God after all

Chapter 69 The Five Elements of Gods in Lengji
Michael compromised: "You have already spoken, and I will be saved even if I don't want to."

From Leng Ji's point of view, the purpose of coming here seems to have been settled, and when he was about to get up, he felt a hand pressing his shoulder.

No matter what kind of place he is in, Leng Ji has always maintained a high level of mental vigilance, even when facing Michael, he never takes it lightly.

But the man's actions just now have successfully restrained him, and the outstretched hand is silent, and he can hardly even feel the pressure of the hand when it touches the air.

The cold black eyes finally stared at Michael once, and met the golden pupil who opened his eyes.

"Take off your shirt and let me see your injuries."

This was not a rude request, and even mixed with concern.

But Leng Ji didn't respond at all, and said without expression: "It's nothing serious."

"There are still a few wars to be fought in the future. You can't drag this injured body."

Lengji was shaken a little, and reached out to undo the two rows of buttons on the black coat. The white shirt inside was completely unrecognizable, and the traces of blood and fire were obvious.

The exposed chest was covered with bruises and dense dark red bloodshots.

Michael, who was nestled on the sofa, never moved, but stood in front of Leng Ji in a fraction of a second, appearing like a phantom.

Bending down slightly, he pushed the white shirt aside with his hands. After seeing clearly the big hole in the chest and abdomen muscles turned outward, the golden pupils were condensed with a surprising brilliance.

Seeing that the red blood had spread to a circle of wounds, Michael deduced that it was caused by the trauma caused by Diosotto's blow.

"Where the internal injury was, part of the organ melted."

Michael's handsome face moved closer, as if he could see it more clearly.

The silver gemstone pendant hanging around the neck swayed in the air because of the forward movement of the body, and the surface of the brilliance flow reflected a face that looked cold and thoughtful.

"Your internal organs must have burst. And the burning sensation seeping through the wound must have been very painful."

Sitting on the sofa quietly, his indifferent and calm appearance was even a little indifferent, unlike someone who would be troubled by pain and torture.

"Muchel's divine power still remains in the wound. Although you have been healed, the damage caused by the power of the Demon God cannot be completely repaired by her."

"She saved me."

Leng Ji made no secret of this matter.

"Of course, she will save you at all costs."

Would the envoy of God who had been by Leng Ji's side for many years be so disregarding his own life?Does the cold silence indicate inner doubts and confusion?

"You too."

"Are you like the kind of person who cares about me and Muchelle... and will save you at all costs?"

Michael, who smiled slightly, retorted.

It's very strange, if he really doesn't care as he said, why does Leng Ji still ask?Want to know the answer?

There is no answer.Michael didn't respond positively, and reached out to touch the fist-sized wound, and when he reached into the wound, part of the original internal organs no longer existed, leaving only a circle of solidified charred black holes.

The hand occupied the hollow, submerging half of the palm, and after five seconds, the hand was taken out.

The wound regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bruises in front of his body also dissipated.

Leng Ji stared at Michael's bleeding fingers without saying a word.

The bright red drips on the porcelain white ground, as beautiful as a blooming flower.

"Fortunately, it's not where the heart is - if the blood of the skeleton is broken, it will be troublesome."

He is used to maintaining a pleasant smile, but there is a mysterious meaning hidden in the smile, which Leng Ji can't understand.

"So protect your heart."

The dripping blood miraculously floated up, retracting the cracked five fingers without a drop, and the scars disappeared without a trace.

Michael tore off the absorbent towel that was casually placed on his head, threw it aside, and sat back on the sofa.

"My blood is very precious."

Wrapped in a white bathrobe, it was not the first time he appeared in this lazy image.

"Have you taken a bath?" Leng Ji asked unexpectedly.

"I went swimming."

This villa has two courtyards, one at the front and one at the back.The swimming pool is located towards the back door, and Michael always brings unidentified women there to do some indescribable things.

"I go first."

He casually put on his windbreaker, got up and left coldly.

"The white rose is upstairs, why don't you go and see it?"

Even so, his words still could not shake the leaving figure.

"not going."

The cold tone combined with the usual aloof posture, this kind of indifference is probably unbearable for anyone.

"Are you going to let her sleep like this?"

The figure walked to the door silently, at the place where he came from when he was strolling, various plants and flowers were dotted on both sides of the road, and mahogany trees stood at the end of the lawn.

"Even the Black Lord has never been so cold and aloof."

In the spacious and bright hall, Michael was left alone leaning on the sofa, his whispering voice flowing from his lips.

"The situation is tense right now, and Lengji should be the last thing she wants to get involved in."

A familiar voice sounded, but what he said was completely opposite to Michael's.

Muchel, who appeared out of thin air, leaned against the glass wall, put his left hand in his pocket, and held a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

She exhaled a circle of smoke, and inadvertently noticed Michael's sad face with his head resting on the sofa pillow.

"Is the majesty worried about the magic circle?"

This question is also where Muchel's fear lies. What kind of bloody storm will the Shenyuan magic circle bring?

According to the legend of the demon god and the records in the holy book: the replicas of the black dragon and the red snake are resurrected, although they are far less powerful than the real ones, they still inherit a quarter of their destructive power.

"If the five elements of the God of the Black Yahweh are released on Lengji, it will be easy to solve Diosotuo."

As if hearing some kind of terrible taboo, Miuchel's face turned pale, and a startled emotion appeared in his eyes.

"But Yiji'er's current mortal body is simply not enough to carry the five elements of the god of the Black Yahweh."

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Muchel pretended to be calm.

The five elements of the gods belonging to the Black Yahweh need a "container" that matches this power to inherit, and none of the purebloods of Monet's family can have this qualification.

"What if it is one of the five elements of the gods?"

Hearing this, Muchel couldn't understand even more, and asked suspiciously: "How to release it?"

Michael smiled mysteriously, but didn't speak.

"Will Diosotto notice it? Wouldn't he find that Ji'er is the rebirth of the Black Lord? Once this secret is revealed, I believe the Lord of Demon Gods will be the first to kill him from the old age."

"The goddess is right."

The ominous premonition hit the heart, and there was a dull pain, and the heavy feeling in the chest made Muchel unable to say a word.

She finished smoking, lit another one one after another, and quickly dropped two or three cigarette butts under her feet.

After staring at the ground for a while, her beautiful face lifted up, and there was nothing on the sofa reflected in her golden pupils.

Michael disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)