A village far away in a mountain col has always served a god.
Everyone who had seen him praised his beauty, and his face was beyond the beauty that should be found in the world.
In people's hearts, gods have no emotions, only great love.
Therefore, they imprisoned the gods in this village, asking for them every day and making wishes one after another.
Xiao Yun was the prince who was being hunted here. He hid in a mountain col and was dying.
In the blurred vision, there was only a temple—and the people inside.
The man looked like a fairy and gave him a cold look.
"Are you here to save me?" Xiao Yun's eyes were hot.
The god didn't speak, but his actions said everything for him.
From then on, Xiao Yun remembered him deeply.
God? I want it.
Xiao Yun lived in the village anonymously for three years and became the most loyal believer of the god.
He followed the example of the villagers and served the gods every day.
But the place where he serves is different from everyone else.
Xiao Yun looked at the god's red eyes because he was so bullied by him, and his tone rose.
"Just be my god, okay?"
The god couldn't suppress the ambiguous sound in his throat. He shook his head and spit out one word.
"Get lost."
Xiao Yun's face darkened and he moved harder.
Not willing? But you must be mine.
In three years, Xiao Yun secretly planned and successfully regained his throne.
On the day he left, he gave the god his own anklet.
He said: "Wait until I come back."
Since then, there has been no news.
The gods resumed their usual ordinary lives and accepted worship from everyone.
He thought he could finally go back to the past.
Until a severe drought hit and rumors spread.
The villagers will offer sacrifices to the gods.
The god looked calm and indifferent.
It was also his duty to sacrifice for the villagers, and he had nothing to say.
On the day of the sacrifice, the gods waited and waited, but until it was completely dark, there was no movement from the villagers.
The god still sat there, silent.
In the darkness, as the footsteps approached, he felt a chill in his heart.
Let's end it like this. He thought.
But the next second, a pair of big palms pinned him down on the altar and tore his clothes violently.
The god's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried to struggle, but was pushed back again.
The hoarse voice lingered in my ears for an instant.
"Long time no see, my god."
Crazy criticism of the prince × attack by the cold god
Reading guide: 1. Attack and receive 1v1 double clean, the cp is not broken and cannot be reversed.
2. This article may involve some bloody plots that shock the world's outlook. Please do not list the author.
3. The first draft is rough and will be revised upon completion.
Intention: The god saved an evil man, and the evil man coveted the god.
