Chapter 2422 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 26

Samuel slowly looked at Jinchen, "You...you are not the God of Light."

No wonder...

Countless strange details that he had forced himself to ignore in the past were now explained.

But he actually... never really doubted it.

"Samuel..." Jinchen looked at Samuel's somewhat empty expression, and his heart seemed to be tightly gripped.

He reached out, wanting to touch him.

Samuel subconsciously took a half step back to avoid his touch.

"The former God of Light was Zephyros, but..."

"Let me see...your original appearance." Samuel interrupted Jinchen for the first time.

Jinchen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at the pain in Samuel's eyes and was silent for a moment. There was no more divine light on his handsome face, only the evil that belonged to the Lord of Darkness.

Samuel had actually seen this look many times.

In the state of the abyss, in those intimate, forbidden moments.

"At least..." Samuel's voice trembled with self-mockery, "You are the Dark God... You didn't lie to me."

But Samuel didn't know whether he should be angry, sad, or... continue to love Jinchen.

"What about Zephyros, the God of Light?" Samuel asked softly, "Where is he?"

[The villain's heartbeat value is detected to be -30, cumulatively 48! ]

[Oh my!] Ling Gungun was startled and cautiously looked at Jinchen's expression.

Jinchen's face turned completely cold.

He directly trapped Samuel in his arms.

"My Samuel," Jinchen's breath fanned Samuel's sensitive earlobe, "Are you thinking about Zephyros? Do you want to throw yourself into his arms? Do you want to call him Father God?"

Jinchen was jealous and angry.

Samuel was imprisoned by him and could hardly breathe, but he still wanted to struggle.

"open……"

"Don't think about it."

The dark divine power instantly enveloped the two of them.

The next moment, in the corridor of the Holy City Church, only Branwen, who had fainted on the ground, was left.

The dead silent and cold castle in the Northern Territory.

There was a violent fluctuation in the space, and Jinchen suddenly appeared in the castle, holding the motionless Samuel.

The cold wind of the polar night howled outside the castle.

The cold obsidian throne exuded a dark luster, making Samuel's holy white robe look even more out of place.

The empty hall was dead silent, with only Jinchen's heavy breathing and Samuel's suppressed sobs echoing.

Jinchen pressed him against the back of the hard throne and kissed him without question.

With jealousy, he plundered like a swirling storm.

After the initial stiffness, Samuel's body instinctively softened, and a broken response escaped from his lips and teeth.

This body and this heart are already too familiar with this kind of throbbing, no matter whether Jinchen is light or darkness.

After the kiss, Samuel panted rapidly, his eyes misted with moisture. He looked up at the handsome face in front of him, his voice trembling, "You...why did you hide it from me..."

Jinchen pinched his delicate chin, with the same intense emotions surging in his heart.

"I also want to know why you believe in a god other than me."

Jinchen not only felt aggrieved, but also jealous.

Whenever I think about Samuel's original belief, it was that useless Zephyros in the cage.

Jinchen felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart, raging and burning his rationality.

This mixture of possessiveness and uneasy jealousy drove him to kiss her fiercely again.

The cold fingertips tore off the obstructing holy robe, exposing the delicate skin to the chilly air of the castle, causing Samuel to shudder.

"Well……"

Samuel felt a sharp pain on the side of his neck. It was Jinchen's angry bite.

He subconsciously hummed softly, his slender fingers climbing up Jinchen's broad back, leaving shallow scratches, his voice filled with tears, full of dependence and pleading.

"It hurts, Father God, it hurts so much... Please..."

Jinchen's movements suddenly stopped, and the murderous aura surging in the depths of his bloodshot eyes subsided slightly.

He loosened his teeth, and with a hint of annoyance, he turned and gently kissed Samuel's wet eyelids, kissing away the tears that were about to fall.

However, the flame that was ignited in my heart did not go out, but burned even more vigorously.

It just burns in a different way.

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When Samuel completely fainted in his arms, Jinchen carefully carried him onto the big black bed.

Jinchen's eyes were filled with hostility, and his figure disappeared in an instant, appearing outside the cage that imprisoned Zephyros.

No nonsense, just violent dark divine power fist, grab anyone and start beating them.

"Ugh!"

Zephyros was beaten so hard that he curled up on the ground, his clothes stained with golden divine blood.

The severe pain made him lose his previous disguise, leaving only embarrassed gasps.

He forced himself to raise his head, trying to provoke Jinchen with words, "What? Your little believer's...faith collapsed? He believed in me!"

"As long as I have this heart, he will always be...ugh!"

Jinchen's movements suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?" He approached, his voice as cold as the ice in the Northern Territory.

Zephyros realized that he had said something wrong, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He bit his lips tightly and refused to utter a word no matter how Jinchen questioned him or tortured him with the dark power.

Jinchen tortured Zephyros for a long time and was even burned by the original spiritual power of his heart.

laugh!

A burning pain came from the palm of his hand, and a dark golden scar suddenly appeared, deep enough to see the bone.

At this moment, Jinchen's mind moved slightly, and he sensed that Samuel had woken up in the bedroom.

Jinchen immediately withdrew his hand and glanced at Zephyros, who was dying but still sneered with hatred.

Dark bedroom.

Samuel curled up in a corner of the bed, hugging his knees.

Her long golden hair was scattered in a messy manner, and her shoulders were covered with ambiguous marks.

The silver-white pupils stared blankly into the void.

The door opened silently and Jinchen walked in with warm water and food.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, picked up the silver spoon, scooped up the warm soup and handed it to Samuel's lips.

Samuel raised his tearful eyes and looked at Jinchen.

The first thing he noticed was the scar on Jinchen's palm. He curled his fingertips, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

Jinchen: "It's okay, open your mouth."

Even with his mind in turmoil and his body in pain, Samuel found himself unable to resist.

He obediently took the spoon into his mouth and swallowed a few mouthfuls obediently.

But after all, he had no appetite, so he ate half a bowl and shook his head slightly.

Jinchen didn't force it and put down the bowl and spoon.

He stretched out his arms and held the shivering man in his arms. His warm lips, with a soothing look, kissed Samuel's sensitive neck and collarbone, where his marks were still visible.

Samuel trembled slightly, but did not resist.

He stretched out his cool fingers and gently took Jinchen's hand, "Father God, Zephyros..."

Jinchen's fingers pinching his chin suddenly tightened, and his voice became cold and hard.

"You still dare to mention him?"

Samuel, who had never been treated so cruelly by Jinchen, suddenly burst into tears.

He choked, trying to make his voice clear, "I just want to... see him and prove that I don't believe in him... okay?"

Samuel raised his arms, wrapped them around Jinchen's neck, and buried his cheek in the familiar crook of his neck. His voice was soft and pitiful, "Father, please... I can't just leave this unclear..."

Jinchen felt the wetness on his neck and the slight trembling of the body in his arms, and his heart softened.

He is soft-hearted and cannot stand being tough, especially when Samuel shows weakness.

After a moment of silence, the coldness in his bloodshot eyes eased slightly, and he finally nodded.

He did not help Samuel put on clothes, but picked up his loose, dark-colored robe with a cold sandalwood scent and wrapped him tightly.

The robe reached Samuel's ankles, and the wide cuffs covered his wrists, revealing only his pale and fragile little face.

Jinchen picked him up horizontally and appeared outside the cold and silent prison again.