I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 532

[Chapter 520 The Witch Trial (Sun +248+249+250) (2)]

Sometimes he will find some bruises and wounds on her body, and he will lie on her shoulders and ask in a low voice, “Dancing is so hard, can you stop dancing? Ah?”

She was silent for a long time, Then he answered him with a smile: “No way, my mother also has to work, how can I make money without dancing?”

He said, “Then let me dance.”

“I’ve watched your video tapes many times. “He looked at her and said seriously, “I can dance too, I’ll dance for you!”

“You’re too young?” She couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t dance, it’s my first time on stage Are you twelve years old? How old are you?”

Twelve years old – he silently recorded this age in his heart.

At this age, he can help her dance and she won’t have to work so hard?

Days went on, and he began to sneakily wear her women’s clothes while she was out dancing, paint her makeup, and then imitate her dance moves and expressions to the videotape.

He grew up slowly, he became more and more beautiful.

The way she looked at him became confused and flustered, and she would say to him very anxiously: “Go and roll in the flower field outside!”

“Wipe your face a little dirty!”

“Don’t play with flowers !

Now?! You become a little boy! Don’t play with these things!”

When he was eleven years old, he put a flower on his head playfully, turned around in front of her, tilted his head and asked When she was looking good, for the first time, she looked at him so terrified, and broke out hysterically:

“Am I not allowed to play with these girls’ stuff!”

“Are you a boy?, Isn’t that a girl? Ah!!”

He was yelled and stood still, the flower on his head fell and shattered into petals.

“I’m sorry…” She squatted on the ground slowly, she covered her tearful eyes and apologized very gently, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell at you, I just? I don’t understand, I talked to you? So much Next, why do you always like to play with these girls and children’s things.”

“You are obviously a boy…” She slowly put down her hands that covered her eyes, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. .

“But I don’t like being a boy.” He pursed his lips and looked at her stubbornly, “I hate those guys, they’re not good to you.”

– Whether it’s his bishop’s father, or? The people from the Holy See who had come here treated her so frivolously and arrogantly. When their eyes swept across her body, the knowing smile seemed to be looking at something sleazy.

He hated the way these people looked at her.

She is obviously the best person in the world and can dance the most beautiful dance in the world. These men are just trash, so they deserve to look at her with such eyes.

“I want to be like you, I don’t want to be like them.”

Her tears slowly fell, and then she laughed again, sniffed, and stretched out her finger: “Yes? I’m not good, yes ? I was wrong? You can do what you want – as long as you agree on one thing with me?”

He asked: “What?”

She said softly: “Don’t be in your When my father is at home, pretend to be a girl.”

He immediately nodded in agreement.

On the day of his twelfth birthday, after confirming with her that his stupid bishop father went to a place called a city in the sky, he would never come back on that day? He excitedly told her Said: “Can I dance for you!”

“I’ve completely learned it?! I’ll dance for you!”

“So amazing?” She smiled and clapped her hands, “Okay, then I’ll wait and see?”

He completely put on her dance clothes when she was young, put on make-up seriously, put on a seven-layer gauze, and imitated her dance in the video tape vividly in front of her.

“Am I good-looking?” He turned around and asked her with a smile, his purple eyes sparkling and excited, “I am? No? I’m very similar!”

“It’s very similar.” She looked at him with a With very shallow tears, he smiled and praised, “You look good.”

“You look better than me back then.”

“I think so too.” A calm, warm male voice suddenly appeared. , his bishop father, who would never come back, stood by the door, stared at him with a creepy smile, and said with a smile, “It’s really beautiful.”

“Twelve years old .

The child is as beautiful as I once imagined.”

He saw such a desperate expression on her face for the first time since he was born.

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This chapter is inspired by “Salome”