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The love has finally reached ten points, marking a new milestone:

Unable to obtain what one desires

The suffering of humankind stems from greed; when desires are not fulfilled, resentment perpetuates itself, leading to a cycle of birth and death.

Ah…

Why is it described as "bitterness" when it's supposed to be a milestone of love? Those women were clearly happy when they offered him love.

Ah, the problem probably lies with Da Tou.

Kiyoko.

This is really troublesome. Is she serious?

In short, let's take a look at the skills first.

[Illusory]

The description was a passage of scripture, equally unclear, but Ying Sheng knew it by heart and immediately understood the skill's effect. Like [Berserk], it can currently only be used on oneself, and its effect is a buff, primarily in terms of charm.

Perhaps due to his consistent style, what everyone sees is only a certain aspect of him, a mirage, and this skill also focuses on this aspect.

All forms and appearances are illusory.

After he uses this skill, everyone will probably see him in the way they most expect, and they will never see his true face again.

Of course, the intensity of the effect is also determined by the amount of affection he invests and the duration of the effect.

It's quite interesting, but it doesn't seem to be very useful.

Ying Sheng was quite disappointed. He had thought that after unlocking the Love skill, it would create a positive cycle like the Killing Intent skill, greatly enhancing his ability to gain love.

But now that something like "illusion" has emerged, it will be even harder for others to reach his true self after he uses this skill, and it will be even harder for love to be directed towards him.

Thinking of this, Ying Sheng's voice softened:

"Qingzi, I don't know what you want to pursue, but I've told you before, and I can assure you again now that I will get you anything you want, even if it's beyond my power, I will do my best."

silence.

The silence didn't last long.

Kiyoko then smiled sweetly: "Don't say such things anymore, Hotaru-kun. Tell me what to do next."

Ying Sheng smiled and said, "How about going home to sleep? I'm very sorry for bothering you earlier."

"Eh, are you worried that I'll act up and ruin your plans? I would never do that. I was just a little insecure before. Mr. Ryuhoshi is experienced, he'll understand, right?"

"How could that be? I just suddenly had some other thoughts. It's already 12:30 a.m., and it will take me about an hour to get back. I'm sorry, I can't take you home. You have a gun on you, you should be fine on your own, right?"

"Hmm...who was the person who covered for you and Miss Ran at the Mori's house tonight?"

"You'd better keep your distance from this little madman. Drug A isn't even fully developed yet."

"So you're going to ask her for help, right?"

"Of course not, that guy will only make things worse."

"Is that Miss Lan?"

"No, Xiaolan's thinking is too simple, and she is not suitable to participate in many things."

"So, is it Miss Chiyoko?"

"I won't go to see her again until the wound on her lower abdomen has healed, and I'm not that close to her anyway."

"Oh, and who is this poor soul who has been captured by Mr. Firefly?"

"Can't it just be myself, Miss Moon? Sigh, if you really want any promises, I can be back around two o'clock, do you need them?"

"It's very necessary."

"Then it's settled. See you later."

Ying Sheng hung up the phone and shook his head helplessly.

I'm sorry, Ms. Liu Feng.

Chapter 231 When the Sacrifice Becomes the Offering, She Encounters the Gods

Time flies by as the vehicle speeds along.

At 1:30 a.m. on Saturday, Hotaru drove back to the Hanakage residence at 4-chome-13, Beika-cho.

As soon as she pushed open the door, Huaying Xiwang, who was rubbing her eyes in the entryway, immediately pounced on her. With her loose panda pajamas, Ying Sheng almost thought it was the national treasure from next door attacking, and quickly raised her hand to catch it.

"Big brother, you've finally come to my house again. You must stay overnight this time!"

Hua Ying looked at Ying Sheng with hopeful eyes, her dark red eyes filled with anticipation.

Ying Sheng threw her down and stood in the entryway taking off his shoes.

“I have no interest in children, but what about Akemi Miyano?”

"Hmph! I'm not a child!"

Hua Ying puffed out her chest in dissatisfaction, and her impressive size trembled slightly up and down.

I was referring to age.

"hey-hey…"

Hua Ying smiled slyly and ran quickly into the room. Ying Sheng changed his shoes, stepped into the entrance hall, and stood there waiting.

Twenty-one nights ago, he happened to pass by here and saw that the light coming through the gap in the curtains on the second-floor balcony was blood red. He subconsciously thought that this was a half-open door and that they were currently entertaining customers.

This made him take another look, and in that moment of attention, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

"truth……"

"God..."

"Sacrifice..."

"poison gas……"

"Descending..."

hiss--! ! !

Upon hearing this, Ying Sheng gasped in shock. Had he stumbled upon some kind of cult?

Ying Sheng decisively stepped forward and kicked open the door. Of course, he had to go up and see what was going on!

And so, after the person who presided over the sacrifice became the offering, in the six-pointed star drawn with blood, in the dim candlelight, the original offering slowly opened its blood-red eyes and saw the god who had descended upon this world.

"Hey, want to come with me?"

"Yes, of course."

This was the first time that Ying Sheng and Hua Ying Xi Wang met. Two days later, Ying Sheng knocked Hua Ying Xi Wang unconscious and threw her into Beihua General Mental Hospital.

Damn it, this guy is a complete lunatic. If he wants to find a real girlfriend in the future, she'll have to be stronger than him.

"Sir, what is your relationship with her? Do you have permission from her guardian?"

That day, a nurse in the mental hospital asked.

Ying Sheng shook his head in annoyance, touched the mask on his face, and raised his gun: "I assure you, she is absolutely insane, and me, haha, I am her fellow patient, I just escaped from the Qingshan Mental Hospital next door. Three million, lock her up for a year first, OK?"

The nurse swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

At 4:44 a.m. yesterday, in Tokyo Bay, the icy seawater had completely melted away Hotaru's consciousness, and the boundless darkness pulled him down.

Suddenly, the karmic fire of the red lotus from hell erupted from the depths of his bone marrow and soul, snatching his consciousness back from the abyss and hurling it back to the human world!

Love and murderous intent combine to create life.

Instead of rising to the surface, Ying Sheng turned and sank downwards, sinking continuously.

The ocean floor, at an unknown depth, is devoid of both light and sound.

No, there are.

The blood flowed rapidly, almost making a rushing sound, intensifying the icy corrosive effect of the seawater, spreading continuously to every inch of skin and limbs.

The heart pounded as if it were about to explode, guiding the approaching Grim Reaper in the darkness!

Continue to accelerate.

Continued acceleration.

Without the slightest hesitation, even though his hands and feet were numb, and even though all he could see was pitch black.

even if...

He didn't know if hope was just ahead.

But, finally.

With his enhanced vision amplified by killing intent, he finally glimpsed an even deeper shadow in the boundless, endless darkness.

They pushed forward with all their might, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a touch of blood-red light and shadow.

"Hope, are you finding this a little boring?"

"That's right, apart from Miss Miyamoto who's somewhat interesting, everyone else is useless."

"Not just tonight's party, I mean all of it, the whole world."