Fisilis has never been weak, and he seems to have been born without what he should have in this world*. In the abyss, he also resented the world, the gods, and the supreme god who gave up himself. But all emotions have been consumed for a long time.

Calm and bland.

If it weren't for the Creation God who found him again for the survival of the Celestial Race, he might never remember the anger he had once felt at being used.

He is unwilling, he is passive. As for the Celestial Race that the creator god wanted to bless, he could not look at it with a normal heart. The creator god extracted his divine power to protect the reproduction of the Celestial Race, and Fisilis could not destroy the Celestial Clan with his own hands, and he was unwilling to compromise easily, so he could only ignore it.

Fisilis seriously thought that in the first life that Ansel experienced, it was impossible for Fisilis in that life to stab Ansel, because he couldn't do it at all. But it's a sure thing that he stood by and watched.

If you can't target it directly, then borrow a knife to kill people. In that life, he must have seen the world luck of the heroine Felise, and knew that this person could achieve the goal he wanted, and it was very likely that he helped as Anse El guessed. It's just that it's not because I'm in love with the heroine Felise, but because I want the Celestial Clan to perish.

Only Phisilis himself knew that after the Celestial Clan perished, he would disappear with him. And then there are no gods in the world.

Fisillis wanted to die, or rather, he didn't know why he lived.

In this life, the son of luck is Ansel, and Ansel is the leader of the Celestial Clan, and it is impossible for the Celestial Clan to perish. In order to escape the captivity of eternal life, Fisillis had to find other ways.

At first, Fisilis only paid a little attention to Ansel, and immediately made a plan in his head when he saw him. In the book without an ending, Ansel lifts the screen, and his resentment against the god has reached the extreme, so can Fisilis expect that Ansel, as the son of luck, will find a way to kill him as a god.

A end without an end brings more than just anticipation, and Fisillis can say that another greater possibility that makes him reject and even fear is to be imprisoned again, deeper, more lonely.

This is very likely, if the Celestial Race does not have the divine power of the gods, it is very likely that it will gradually decay like other races. Fisillis didn't believe that Ansel's cleverness could not see this.

Just the thought of being under house arrest and then providing unlimited divine power made Fisilis's originally godless eyes even more hollow.

He would rather die himself. He expected himself to die.

But he is in charge of death, and ...... Freshman.

This is the reason why he became the last surviving god, and the source of his numb life to this day.

Fisilis refused to think about that possibility, and he wanted to prevent it from happening, so he chose Anse El.

It's just that there are changes in the middle, such as this epidemic, such as the high priest.

"The epidemic in the city has been brought under control, and this is the last seriously ill patient."

Fisillis said softly, and with a flick of his divine sense, he made the situation clear. He saw the high priest in the distance lower and smile softly at the sick child, like an angel in the sun. He saw the intently gaze of Ansel beside him as the High Priest stared intently.

Something whistled in his chest, and Fisilis seemed to hear someone whispering in his ears, and this deep emotion even infected him, causing his brow to furrow slightly, and his eyes revealed a little unhappiness.

Out of the corner of his eye, Anse El noticed the thin lips under the cloak, and he turned slightly sideways, blocking Fisilis's gaze at the High Priest: "I know, you go back and rest." ”

Fisillis glanced at him faintly, suppressed his inexplicable churning emotions, and turned to leave. He didn't like the feeling of being emotionally controlled at all, and maybe he should stay away from Anse Air.

The quiet departure of the back made Anse Air feel the urge to catch up for a moment, but it was only for a moment. After returning to his senses, Ansel felt strange for himself, and the cold around his body was heavier, and only when he looked at the black-haired priest would he soften it a little.

"Your Highness," the chief of the guard came over and saluted, "Your Majesty has summoned you. ”

Fisilis hadn't gone anywhere, and his favorite place to stay right now was the library. Although he memorized all these books, memorization does not mean understanding.

Increasingly, Fisillis liked the moments of tranquility he found in books, immersed in which he was able to ignore everything, including the spirits screaming at the limit in increasing pain and the guards surrounding him outside the window.

One of the guards in charge of monitoring Fisillis blinked, only to find that the man in the black cloak was still flipping through the books, he was mistaken, and he actually saw the figure of the man disappear for a split second.

It wasn't until someone summoned him that Fisillis suddenly put down his books and walked out of the library. I don't know if it's someone else's delusion, but the graceful chin exposed in the shadow of the cloak seems to be even paler.

Not an illusion.

Physilis stared at his translucent fingertips, a little hesitant. It's been a long time since he appeared today, and he's hesitating to follow the guard's summons to go to the main hall to see Ansel, he doesn't want others to see a person disappear suddenly.

With little time to consider, Fisillis walked forward without a trace, avoiding the impatient hand of the impatient guards waiting. His spirit is manifested, yes, but it's still a spirit body, and everything but the dead will pass through it. Except for the cloak, which was asked by Fisillis for Ansel, and it was a physical object.

"Hurry up, don't keep Your Highness waiting!"

The guard's rude tone made Fisilis's brow furrow slightly, and when he reached the main hall, he realized that this rudeness was not limited to just one guard. To be precise, none of the Celestials, including the High Priestess and Ansel, had ever treated him with true respect.

Fisilis's eyes sank as he figured this out, and a scarlet light flashed. He silently listened to Ansel introduce the true teacher sent by the king beside him, and felt the contempt in the eyes of the teacher's jaw, and his heart burned even more.

Fisilis directly ignored the outstretched hand of the instructor, and did not take a step forward with his feet, standing in place and speaking coldly: "Ansel, I have something to say to you. ”

Anse El frowned, and the instructor who felt that he had been disgraced even more reprimanded: "Presumptuous! Your Highness's name is what you can call?! ”

There was silence in the hall for a few seconds, and Fisilis looked at Ansel silently and indifferently, and suddenly laughed, and his indifferent and mocking voice hooked Ansel's ears, and his heart jumped violently.

Anse El looked at the silver-haired man ten meters away, he couldn't see the man's look in the shadows, and intuitively propped himself up and walked towards the other party. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he was subconsciously trying to catch something to suppress the unknown panic that flashed through the depths of his soul.

"You're right, I shouldn't have called him by name." There was nothing in Phisilis's voice, only a hint of disappointment and sarcasm flashed at the corners of his mouth, "Because he doesn't need me to do anything, and only I think that I am equal to him and his status, it is mutually beneficial, it's ridiculous!" "The deal was unequal from the start, Anse Air was just jealous of him, just guarding against him, just spying on him.

Only he stupidly thinks that every effort he makes is useful, and every time he secretly goes out to learn something he doesn't like, it's worth it. But I didn't think about how Ansel, who had lived two lives, could not know this, but was just happy to see him make a fool of himself.

This reminded Fisillis of some bad memories, and at the same time, the inexplicable sadness that began to control his mind in his heart made him even more irritable, and the speed of his blurt out was even faster- 166 Reading Network