The cracked earth, the hot and dry air, and the fiery fire on the altar reflected the withered and numb faces.
All expressionless faces stared intently at the emaciated little boy who was caught by the black-robed priest on the altar—the boy looked only four or five years old, and was very thin all over, making him look younger than his actual age A little bit, but he has a pair of extremely pure round black eyes, staring ignorantly at the woman under the altar who is being held by two adult men, twisting a little, trying to get rid of the priest who was holding his black robe. Hands like tree branches, it is not clear what will be waiting for him.
This is a remote and barren hamlet on this vast and fertile continent, still relying on ancient farming and planting for a living. Because it is far away from big cities and cities, it has always been the worship of evil gods that the inheritors seem to be deviant from the whole world. They have been in drought for three months, and under the auspices of the village sacrifices, they intend to offer sacrifices to the gods to ask for the favor of the gods.
A woman's son is the best candidate for an offering. The woman is still very young and has no other family. She lost her husband just a few years ago because of the epidemic that swept the whole village. Her new husband also has a six- or seven-year-old son, and does not like this little drag brought by the woman. The oil bottle does not want to take the responsibility of raising this child. Sending him as a sacrifice was a great chance to get out of this little trouble—and the woman, who had always been submissive, did not dare to rebel against the decision of the village and the sacrifice. No matter how reluctant she is, no matter how sad she is, she can only watch her young son as a sacrifice to die under the suppression of her strong husband and his brothers - the ancient and cruel burning at the stake, sacrificed to the evil god.
Around the stone platform, fire ignited.
The little boy who was bound on the stone platform looked at the flames around him in horror, felt the scorching high temperature, opened his eyes in a daze, and the black eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist...
He was so uncomfortable, why didn't his mother come to save him...
The sky suddenly became overcast, the dark clouds gathered quickly, and huge blue-purple lightning traversed the entire sky. Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the entire dark sky was quickly torn apart. Soon it was pouring, and it was densely connected.
For a moment, the sky and the earth were so dark that nothing could be seen. It was like the end of the day. Only the lightning that exploded reflected pale and frightened faces. The villagers knelt down one by one in the direction of the altar under the guidance of the sacrifice.
The burning fire had already been quenched without knowing it. When all the dark clouds dissipated, the sky and earth regained light, and the villagers raised their heads to find that the child on the stone platform as a sacrifice had disappeared.
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Fifteen years later, the oldest and most prestigious business school in Alpha Continent has ushered in a new wave of freshmen - most of them have a prominent family background or outstanding talent, and everyone came here with beautiful dreams. And endless expectations for the future, they are full of youth and confidence in the presence of domestic servants and servants or in the company of relatives and friends.
Compared with them, the black-haired youth standing alone outside the school gate was not at all noticeable. It would be inappropriate to say it was a person, at least there was a bird beside him—a black, ominous bird in the shape of a crow.
"Listen to me, Chi Yan, you'd better go back right away, it's the best for you." The black bird kept moaning in his ear, "Before Lord Aimer finds out... No, I think the Lord is sure It's already been discovered, but my lord, he shouldn't mind you slipping out for a while."
Occasionally passers-by will turn their heads to give the bird a second look - they don't understand what the black bird is saying, they just think the bird is too loud.
"Shut up." The young man said to the black bird, his tense face showing his firmness in this incident, "The one who should reflect is Ye Yingzhi, not me! No one can stand him like that, no one. No living being can stand his... unreasonable desire for control and dominance. I won't go back until he reflects and repents. Even if he comes to catch me in person, it's useless."
The black bird sighed and lowered half of its wings: "Okay...you have the final say. If I say, you are really bold, too bold. It is simply, completely spoiled by Lord Emer, a lawless little boy. asshole."
"You can go back by yourself. Go back and tell Ye Yingzhi what I mean." The young man entered the academy gate with his head held high, "Don't follow me again."
The conversation between one person and one bird gradually disappeared into the air.
For Chi Yan, it seems that since he can remember, he has lived in an empty, vast, delicate and elegant temple. He is surrounded by many servants, but the center of his life will always be that one. Man - A man who is revered by the servants of God and other gods as Lord Aimer. He also has another name. In the human cognition of the lower world, he is a god, the evil god Aimer, the most evil god who rules all evil gods such as death, disaster, plague, and war.
But that has nothing to do with Chi Yan. The man personally told him that his real name was Ye Yingzhi, and he asked Chi Yan to call him by this name.
As an immortal god, man has hardly changed in his memory. When he was very young, the other party would personally feed him, bathe him, coax him to sleep, and even tell him bedtime stories; when he was a little older, the man would hold his little hand and take him to Wandering all over the God Realm... Men have always been the most important thing in his heart, like a father and a brother.
However, as he got older, the boy's figure gradually pulled away, revealing the graceful lines and smooth facial curves that belonged to an adult, all of which gradually changed. The eyes of the evil god looking at him began to be different from before. He no longer looked like a lovable cub that needed to be attached to him, but looked like a lover who had been lovingly cared for - unknowingly Chi Yan The top of his hair has grown to the height of the bridge of a man's nose. At this age, it is a bit reluctant to describe him as a teenager. He can be called a young man.
During that period of time, that kind of gaze made Chi Yan overwhelmed and blushed. He began to deliberately avoid contact with the evil spirits, and always hid in his bedroom with a small garden to read. He knew that he came from the lower world, that he was a human being, and that he was given to men as a sacrifice, because men have always been coddled by obedience. He never felt inferior because of it, but he always wanted to Learn all about the Nether.
He vaguely remembered that he had a mother, and also vaguely remembered the dilapidated and withered village and the burning fire, but after so long, these pictures only had a hazy impression in his mind, and could not provide more meaning.
However, such deliberate separation and alienation did not keep the gods away from him. When they inevitably met at the dining table or in the temple, the evil god's eyes always deepened, implying deep meanings that Chi Yan couldn't understand. He would call Chi Yan's name in his usual low and calm voice, call him over, gently hold him on his lap, and gently kiss his neck and forehead.
Such a move was too embarrassing and embarrassing for Chi Yan, who had grown up, but he couldn't avoid it—he couldn't refuse any request from a man; he was also unwilling to refuse such intimacy and doting from a man. He still pretended to be completely ignorant and knew nothing, obediently clinging to the other party, asking for anything.
Such dark and turbulent days passed for a while, and one day Ye Yingzhi took Chi Yan to visit the Goddess of Time. Here, Chi Yan saw his life in the lower world before he came to the God Realm through the corridor in the Temple of the Goddess of Time, and saw his own mother who was struggling but powerless. Here, he also saw the dry and thin woman lying on a dilapidated straw mat, dying.
The pictures that were completely different from his life stung him. He rushed out of the corridor of the temple without hesitation, snatched the white cloud horse in the temple of the Goddess of Time, and rode this divine beast that could travel between the worlds of man and god. back to the place where he was born.
For any human being living in the upper realm, such an approach is a big sin that is enough to disperse one's soul. But Chi Yan doesn't care about these things at all, he doesn't care about anything - maybe Black Bird is right, over the years, the evil god has favored him too much. In heaven and earth, everything has always been his will.
Chi Yan used the magic of the gods to separate himself from everything in the village, leaving only him and the dying woman who was familiar and unfamiliar - this was also punishable, but he didn't care.
The young man who was too delicate in the gods' realm was dressed in white holy robes. He slowly held the woman's withered and lifeless black-yellow hands with his long, white hands. Hold them up to your cheeks. There was a deep sadness in his black eyes, and his eyes gradually turned red.
The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar young man in front of her, her throat moved, and she slowly closed her cloudy eyes again—the last trace of anger dissipated from her body.
The young man could sense it, but he couldn't catch it. After all, he was just an ordinary mortal. He knew that that person, that god might be able to do it, that he could bring the old woman back to life, but he would not beg the other party for this kind of thing - he understood the laws of this world, he understood that life and death have fate, He understands that when a life comes to an end, he should let the other person go without worrying instead of just trying to keep him.
So he just lowered his head slowly, silently and dullly buried himself in the thin woman's arms, choking silently.
Until another figure appeared in his field of vision.
The Heretic God came in person and carried him back to the God Realm.
However, he did not carry the young man back to his bedroom, but carried the person directly into his own bedroom - a majestic, solemn and solemn palace on the clouds that belonged to the evil god.
The young man who was still immersed in grief finally discovered his own situation, stuck his head out of the arm of the evil god uneasy, and ducked his head timidly when he was pressed on the black god bed: "… Ye welcome."
In fact, secretly, he had long expected that such a day would come, and even some nights would make him feel indescribably restless. But he didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.
The evil god kissed him: "You have ridden away the cloud horse that the goddess of time loves most, and I have to lose three of her."
The god completely imprisoned his lover who was dodging gently, and dropped another kiss: "...you should be punished."