God after all

Chapter 20 The Son in the Human Family Life

"Why don't you run? Do you really want to kill your head? If you die, your father's plan to hunt the demon god will come to naught."

He didn't expect Lengji to respond, and didn't have any thoughts at all. Michael, who used to have a smile on his face, rarely restrained his joking attitude, and his words were a little more serious.

"Your hatred for the dark nobles is far deeper than I imagined."

Turning a blind eye to the people around him, after the arms were fully connected, Leng Ji stood up in the corner of the dark wall.

Michael also stood up with him.

"Are there any other injuries? I'll help you heal."

"No."

With a bland response, Leng Ji silently walked towards the north.

Michael followed behind him, never taking his eyes off his form that seemed to be condensed by darkness.

"You used to get badly hurt when you were a kid, and I always carried you home on my back. Remember?"

"remember."

Unknown remote areas, unknown dark streets... Many such dark places have hidden the injured him.

But no matter where he curled up, Michael could always find him as a child, squatted down in front of him, and said softly, "You are here."

"Is the ancestor of the gods very similar to me?"

The sudden question, the tone was so cold that it was impossible to tell whether it was a question or a statement.

"You are more handsome than him."

"He has many children? Are you his child too?"

"I was created by the Black Lord."

From an angle that Leng Ji couldn't see, Michael's golden pupils rarely showed tenderness.

"Black Lord?..."

Even if he is as indifferent and calm as Leng Ji, confusion will flash unnaturally on his face.

"Jehovah God is just twins, divided into white Jehovah and black Jehovah!"

Michael smiled mysteriously, and didn't intend to continue talking.

"How many things are you hiding from me?"

Leng Ji, who stopped her pace, turned her head and looked behind her.

In the short silence, the black eyes that made the gods feel shuddering quietly watched Michael, and no matter who saw the incomparably elegant and beautiful appearance, the hairs would stand on end.

"When you're 19, I'll tell you the truth."

The age of 19 is only the age of human beings. Calculated according to the chronology of the human world, Lengji definitely did not exist in the world for 19 years.

He was born in the winter of 2996, only 3004 years from now in 8.

However, after 8 years of growth, he looks no different from an adult.

The astonishing growth rate of the body follows the life trajectory of the Protoss, and in Michael's words, it is still the slowest one.

It belongs to the slowest growth period of the Protoss. Calculated in human time, it is indeed close to 19 years, so accurate that even Michael can tell the date and time.

Leng Ji naturally couldn't understand what Michael was talking about, let alone the Protoss time, and he didn't care about his age.

"Before you said that one day you would tell me the truth, but it turned out that you waited until I was 19 years old." Leng Ji said in a deep voice.

"Indeed, I have been waiting for such a day." Michael said mysteriously.

In this way, the two figures walked all the way through the dark night, like wandering ghosts, getting farther and farther away.

After sending Leng Ji home, Michael did not leave in a hurry, but leaned against the corridor window to smoke a cigarette.

He turned his back to the night outside the window, and his thick, curly blond hair spread all over his body.

This is a man more dazzling than the sun, from the far western heaven.

He quietly stared at the pupils in the corridor, as if two beams of golden light broke through the darkness, illuminating the way forward for the woman walking up the steps.

The sound of high heels trampling on the ground echoed through the corridors.

Michael looked at the light of the sensor lamp illuminating the four walls, reflecting the thin figure of the woman, stretching the shadow long and narrow.

The lights between the floors the woman walked were all extinguished, and the dark place in front of her returned to light, continuing to illuminate her way forward.

The woman's name is Chen Yuting—this is the woman Michael has left an impression on in his memory so far after Michael's visit to the world.

It's not that she is special, the reason is who is the young man living with her.

Michael was silent and imperceptible like a ghost. He snuffed out the cigarette butt with two fingers, and decided to visit Chen Yuting's residence.

He sent Leng Ji back half an hour ago, and he didn't come to disturb him, but just stood in the corridor on the floor and watched the silent figure from behind.

He didn't leave soon, and stood alone in the corridor smoking a lot of cigarettes, thinking about how the plan to hunt the demon god would progress.

Chen Yuting's residence is on the fifth floor, room number is 513.She took out the key from the bag and unlocked it as usual.

The scene where the lights were on in the house made her a little surprised, and she wondered, "Is Mo Ye back?"

She opened the rain-soaked umbrella and put it on the balcony to dry, then took off the windbreaker jacket and threw it on the sofa together with the handbag, and walked towards the south room.

The door was ajar, and a faint light could be glimpsed inside.

Chen Yuting, who opened the door and entered, came to the head of the bed and stared at the sleeping person through the dim light, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.

The feeling of heart palpitations has always remained in my heart and never disappeared, just like when I saw him for the first time, I was so surprised, shocked, and slowly forgot to breathe.

"it's beautiful."

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his fair face, fingers lingering on his lips.

The person in front of him is as quiet as a virgin, as if only by the hands of the gods can such a wonderfully crafted character be created.

He was sleeping in a right lying position, with his head resting on his right arm, his black hair covering his deep brows and eyes, and his tightly closed lips pursed into a line showing a firm mind.

"You're back."

Chen Yuting heard her heart beat faster and was surprised that his sleep was so light.

Watching the young man open his eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine for some reason.

"I am back."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, softly say such a sentence that is repeated every day.

Finally, Chen Yuting's virginal-like dignified smile couldn't hold back anymore, and she couldn't help baring her teeth.

"I thought you would stay in the Forgotten City at this time. I heard that someone died there."

"The organization sent other people there."

"Is it the dark nobles who came out to make trouble again? I heard that they also hunted down the man in the iron mask. This matter is causing a lot of trouble now."

Chen Yuting only stopped at the identity of the young man in front of her - he was a member of the Holy Spirit Knights - this cognition.

"Go home and rest, don't talk about this."

Leng Ji stopped the continuation of this topic, got up and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook something for you."

"Not hungry."

"Then let me talk to you? It's rare to see you come back once."

Chen Yuting sat cross-legged on the floor, crossed her hands on the edge of the bed, and rested her chin on her arms.

Seeing that the beautiful young man was silent, she consciously took on the responsibility of finding topics to talk about.

"You often don't come back once in ten days and a half months. I'm worried that you won't come back one day like this."

"I will not leave you alone." This is Lengji's promise.

Chen Yuting remembered it in her heart and was deeply moved.

"Thank you!"

She smiled and closed her eyes quietly.

There was a figure standing outside the door, with a pair of golden pupils watching a man and a woman in the room through the gap.

On the other side, Muchelle was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, with a faint smile on his face.

"What does this woman think of Lengji? My brother, or my sweetheart?"

(End of this chapter)