[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

On the other side, Vesta huddled in a corner of the cave, trembling unconsciously, as if trying to insert herself into that corner.

The gentle brows and eyes were tightly furrowed at this time, the eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and the corners of the mouth were red from being bitten by himself, as if he was enduring unprecedented pain.

Vesta felt dizzy, as if the pain was about to explode, and couldn't help but lightly knocked his forehead against the wall.

If it was the original, he might still be able to bear it, but being pampered by Willis for so long is too much for him to bear. Sure enough, if a person is soaked in a sugar jar, he will never want to come out again.

Suddenly there was a cool touch on the face, like the coolness in summer, so Vesta couldn't help but dazedly grabbed the source and rubbed it.

"It's so cool and comfortable." He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Vesta has lived for so long and has never been sick. It may be that his divine power has diminished, and his physique has gradually weakened. Sickness is inevitable.

This made him feel the pain of being sick. Vesta never knew that being sick would be so uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but rejoice in the pain.

Willis originally wanted to take a sneak peek at Vesta before leaving, but seeing him huddled in a corner alone in such an uncomfortable way, he walked over uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand to touch Vesta's blushing face, but was grabbed and rubbed his hand.

The soft heat made him feel like he was being scalded, but when he wanted to pull out his hand, someone grabbed it and put it back.

"Willis..."

The god's whisper made him at a loss, his slender eyelashes trembled fiercely, and his whole body froze in place like a stone sculpture.

"Willis...I'm so sick."

Vesta frowned and murmured, cold sweat from his forehead wet the broken hair on both sides, but his hands were tightly grasping Willis, as if grasping the last straw.

His pale complexion made him look like a delicate and fragile object, as if he could become fragmented if he was not careful, and then disappear forever.

"I'm here."

In the end, Willis couldn't help but responded softly, bent slightly and hugged Vesta in his arms, and touched his hot forehead with the other hand, trying to cool him down with the coldness of the vampire.

"I'm here."

He couldn't help repeating it again, feeling a little distressed.

He had never been willing to let his god be wronged and hurt, but this time it was under his nose.

Vesta heard Willis' voice in a daze, and thought he was dreaming in a trance.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the person he was thinking of appeared in front of him, and couldn't help but pull him closer and hug him in his arms.

"Willis, I'm so sorry."

Willis pursed his lips and said nothing, letting him hold her hands and feet stiff.

"When this matter is over, I'll go back with you, okay?" Vesta thought she was in a dream, so she couldn't help saying what she kept in her heart, with deep nostalgia in her tone.

"Wait a minute, okay, let's settle this matter. I don't want God's condemnation to fall on you."

He couldn't help kissing those cool lips, but what he said confused Willis.

"Well."

Vesta's kiss was not as gentle as his surface, but fierce and domineering.

The knuckles of the back of Willis' neck were slightly white, and the corners of his eyes were forced to turn slightly crimson, thinking about what he just said in his mind.

God's condemnation... what is it?

Seemingly dissatisfied with his running spirit, Vesta bit his lower lip punitively.

The warm breath on Willis' neck made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Willis, I love you so much."

Vesta was heartbroken watching what Willis said.

Willis completely froze in place, looking at him in disbelief, with a buzz in his head, and a wry smile.

Do you like him?But...he couldn't believe it anymore.

My god, why do you always give me unrealistic fantasies when I give up?

Like a well-prepared cage, he is tightly bound, and he will never be able to escape.

"I like you too."

Willis raised the corner of his mouth to look at him with a smile, and kissed his lips proactively, but bitterness flashed in his half-closed eyes.

Vesta pulled his clothes and tied him in his arms with grievance: "Why don't you come to me?"

Willis stretched his hand and patted his back gently, coaxing the degenerate god softly: "Aren't I here now?"

His voice is hoarse and seductive, with a hook, like what people call a demagogue.

Vesta watched him breathe a lot lighter for a moment, as if afraid of disturbing something, surprise and obsession inevitably flashed in his eyes.

Willis trembled slightly, and touched Vesta's face with a smile, his hoarse voice was maddeningly bad, "Does it look good?"

Vesta hugged him a little tighter, and their foreheads touched: "Well, it looks good."

Looking at the man in the same state as him in front of Willis, a sweetness inevitably rose in his heart.

"Vesta, what do you mean by what you just said? What is God's condemnation?" Willis lowered his eyes to cover his words, and put his other hand on his forehead to keep the temperature as low as possible.

"You released the blood of demons to suck human beings. Everything has a cause and effect. I like you, so I have to get rid of these things before I can go back with you."

Vesta, who was sick, was very honest, simple and silly, and Willis would answer whatever he asked.

Willis buried his head on his shoulder with some exhaustion, but his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he muttered in a low voice, "I made you like this, why...why do you still care about me?"

Vesta didn't hear what he was saying, she kept repeating her liking, and hugged him tighter.

Willis suddenly thought of the words of the old god.

He shouldn't be disturbed by some external factors, the god should be ruthless, desireless and free from any involvement, so as to consolidate his position.

Just like Vesta, he is too kind, thinking that everything in the world is beautiful, and there must always be something to hit him in the head to make him realize the reality.

Willis lay with him for a while, finally opened his eyes and put on his clothes, stroking Vesta's sleeping face with some nostalgia.

There was a contented smile on the corner of the young god's mouth, as if the god in charge of the night had woven a sweet net for him.

Willis left a gentle kiss on his lips, "May the next time we meet, you won't be sad."

He took out the dagger he had been playing with for a long time from his clothes, and gently put it in his pocket.

When he turned his head, he took a deep look at Vesta who was sleeping soundly, and finally disappeared quickly at the entrance of the cave.

In fact, the way to eliminate these vampires is very simple, they are like appendages, as long as the source is killed, everything can return to normal.

Like...kill him.

When Vesta woke up, the fever had subsided, but the smile in his eyes seemed to fill the starry sky.

He had a very lingering dream.

The Willis in the dream was so beautiful that he couldn't help loving him fiercely, making him call his name in a daze.

Thinking of this, Vesta couldn't help but put on a silly smile on her gentle face.