Chapter 2405 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 09

The crow landed lightly on the window frame of Baron Henry's lounge, its ruby-like eyes turning and its cold gaze sweeping across the room.

Henry was irritably pulling at the jewel buttons on his collar, cursing the untouchable boy who had ruined his plans and the nosy Samuel.

The crow flew in from the windowsill, and the moment it landed, black mist rose, and Heiyuan with black hair and bloodshot eyes appeared behind Henry with a dagger in his hand.

"Henry...Uncle."

Samuel called out in a deliberately raised boyish voice, which evoked the blood and hatred in his memories.

Henry was startled and turned around to see Heiyuan. He seemed to remember something and wanted to turn around and shout in horror.

Jinchen was guarding outside, hesitating whether to show up, when he suddenly saw a team of Paladins at the end of the corridor, who were about to rush over with the clanging of armor.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, snapped his fingers, and mist emerged.

There seemed to be countless twisting passages in the fog. The knights instantly lost their sense of direction, as if they were trapped in an endless maze. They could only turn around in vain, and the sound of armor colliding became chaotic and confusing.

Henry's servant pushed open the door and shouted in fear, "Black... Black magician! Someone come and help!"

Samuel's figure flashed, he opened the door, and was about to escape into the shadows, but he ran into Jinchen head-on.

Samuel looked up in surprise. The man had a face that was familiar to him, but it was so evil that it was almost demonic.

The corners of Jinchen's blood-red lips curved up, and without giving him time to react, he pulled Samuel, who was emitting cold murderous intent, into his arms.

"Shh." Jinchen whispered in his ear and snapped his fingers again.

They suddenly disappeared, and only Jinchen turned into a crow to guide everyone to search in another direction.

Samuel only felt that the scenery before his eyes was distorting and changing rapidly.

When he looked again, he had been brought to a secluded corner of the back garden of the prince's palace.

The tall flower stands and patches of roses form a natural barrier, isolating the noise from afar. Only the angel-shaped fountain gurgles with the clear sound of water.

Jinchen lowered his head and stared closely into the doubtful red eyes of the person in his arms. His handsome and evil face had a fatal attraction.

“You are…” Samuel didn’t dare to admit it.

His voice was deep and full of magnetism, like the temptation of a devil, "I am the Dark Evil God, Jinchen."

Samuel was forced to look at Jinchen, and his heart was filled with a throbbing he had never felt before, a hundred times stronger than when he faced... the Father.

The blood seemed to boil in an instant and freeze in the next moment.

He subconsciously tried to turn his head away to avoid the overly hot and penetrating gaze, but his body was too stiff to move.

By the windowsill, Samuel's body was also flustered by the sudden strong throbbing, and his glass-like face looked a little fragile.

No,…this is a betrayal to God the Father.

He must recall his clone immediately.

In the corner of the back garden, a flash of blood appeared in the clone's eyes, and his body began to become illusory. He tried to forcibly break free from Jinchen's arms and return to his original body.

"Want to run?" A dangerous light flashed in Jinchen's bloodshot eyes, and he threw Samuel in his arms into the flower bed behind him.

Samuel's long black hair is spread out, with soft roses beneath his body and drooping flower spikes on his head. The picture is thrilling and full of taboos.

Jinchen lifted Samuel's chin with his slender fingers, forcing him to look directly at him, and whispered like a whisper between lovers, "Do you know what bad things you have done? My..."

Little believer.

Samuel stubbornly tried to turn his head again, but Jinchen held him down and kissed him.

Jinchen's kiss was strong and deep. It was not just the lingering of lips and teeth. The dark power poured in along the entangled lips and tongue.

In an instant, Samuel felt as if the string deep in his soul had completely broken, and he was swept by an even more trembling throbbing, a throbbing that made him want to... sacrifice his entire soul.

It was as if he was born to belong to the abyss, to the god before him who controlled the endless darkness.

All of Samuel's will to resist collapsed, his body softened involuntarily, and a broken sob escaped from his throat.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +30, totaling 48! 】

Jinchen felt satisfied as Samuel responded in his arms.

He deepened the kiss, and Samuel's cold lips were gradually filled with scorching heat. There was only hazy obsession and watery light in his eyes, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jinchen moved away for a moment, and his hot lips left a mark on the sensitive side of her neck.

The slightly cool snow-white skin was kissed, leaving ambiguous red marks. A few crushed crimson rose petals stuck to it, making the skin even more gorgeous.

Jinchen's palm slowly stroked Samuel's thin and flexible waistline through his clothes.

At the same time, in front of the semicircular windowsill in the room.

Samuel maintained a dignified posture, his robe was white, his golden hair was hanging down, and his eyes were half closed in the sunlight.

However, her fair cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and her tightly closed lips were bitten hard by the tips of the teeth, leaving deep teeth marks.

His senses were split in half.

Half of it clearly captured the chatter and laughter of the nobles on the lawn below, the hurried footsteps of the servants, and the sound of the fountain flowing.

It is noisy, belonging to the light, the noise of all living beings.

The other half, however, was forced to endure everything that the clone in the corner of the back garden was experiencing in a very real way.

The entanglement of hot lips and tongues, the hot kisses on the skin on the side of the neck, and the waves of numbness.

There was also a suffocating throbbing that kept pulling his soul downward.

Samuel's pure white eyelashes were tightly closed and trembling violently, gradually being wetted by the tears that flowed out and rolled down silently from the corners of his eyes.

Back garden flowerbed.

Jinchen's lips finally left the red neck that had been ravaged, and instead gently kissed away the moisture from the corners of Samuel's eyes.

Samuel vacillated between a state of hazy sinking consciousness and the pain of lucidity.

The strong throbbing made him almost instinctively stretch out his arms and hug Jinchen.

He raised his fragile neck, his bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion and deep sadness, and his voice was broken and confused.

"...Father God? No...you are not the Father God...why?"

Why do I have such a strong desire for the Dark Evil God, even surpassing my desire for the God of Light?

Could it be that my faith in God the Father was impure from the beginning?

This realization made Samuel feel as if a sharp knife was piercing his heart, and he shed even more tears.

Jinchen looked at the painful and confused expression of the person in his arms, feeling pity in his heart. He picked up a rose petal that had been stuck in Samuel's hair at some point, and gently pressed it against his slightly swollen lips.

Samuel subconsciously and obediently opened his lips, rolled the petal into his mouth and held it.

The petals had a strange fragrance and the coolness of dark divine power, which seemed to calm the restlessness of his soul a little.

"I could be anyone, my Samuel."

Jinchen whispered in his ear, "As long as you need."