at him while he was staring at the computer web page.

Although I don't know why the "thing" didn't continue by the toilet sink just now, but just thinking about the dream last night, Su Guli trembled all over.

"Old Su, your face..." After brushing his teeth, he noticed Su Guli's strange state. Looking at the black and blue under Su Guli's eyes, Cheng Maoshi couldn't help but took a bottle of milk and put it on Su Guli's table.

"Restraint." Completely misunderstood Su Guli's mental state.

In fact, at the moment when the milk was handed over, Cheng Maoshi wanted to pat Su Guli, but at the moment when he raised his hand, a gust of wind blew, and Cheng Maoshi shook inexplicably, and finally put down his hand, but put the milk in his hand on the On the table.

Even movements are extremely slight.

Weird.

Cheng Maoshi touched the goose bumps on his arms, muttered, and climbed onto the bed again.

"Old Su, do you believe in some religion recently?" At this moment, Sun Xingrui came over, glanced at the webpage Su Guli was reading, and asked tentatively.

Instead, he regarded Su Guli as a believer in some cult.

……

It was probably because Su Guli's spirit was so bad that Luo Kaifeng, the fat man who came here from next door, couldn't stand it anymore. Luo Kaifeng suggested going out to watch a movie together.

"What kind of movie are you watching? There are a few big men without a girl." This was Cheng Maoshi who was protesting.

"The exam is almost here, so it's not good if you don't review." Sun Xingrui hesitated rarely, and was directly laughed at by Lao Cheng.

"Old Sun, come on, you still read, aren't you sixty years old, did you study all night before the exam?"

"Go, go, I'm helping you talk." Sun Xingrui looked disgusted when he heard Cheng Maoshi's words, "Go, go, whoever reads is the grandson."

As Sun Xingrui said so, he put his arm on Su Guli's shoulder and hooked his neck around Su Guli's neck, "Old Su, this fat man specially treats you to a movie. If you don't go, it won't look good."

When Sun Xingrui put his arm on him, Su Guli subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the temperature from his arm was completely different from before.

Su Guli was stunned for a moment, but he missed the best chance to refuse.

Although he has no reason to refuse.

"Let's go, let's go." Inexplicably, it became a treat, Luo Kaifeng didn't argue, but urged him directly, and stopped when passing by Yu Zhuhao.

"Old Yu, do you want to go together?" Unlike other people in the dormitory, Luo Kaifeng and Yu Zhuhao in the next dormitory had a better relationship.

Luo Kaifeng's words were just a polite question. After all, everyone knew that the exam was coming soon. Unlike their group of passers-by guys, Yu Zhuhao really studied hard and got a scholarship every school year.

However, to the surprise of others, upon hearing Luo Kaifeng's words, Yu Zhuhao nodded, put down the book in his hand, put on a coat, and was about to go out with them.

No one went out together with their shoulders hooked.

The autumn sun shone on Su Guli's face, bringing a little warmth.

Suddenly a world away.

Clean and tidy school streets, young men and women coming and going, an overly peaceful and quiet daily life.

There are no rancid zombies, blood and despair.

It seemed that even the "thing" that "stared" at him just now disappeared in the sunlight.

Everything is like his illusion.

Then he was at the front desk of the cinema and saw the introduction of the movie they were about to watch.

"XX Horror Day"

The poster is accompanied by a ghost image and a frontal close-up of the protagonists' fear.

This is a horror movie.

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