After Marrying the Evil God

Chapter 81 Shrine

Chapter 81

……Mr?

Qi Baicha’s thin lips moved and opened her mouth, but there was no sound.

His consciousness was dizzy, and the excessive consumption of divine power made him extremely exhausted, and he just wanted to sleep well in the snow.

He closed his eyes and fainted on the snow.

Qi Ye still looked at him blankly, even if he saw the boy fainting in front of him, he was indifferent.

Li Jin, who was observing secretly on the roof, had his eyes burning. Yes, just take advantage of this time to kill him——

Qi Ye stood still for a moment, like a statue in the wind, with no intention of taking advantage of others.

Why haven’t you done it yet? Li Jin looked anxious. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t kill the gods, he would want to replace Qi Ye himself.

It’s a pity that he was not only banned, but there was no way to manipulate Qi Ye to let him kill the Snow God. He can only add to the flames, inspire all the evil natures of the Heretic God, and hope that Qi Ye will destroy the world and start killing.

The turbid air is naturally repulsive.

Cthulhu and Snow God are destined to have a battle.

Unexpectedly, Li Jin looked on again, Qi Ye actually picked up the unconscious boy, turned into a black mist and disappeared.

Li Jin: “???”

He was quite sure that Qi Ye’s memories and emotions had been taken away now, and his evil nature was no longer suppressed. He was a veritable evil god.

If Qi Ye doesn’t kill the Snow God or destroy the world, what’s the matter if he takes the Snow God away?

Is it to be taken back and tortured slowly…

Li Jin was about to follow up and have a look, when a powerful wave of divine power suddenly spread in the air.

His complexion changed and he ran away quickly.

_

Qi Baicha woke up with a familiar black tent above his head.

The night pearl on the bedside shines brightly, illuminating the room as bright as day.

This is the Cthulhu Temple.

Qi Baicha feels relieved. He remembered that he was exhausted and fainted in the snow. It should be the husband who took him back to the temple to recuperate…

Wait a minute.

Qi Baicha’s eyes touched his wrist.

To be precise, it is the shackles on the wrists, connected to a long chain, and the other end is tied to the head of the bed, and the length is only enough for a bed.

Both his hands were handcuffed.

Qi Baicha: “…”

What is your husband doing?

Qi Baicha sat by the bed, lost.

While thinking about it, the tall and handsome black-clothed deity walked in from outside the temple, with a cold outline and deep eyes.

A sense of murderous “don’t mess with me”.

Qi Baicha called out uncertainly: “…sir?”

Qi Ye said coldly: “Your husband is not here.”

Qi Baicha: “…Huh?”

Isn’t my husband you?

This is to play… role-playing?

My husband is really getting more and more ghosts.

Qi Baicha asked cooperatively: “Where is my husband? What have you done to him?”

Qi Ye frowned. Seeing the young man so nervous about another person, somehow he felt unhappy.

Cthulhu’s possessiveness is faintly troubled.

He slept for thousands of years, and when he woke up, he saw the young man falling into the snow with his long hair scattered, and the scene was exceptionally beautiful.

Cthulhu only wants to destroy this beauty.

The young man is the Snow God incarnation of Qingqi, from head to toe is the aura that he hates. He should take advantage of this moment to completely disperse this group of crystal fragile snow, watching the young man turn into snow flakes, annihilate in the air, melt on the ground, and can’t put it together anymore.

Cthulhu will never have the kindness to be compassionate and compassionate.

It was just that when he watched the young man quietly and thought about 108 ways to kill God in his mind, the last action he took was to take the young man back to the temple.

…The Cthulhu Lord didn’t know why he wanted to do this.

Why doesn’t the hand follow the instructions of the brain?

Cthulhu still hates the breath on Snow God’s body, and he feels that the lingering breath will contaminate his Cthulhu Temple.

When the Snow God was in a coma, the Heretic God seriously thought about it countless times whether to throw him out to fend for himself. Cthulhu was fed up with this unfamiliar fresh air, and Qingzhuo had ever lived peacefully together, and the field of dirty Qi could not be violated.

But when he saw the beautiful face of Xue Shen’s weak and sleeping, he dispelled this idea again and again.

He also allowed the Snow God to occupy his comfortable bed.

He might have taken a fancy to Xueshen’s beauty. Otherwise, Cthulhu really couldn’t figure out how he would show mercy to a **** who was incarnate of pure energy.

Anyway, since he has taken a fancy to it, it is his.

Lord Cthulhu made up his mind and regarded the Snow God as his possession.

Now that Xue Shen cares about another man, of course he will feel unhappy, very unhappy.

Qi Ye said displeased: “I don’t know. Then the humble ants are not worth my shot.”

Qi Baicha’s expression is indescribable.

The husband even scolded himself when he was so cruel, he really struggled for role-playing.

Qi Ye regarded his expression as daring to be angry but not daring to speak, but Lord Cthulhu would not care about the thought of a captive.

He grabbed the boy’s chin and said in a low tone: “No matter who you have been with before, you will be mine from now on.”

Qi Baicha: “…oh.” Isn’t it all you before and after?

Qi Ye’s fingertips rubbed the soft lips of the young man, and his eyes were meaningful.

Cthulhu is not a twitchy temperament, but is quite arbitrary and reckless. Catch if you like it, and if you catch it, even if it’s the Snow God, he can still sleep well.

Qi Baicha felt cold, and the gorgeous and luxurious Xueshen costume was torn apart.

Qi Baicha immediately became anxious: “Don’t tear my clothes–” Can’t you take it off properly? That clothes is his favorite!

Qi Ye slowly tore another slit: “I don’t want to? This can’t be for you.”

Qi Baicha: “…” Who the **** is not willing anymore, the focus is on clothes!

Qi Baicha closed her eyes distressedly, not wanting to look at the clothes that were broken into rags.

Qi Ye only regarded him as afraid and afraid to look directly.

The luxurious Xue Duan was thrown on the ground, and the boy’s snow-white skin was bare, and Qi Ye’s eyes fell in danger in an instant.

The white and flawless skin is covered with red marks, and you can tell what you have experienced at a glance.

That was what Qi Ye left with Qi Baicha the night before.

However, the current Cthulhu has forgotten.

Lord Cthulhu stared at those traces for a long while, imagining which dog man made it, and the more he thought about it, the more he became angry. He gave a quick sneer, the chains shortened sharply, and he handcuffed Qi Baicha’s hands to the head of the bed.

Qi Baicha is already in a period of weakness, and his body is soft, so he can only be at his mercy.

“Look clearly, how I slowly possessed you.” Qi Ye’s voice was slow and cruel.

Qi Baicha lowered his eyes and said, “…you hurry up.” It’s very tiring to tie it up like this.

Qi Ye said in a tone: “Why don’t you resist?”

What is the compulsion without resistance? This doesn’t make sense.

Qi Baicha was surprised: “You are tied to me.” If he is not tied, he can directly take the lead. What’s the matter with your husband today? He was speaking with twenty feet, and his technique suddenly seemed like a baby.

“Heh.” Qi Ye sneered, “Don’t want to lie to me to loosen your tie.”

Qi Baicha frowned fiercely, and his eyes were reddish: “Then can you… a little deeper.” Mr.’s technique today seems to be back to the beginning of the night.

He was so wronged, why did he experience two pains.

Qi Ye: “…”

Was he really a snow **** who was icy and clean and not a succubus? Lord Cthulhu fell into deep self-doubt.

…

Qi Ye completed the mandatory task and left.

He didn’t want to stay any longer. Obviously he wanted to enforce the love of the teenager, why did he become a teenager’s verbal guidance and scold him for his bad skills.

Lost dignity.

“Stop.” Qi Baicha frowned when he saw that he was about to leave when he was done. “Let me go.”

Qi Ye paused and lengthened the chain again, but did not untie it.

Qi Baicha Ning eyebrows: “When are you going to tie it?” I have played with it before, and it doesn’t make sense to lock him.

Qi Yeyin said coldly: “You stay here for the rest of your life and don’t want to escape.”

Qi Baicha stared at him, his expression gradually weird.

Something is wrong.

Originally, he was in a period of weakness, and it was weird that the husband had to ask for it from him regardless of his body. Now this attitude is even more strange…

“…I’m weak.” Qi Baicha asked tentatively, “Can you help me…clean it up?”

Qi Ye stiffened, and gloomily dropped a sentence: “Recognizing your identity, how could I do this for you.” Then he walked away.

Qi Baicha has no expression on his face.

The husband is afraid that he has really lost his memory. It’s not hard to think of whose handwriting is.

Li Jin!

Qi Baicha kept her face cold, and continued to send messages to Qi Ye using myths in her mind.

“Mr?”

There is no response.

The evil spirit Lord Cthulhu returned to the tenth level of autism again, refused to accept any news, and even performed an on-the-spot uninstall.

Qi Baicha leaned weakly on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

What’s all this…

_

In the next few days, Qi Baicha and Qi Ye maintained a pure physical relationship.

Qi Baicha wanted to talk about feelings and help Qi Ye retrieve his memory, but Qi Ye only wanted to sleep with him, and then left after sleeping, and was ruthless.

Li Jin inspired all of Qi Ye’s evil nature, but he never expected that Qi Ye did not want to destroy the world, did not want to kill the gods, and turned all the evil thoughts full of killing into a steady stream of desires, and vented on Qi Baicha.

Cthulhu doesn’t need feelings, just a bed-warming tool that looks pleasing to the eye. Qi Ye refused to listen to Qi Baicha’s words other than gasping.

Qi Baicha looked pale and sick. The first is the period of weakness, the second is being tossed hard by Qi Ye, and the third is worrying about how to retrieve Qi Ye’s memories and feelings.

He was always treated as a tool man, and he was wronged.

But now Qi Ye will not feel sorry for him.

Not only did he not feel sorry for him, but the technique also regressed back to the original point, which always made him feel pain.

When I think about it this way, Qi Baicha is even more sad.

Over time, Qi Baicha couldn’t bear it.

He can stay in the temple with his husband forever, but he can’t stand his husband not loving him.

A union without love has no soul!

He was spoiled by her husband a long time ago, and he was very squeamish. Qi Baicha likes to snuggle in Qi Ye’s arms after the cloud and rain. Sometimes the husband would hold him to tell stories, kiss his eyebrows softly, and say to him with petting, “Chacha, I always wonder if I saved the world in my previous life, so I can embrace you in this life.”

Instead of going to sleep every time when tired, facing the empty temple after waking up, waiting for Qi Ye to arrive unexpectedly next time.

“It’s really too much…” Qi Baicha muttered to herself, looking at the black curtain on the top, “Sir, I don’t blame you for treating me like this now. You can resist not killing me, probably because you love me very much. .”

The young man rang softly in the huge temple.

“When you recover your memory, you must coax me.”

_

Qi Baicha woke up again and saw Qi Ye sitting on the bedside, watching him with complex expressions.

Qi Baicha lazily closed his eyes again: “If you want to go, go there.”

Qi Ye: “…”

His expression hardened again: “Do you love your husband very much?”

“what’s happenin?”

“You just called sir in your dream.” Qi Ye said blankly, “still crying.”

Qi Baicha was taken aback and opened his eyes: “Am I crying?”

Qi Ye pursed his lips.

The young man stayed in the temple these days, and seemed to adapt well, not resisting, not making noise, and still enjoying it.

Sure enough, are they all pretending?

When he is away, the teenager is always depressed.

Thinking of the boy crying in his dream, Qi Ye’s temple suddenly jumped.

An emotion called jealousy spread wildly.

Qi Baicha smiled suddenly: “Yes, I love Mr., I miss him very much, I miss him in my dreams.”

Qi Ye’s face became darker.

“You are not happy these days, you are thinking of him?” Qi Ye’s expression was as cold as if Qi Baicha dared to say “yes”, he would arrest that gentleman and frustrate him.

Qi Baicha: “Yes.” I was thinking how to retrieve your silly memory.

Qi Ye laughed angrily: “Is Fu Mingye?”

Qi Baicha was startled: “Huh?”

“It’s him.” Qi Ye threw him a photo.

The man in the photo is about 30 years old and looks handsome, but compared with Qi Ye, he is quite different.

Qi Baicha was silent.

Who is this?

“I’m very curious as to which mortal can be so fascinated that Your Excellency Snow God does not hesitate to marry him, and I can’t forget it. It turns out that it is such a thing.” Qi Ye ridiculed, “Your Excellency Snow God looks worried.”

Qi Baicha: “…”

No, no, he didn’t wrong himself so much, he had a good eye.

Qi Baicha will understand after a little thought. Fu Mingye was originally another person, and his husband replaced Fu Mingye’s identity. Now my husband has lost his memory. If he forgets this matter, he is naturally looking for the real Fu Mingye.

He thought that my husband was jealous of me. Did my husband really think that he was married to another person?

This point must be clarified.

“Actually, my husband is you.” Qi Baicha said sincerely.

Qi Ye smiled: “Your Excellency Snow God can bend and stretch. But even then I won’t let you go.”

Qi Baicha: “…”

What to do if I can’t explain it clearly.

“Don’t worry about that Fu Mingye, or I don’t guarantee that I will kill him.” Qi Ye threatened, “You can only remember my name, Qi Ye.”

Qi Ye looked at him condescendingly: “Now tell me your name.”

He suddenly remembered that he had slept in the teenager so many times and still didn’t know his name.

Originally just as a bed partner, it doesn’t matter what the bed partner’s name is. But now that he noticed the jealousy in his heart, Qi Ye found that he was more interested in juveniles.

Qi Baicha did not hesitate: “Chacha.”

This name is very intimate no matter what it is called, and it can invisibly draw a relationship.

“…” Qi Ye couldn’t say anything.

So Lord Cthulhu skipped this link and entered the topic again.

The evil nature is too strong to be suppressed, he must turn the killing intent into desire at all times, and find Qi Baicha to fight it out.

Otherwise he would have to destroy the world.

Compared to destroying the world, Qi Ye still found it more interesting to bully the Snow God.

Qi Baicha feels that he is really the savior of suffering.

This time there was a fatal question in the bedside room.

“Me and Fu Mingye, who makes you more comfortable?” Qi Ye wanted to make a difference, insisting to compare with his past self.

Qi Baicha choked speechlessly, Qi Ye had no idea about his current retrogressive technique.

He is not afraid of death and said: “That must be the sir.”

“…” Master Cthulhu turned into anger, “I don’t care if you feel comfortable, but it’s not taking care of you anyway!”

Qi Baicha snorted, don’t overdo it.

Really hold a grudge.