Why do you want to call me

Eve leaned in front of the mirror, carefully looked at the wolf ears on top of her head, and then touched her original ears.

At this time, Eve's face was growing fine hair, and her nails were slowly becoming sharper.

She looked at Ji Yan, and only Ji Yan could answer her at this time, she asked Ji Yan eagerly with tears in her voice: "Supreme Lord of the Twilight, am I going to become a monster?"

The girl's beauty-loving nature makes her unable to accept the image of a monster.

He responded to the girl flatly: "Yes."

The girl's face was dull and her eyes were dull.

If she turned into a monster, would Grandma still recognize her?

Eve raised her head and looked at Ji Yan bravely. If anyone could save her, it could only be the Twilight Lord in front of her.

She bowed her head to the Lord of the Twilight and said, "I ask the Supreme Lord of the Twilight to save me."

Ji Yan looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, a tail had grown out of the girl's tailbone, and it was swaying obediently.

Using her senses to check her body, she found that there was a werewolf bloodline, stimulated by some unknown reason, which was devouring the human bloodline, and soon Eve would become a werewolf.

However, this werewolf image should be very close to a wolf, except that it is barely a human form, and the others are not related to humans.

And the risk is extremely high, it is easy to lose your mind, but with Ji Yan here, there will be no problem.

He is carefully observing the changes in the mysterious factors in the girl's body. It is difficult for Ji Yan to come into contact with these on weekdays, so naturally he should not miss them.

The changes in Eve's body continued. She didn't know what the Twilight Lord was thinking. Seeing that he was indifferent, she thought that she didn't plan to lend a helping hand.

Thinking of my grandma once said that if you want to get anything, you have to pay a price.

So, what can she give?

Feeling the rage in her heart and fading rationality, she closed her eyes tightly and said sincerely: "I would like to believe in the Supreme Lord of Twilight until the end of my life."

As soon as the words fell, an orange-red eye appeared above the cave.After it took shape, it paused for a moment, then shrank rapidly, and entered Eve's body.

This means that Eve has been watched by the Lord of the Twilight.

Ji Yan glanced at her, feeling that the girl seemed to be thinking a bit crookedly, but this was the first time she saw this situation.

Seeing that the Twilight Lord still didn't respond, Eve's forehead touched the rough and cold ground, and the coldness hit her heart.

Just when Eve was about to lose her mind, Ji Yan brutally stuffed a force into Eve's body, directly suppressing the blood of the werewolf.

Her transformation state was directly suspended, but there were also some sequelae.

For example, the ears and tail of the wolf are preserved.

Eve felt the gradually calming brain and the full strength in her body. She couldn't turn her head around for a while, but she still knew that the Lord of Twilight had accepted her as a believer.

What should a believer do?

Eve lay on the ground and thought for a while, gritted her teeth, and said loudly: "The Supreme Lord of the Twilight, may you be merciful, can you allow me to go back to visit my elderly grandma, I will come back immediately after reading it, and here is my sympathy for you." Give my life."

Ji Yan looked at her movements with some doubts.

Then he realized that he was regarded as an evil god who harvested believers.

The system suddenly pops up a prompt:

"I'm about to quit the video chat..."

Ji Yan glanced at Eve. At this time, Eve was lying on the ground, and the frequency of her tail shaking became faster and faster.

When I was about to respond, my eyes went dark...

"Exited video chat."

……

Ottoman Empire.

Located in the Imperial University library, a white-haired old man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows holding a black cane.

A well-tailored formal suit outlined well-proportioned curves, with a straight back, and the blooming redbuds on the golden buttons shone brightly in the evening light.

The lips are tightly closed, and the face is serious; the eyes are like the blue sea, which is bottomless; a few strands of white hair cover the wound on the forehead, making it less fierce and more elegant.

The old man frowned suddenly, feeling the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

This feeling……

A gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, so he withdrew his gaze from the window, turned around and walked towards the depths of the library.

……

Somewhere in a church.

A black-robed priest was preaching the gods he believed in on the stage, and the believers in the audience looked pious, clasped their hands together, and listened respectfully.

The priest stopped speaking suddenly, and the believers looked puzzled. They watched the priest change from a dull expression to an unprecedented light in his eyes, and then shouted loudly to the believers in the audience: "The Lord has come, the Lord has come!! "

He was so excited that he wept bitterly, and the believers in the audience danced along with him. In an instant, the whole scene transitioned from a solemn and solemn scene to a group of demons dancing wildly.

"The Lord is watching the Son, let us go to meet the Son!"

The believers raised their hands and shouted.

"Holy Son! Welcome the Holy Son!"

……

The Holy See in the center of the Western Continent.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The huge bell broke the tranquility of the Holy See and aroused a crowd of white doves.

Many clergymen showed surprise on their faces, but some old people who knew the inside story felt panic.

Soon the Holy See, which had been silent for many years, began to operate. Teams of paladins were sent to the subordinate churches. The envoys sent by the three empires were on their way, and many small countries were also notified.

The tourists who came to visit looked at the busy Holy See, and then thought of the bell just now, feeling suspicious.

Perhaps the continent, which has been peaceful for a long time, is about to change.

Chapter 4 and Little Red Riding Hood with Cthulhu and Friends

At this moment, Eve knelt on the ground in a disfigured manner, with her eyes closed tightly, waiting for the twilight lord's anger to burn on her at any moment.

After a long time, the cave was still dead silent, but the ominous atmosphere that had been lingering around had quietly dissipated.

Eve raised her head cautiously, staring at the empty altar, with doubts in her big eyes.

She stood up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and looked around to make sure that the Lord of the Twilight had disappeared.

The girl stood there blankly, her small face was full of tangles, and her two beautiful eyebrows were brought together.

What is the meaning of the supreme lord of the evening?

She bit her pink and tender lower lip lightly with her white teeth, and counted her fingers one by one with her little hand raised.

"Yes, no yes..."

When she finished counting on one hand, it happened to be a promise.

Eve shook her well-behaved tail, assuming that the Lord of the Twilight is the default.

With a tight face, she solemnly bowed to the empty altar, then touched her ears on her head and the tail behind her, pouted in distress.

She tried her best to stuff her restless tail into the long skirt, then walked down the altar, looking for something carefully.

After a while, I finally found the abandoned Little Red Riding Hood at the entrance of the cave.

Eve carefully took a picture of the dirt on the hat, which was left to her by her mother, and she couldn't get it dirty.

She wore a hat, hid her ears, combed her long hair a few times with her fingers, and now Eve became the Little Red Riding Hood that grandma loved again.

……

in a bedroom.

Ji Yan, who was lying on the chair, slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar ceiling, with a slight trace of melancholy on his calm face.

The two summons did not yield anything.

about to get up...

"hiss--"

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

The mysterious power in the body has been exhausted, leaving nothing to Ji Yan, even the body seems to be hollowed out, without any strength.

"Is this the side effect of two consecutive times?"

He supported his waist and lifted the thin quilt covering his body. Feeling the weakness of his body, Ji Yan didn't want to move, so he sat down on the chair again.

Seeing this, the chair grew two tentacles, opened the book on the table, and fished out a small cuttlefish from the fish tank next to it.

It is very familiar with this job.

Ji Yan looked at the soft squid in the tentacles, was a little surprised, and smiled.

"Hello, we meet again."

It was the cuttlefish that didn't have much ink in its belly.

It also has a name, Mo Yi, from Ji Yan's mouth, simple and straightforward.

The names of other cuttlefish are listed in the next row.

Mo Yi slid down and was caught by the table.

It turned over lazily and lay motionless on the table.

"You are already a mature pen, it's time to learn to write by yourself."

Ji Yan, who didn't want to move, sincerely persuaded Mo Yi.

Mo Yi seemed to glance at him, looking at Ji Yan who was lying on the chair. At this moment, four tentacles were massaging him, and it turned around angrily, only leaving Ji Yan with a disdainful back.

The tentacle seemed to want to teach it a lesson, so Ji Yan patted the armrest of the chair and stopped it.

"A day's rest."

When Ji Yan set out the conditions, Mo Yi twisted his body, as if he wanted to move.

"These two days?"

Mo Yi jumped up immediately, turning himself into a fountain pen and waving it around. Although it didn't have much ink, it still needed to be squeezed for a bright future.

Looking at the pen he was moving, Ji Yan showed a gratified smile.

But soon, his smile froze.

I seem to have not said what to write, so what is it writing now?

Ji Yan stared at Mo Yi who was writing vigorously at the moment, he felt his fist harden.

After a lot of effort, the chair finally managed to hold Ji Yan, and Mo Yi was also tied upside down on the clothes hanger.

At this time, Ji Yan also recovered a bit of strength. He enjoyed the massage from the chair, opened the panel, and saw a chat interface.

The profile picture in the upper left corner is a Q version of the Twilight Lord, and there are only two chat records below, one of which is from Roman Auburn Hurst.

Its head is a realistic oil painting head of a werewolf, but it has been dimmed.

Ji Yan clicked on the chat history, and it showed that Roman was offline.

He continued to click on the avatar, and the interface jumped to the personal homepage.

"Roman Auburn Hurst

(offline)

Male

139 years old

Werewolf

from Gervasis

Currently living in Gervasis - Coral City - Mullin