On the day when the villagers brought the sacrifices, on the top of the mountain where the black mist billowed, he transformed into a human form for the first time.
The sixteen-year-old boy was wearing plain white clothes. His neck was shrunk by the cold mountain wind. His breasts were as bulging as if they were stuffed with jelly beans. His eyes were red, and he cursed in a milky voice: "What a god of evil, there is no place to block the wind."
Zhu Yuan was hidden in the black mist, his dark eyes staring at him - this was the only cold fragrance of snow tea that he had smelled in thousands of years.
The cold fragrance wrapped around the young man's young and tender soul, like tea buds that had just sprouted in the snow. It was fresh and alluring, making him want to hold it in his hands like crazy, but he was afraid of breaking this delicate little guy.
He used black mist to weave the young man a cloak embroidered with snow tea patterns, and made it one size smaller to fit the young man's figure. He secretly wrapped it around the young man's ankles, avoiding the bones as delicate as a young deer, and did not dare to use any strength.
When the boy was hungry, he used black mist to roll up the ice crystal fruit on the top of the mountain, covered it to warm it, and then handed it to the boy's mouth. When the boy cried, he panicked and turned into black mist. He gently wiped the boy's tears with his cold fingertips. After wiping, he was afraid of being disliked by the sixteen-year-old little guy, so he immediately drew back.
Later, the young man discovered that this dank evil god was actually a soft-footed shrimp.
Xun Sui deliberately put ice crystal fruit paste in the corner of his mouth: "Hey, wet ghost, help me wipe it clean."
Zhu Yuan leaned over and gently licked it off with the tip of his tongue. His dark eyes stared at the corners of his red mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "Sui Sui, don't tease me, I'm afraid I can't control myself and hurt you."
Xun Sui blinked, deliberately slipped into his arms, stuffed his cold hands into his clothes, and said with a sly tone in his childish voice, "Then don't control me."
Damp, Paranoid and Evil God Attack × Sixteen-year-old Childish and Black-bellied Sacrifice
Concentrated literature/forced binding/arrogance based on favor/bi-directional crazy criticism
Attack the outside world decisively, and protect the sixteen-year-old sacrifice as a treasure
Note: No ABO, the reborn soul comes with the cold fragrance of snow tea
Concept: Taking the extreme contrast between the "damp evil god" and the "snow-flavored sacrifice" as the core, explore the emotional collision of paranoia and softness, and show that in the seemingly cold world of gods and demons, unique sensory bonds can break identity barriers and turn extreme possessiveness into unique tenderness and protection.