But this discovery may not make me completely lose my composure and composure, all because of the woman in front of me.

I never thought that I would be a lucky protagonist, and I never thought that I would have to meet a kind-hearted person to help me in such a place.

Therefore, this woman appeared out of nowhere and then told me this, there must be a purpose. I believe in the beauty of the world, and I also believe in the reality of the world.

This is not something to be ashamed of. After all, from another perspective, equal exchange with everyone getting what they need is the basis for building all relationships.

This thought calmed down my nervousness. I leaned against the big stone to stretch my muscles for a while, and then asked in a relaxed tone: "What do you need?"

The woman looked at me with interest, and then said: "I thought people who were struck by lightning would always have short-circuited brains, but I didn't expect that they were not impulsive. That's interesting."

"Actually, you don't need to praise me. I'm either very deep or impulsive like an idiot. Isn't it boring to live a simple life??" I said lazily.

"Haha, it's interesting. I don't think I'm so resistant to you anymore." When the woman said this, the look in her eyes was no longer deliberately enchanting, but rather clear, although I didn't know it.

Distinguish what clarity means.

"Just treat me as a human being who has to pursue something. Don't pay attention to the reason for my impulsiveness. You will be willing to help me, right?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. I didn't want to talk about boring things with her, so I brought the topic back.

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"That's right, no matter what reason you say, it's hard for me to imagine that your pursuit is to be struck by lightning. Also, don't squint your eyes to look cool, your scars all over your body really don't suit you." The woman finally stopped relying on her.

Instead of looking at the tree, he walked towards me.

"The scar will heal soon, but no matter what kind of woman she is, she has the right to love beauty, and no matter what kind of man she is, she has the right to be handsome, right?" Seeing her walking towards me, I felt inexplicably tense all over.

In fact, my intuition told me that this woman was not simple, and even a little dangerous. However, she and I had actually established a fragile cooperative relationship during our conversation, and I could not act rashly.

She stopped only about thirty centimeters away from me, her flying hair blown gently by the night wind swept across my face, and her breath also lightly hit my face.

This is an uncomfortable distance. Because people are afraid of being alone, they will build a society and form a large environment where people live in groups. However, uneasiness is a human instinct that everyone has, so they often

Resist others getting too close to you.

One meter is a safe distance and a just right distance. This woman is so close to me, so I will naturally resist instinctively.

But she didn't seem to care much, and let me stiffen up, but deliberately whispered in my ear: "Yes, the scar will heal soon, because God is a paranoid guy.

, if necessary, he will not allow flaws to exist. However, it is difficult for me to adapt to you, understand? "

Of course I didn't understand, and looked at her as if my brain was short-circuited.

But she wouldn't explain it to me. Her soft, boneless hands were like a slow stream of water flowing across my chest. Then I felt something put into my clothes by her, but she didn't pull it away.

Despite the distance between me and me, he continued to say in my ear: "Remember my steps just now, remember it was very hard, right? In fact, there is an easier way."

"Well" I was speechless, or in other words, facing such a woman, my breath tickled my ears. I felt extremely strange and uneasy.

But she found me boring, and her cheeks quickly returned to coldness, and she quickly distanced herself from me.

"What do you need me to do?" At this time, I had already taken out the thing she had just stuffed in from my clothes. It turned out to be a drawing with everything in this big yard accurately drawn on it, with conspicuous red lines in the middle.

A road is marked, and there are detailed instructions in small characters on the side of the road.

For example, how should I go on this road? Where should I move a few steps to the left or a few steps to the right to get something like this? Naturally, I was ecstatic. I ran out of time, but I somehow held it in my hand.

A trump card.

At this time, the woman did not speak, but neatly gathered up her hair, took out a small bottle of wine from a small leather bag full of ancient style hanging with her, took a big sip to herself, and then

He took a long breath and said: "It seems that adapting to you is a very difficult thing, so difficult that I am willing to take the risk to help you."

I don't understand what this means? I can only look at her strangely.

She didn't want to explain at all, she just looked at me and said happily: "God has invested a lot in you, and your injury can be delayed for up to seven days. I gave you the 'key' to break free from the prison, or I can still

I’ll give you some help. The only thing you have to do is to destroy God’s plan with all your strength.”

"For example?" I raised my eyebrows.

"For example, he actually took your penis, but it was just to take your boy's life. Don't let him succeed." The woman drank the wine in the small bottle in a few sips, then turned and left.

"Actually, I really want to know why you tried every possible means to ask me to destroy this? And why me?" It is definitely a lie to say that I have no curiosity.

"Two reasons, first, it can only be you. Second, it is not easy to make God angry, just like an old guy two years ago. As for the reason, it is even simpler, I follow him with faith

, and he follows death. But he is following me, how can I let him die?" After saying this, the woman's pace became extremely fast again, much faster than when she approached me before.

Two years ago, old guy? Could it be my master? My throat twitched and I couldn't help but want to ask for news about my master, but she was already gone.

Forget it, I sighed a little decadently, she said maybe she would still help me, I'll ask next time? Moreover, I should be grateful to fate for allowing me to see such a turning point.

I held tightly the drawing in my hand that was extremely precious to me. I had to memorize it and then destroy it.

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I only have seven days left, but I still come to the courtyard every night, for no other reason than this way of 'escape'.

I had another meeting with that woman. It was like playing a game of Go. She and I had already started to make plans. But whether we would be swallowed up or the other side would swallow us up would only be known after the chess pieces get entangled and collided.

From the fifth to last day, God began to come every day, not just once, but sometimes even two or three times.

Since that time, the scabs on my body have begun to fall off in large quantities. Every day when I take off my clothes, I feel extremely uncomfortable seeing the old blood crusts on my clothes. I am recovering quickly, but I

Although he looks calm on the surface, he is actually anxious to a critical point on the inside.

I seemed to know something, everything that woman told me, about my master, and about my elders.

But I had to endure it, because the two sides had already set up their postures, and the time for hand-to-hand combat had not yet arrived. Moreover, because she was afraid that I would become even more agitated, the woman did not speak in detail.

Besides, what else do I have to endure? That is the gaze of that god.

He has become increasingly unable to restrain himself. When he comes to this room, he often just sits in the highest position in the room and looks at me silently, as if he is contentedly looking at a carefully crafted work of art.

It's like admiring another self.

He no longer needs to hide his greed. In this world, he may feel that he is the real master and there is no need to hide any of his feelings.

However, for me, it is not a pleasant thing to be admired as a big fish on the chopping board, the most successful prey. I need to relieve my psychological pressure.

The method is that whenever I can meet that woman in the evening, I will also ask her for a small bottle of the wine she often drinks.

The entrance is extremely light and sweet, the explosion is in the throat, but the breath that comes back is so strong that it rushes to the whole brain. A small bottle is enough to make people feel drunk but not drunk. She said it is called the fairy pour.

"Tomorrow is the last night that you and I will see each other. I will tell you what you want to know." When she said this, she handed me two bottles of Fairy Pour.

Tomorrow? I unscrewed the cap and took a sip impatiently. I needed this strong drink to make me forget God’s eyes and the upcoming beginning.
Chapter completed!