[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

93: High School Student 01

Zong Yan felt slightly ill at ease.

Yog's hand was incredibly cold, and his touch made Zong Yan tremble inside, with an unexplainable suffocating feeling that was almost like he was held captive. Those fingers were long and vigorous and could easily wrap up Zong Yan's hand within their grip. It was like being entangled by something that was both paranoid and malicious, sending a puzzling current up his spine.

Even if Zong Ya had a low EQ, he knew the significance of holding hands in a human relationship.

It was something you'd only do when you were intimate.

Besides, it was strange for two grown men to hold hands.

Zong Yan automatically struggled a little, but he didn't manage to break free. Instead the Lord of Time and Space gripped him even tighter.

"Hold still, we're leaving."

The gray-haired evil god tightened his fingers, and Zong Yan relaxed obediently.

The vast timeline suddenly rushed towards him from the void, covered with arcane and unfathomable colors. The surface was dappled with an incredible panoply of swirls and dappled specks.

When they stood outside of time and space, Zong Yan's eyes had been blinded by the staggering light shed by billions of brilliant spheres. He didn't have a chance to see what the timeline really looked like. But now he could finally see it in its entirety.

"What are those bright spots on the surface?"

Zong Yan's attention was diverted, so he stopped paying attention to other things.

"Let's call it a time node," Yog-Sothoth said lazily. "If the light snuffs out, it means something in that node has changed."

While the two gods were talking, the timeline began to glow with a spectacular light. The flat surface extended far beyond Zong Yan's reach, transforming into a flowing galaxy of stars, like the Milky Way was laid out at their feet.

"! ! !" Zong Yan was astonished, but his hand was still clutched by the Lord of Time and Space. All he could do was instinctively squint his eyes.

By the time he could see clearly again, the dazzling, cloudlike scene around them disappeared, replaced by a sprawling, empty void.

The timeline suddenly folded upward. The arch quickly extended to the ground on one side and the sky on the other, revealing glimpses of different scenes from every part of the universe.

Zong Yan and Yog stood in the middle of this shining band of light. The radiant silver river washed over their feet and gently caressed their ankles. The bottom of the river was lined with fine particles of glowing, pure white sand.

The long, dark green hair of the young evil god scattered behind him, falling into the river of time that glittered like it was filled with stardust. Zong Yan casually took a lock of his hair to inspect it, but found no trace of water on the end.

"The river isn't a physical liquid. Rather, it consists of temporal energy that's been converted into a kind of torrent."

Yog-Sothoth, who was in a good mood, explained this to him, and his other hand naturally grasped a strand of Zong Yan's dark green hair. His eyes were unreadable and deep.

Zong Yan didn't notice the expression on the gray-haired evil god's face. He stared at the mysterious space around them with immense curiosity.

The curved and folded timeline was rendered like a painting on both sides of the long river of time. Fantastic, unbelievable images arose one after another, unrolling like a picture scroll for the master of time to view.