Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

He leaned into the man's arms, his eyes turned red for no apparent reason, and he unconsciously murmured: "Lord God..."

Seeing Zhuo'an suddenly appear, the group of people behind them all knelt on the ground and shook like chaff.

"Zhuo'an Shenjun..."

They are afraid of a power far beyond the scope of human beings, so they pray to gods and ghosts in the hope of getting some protection.

No one doubts the possibility of ghosts and gods.

Because today's society is like a chaotic city without organization, discipline, and order. Everyone is planning for their own interests, ignoring the life and death of others, and venting their malice toward innocent people.

Here, everyone only adheres to the principle of "the strong is respected". No one will intercede for the weak, so bullying the weak has become the norm.

This is the current state of society, and no one can live alone...

Zhuo'an ignored the people behind him and gently wiped the dirt on the young man's face with his fingertips little by little: "My Aning, you have suffered..."

The young man was a little confused about his words, tilted his head and asked him: "Who is Aning?"

Zhuo An hugged him tightly, her eyes slightly red: "A Ning is you, my best An Ning..."

"But I'm not Aning." He shook his head and took the initiative to withdraw from Zhuo'an's arms: "They said I was a fool, a trash, a bastard, a fool, a murderer..."

He looked up at Zhuo An and explained seriously: "I was born in a garbage dump without a name."

"You called the wrong person..."

"I'm not wrong." Zhuo'an stretched out his hand to pick out the rotten vegetable leaves stuck in his hair, and said in a gentle voice, "Have you forgotten the question you asked him here earlier?"

"Ask me why you were born here."

Zhuo'an grabbed his dirty hand and put it on his chest: "I can answer your questions now."

"Your birth is the most precious gift this world has given me..."

He raised his eyes to look at Zhuo An's clear and shallow eyes, trying his best to find the most common malice in them before, but found that there were only warm feelings in them that he could not understand.

Is this god rejoicing because of his birth?

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Lu Yu, who was sitting on the top of the temple and holding a sickle, listened to Zhuo An's words and rolled his eyes indifferently: "I just want to suppress my brother's evil nature and make him become a person like you." , it must be covered up with disgusting love."

"What a hypocritical thing!"

A strange burning sensation suddenly rose up where he was sitting. Lu Yu looked back and saw that an inexplicable fire had started where he was sitting, burning a big hole in his pants.

He frowned, quickly put away the scythe, rolled around the temple to prevent the fire from expanding, turned over and fell into the pool beside the temple, barely extinguishing the fire on his butt.

This hypocritical guy, how dare he do this! ! !

Lu Yu clenched his fists very tightly, and his turbid black eyes stared at Zhuo An, who was getting closer to the boy in the temple. He was so angry that he itched his teeth: "Hypocritical guy, I will smash all your temples sooner or later!!!" "

He knew that now was not a good opportunity to meet Zhuo An, so he took off his coat and tied it around his waist to block it, used some special ability, and teleported away directly.

Zhuo An's divine power was dissipated outside, and he was keenly aware that the extremely dangerous aura began to gradually dissipate...

"Are you happy because of my appearance?" He tilted his head and asked Zhuo'an.

"I will always be happy that you were born."

He nestled in Zhuo'an's arms, watching his dirty self dye the man's white clothes black, his hand silently placed on Zhuo'an's heart, his black eyes full of evil.

I really want to...

Kill him directly...

The seeds called "evil thoughts" had been planted in his heart under Lu Yu's repeated push. The originally pure black eyes were covered with dust, stained with sinister birds of prey, and began to become turbid.

Zhuo'an could keenly sense that something was wrong with his emotions, but he really didn't want him to stay in this chaotic and bad world, so he coaxed him gently: "Will you come with me?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then carefully took Zhuo'an's finger and asked him, "If you don't want to, will you kill me?"

"I won't." Zhuo'an's eyes turned red and he softened his tone to coax him: "I will always guard you..."

"Even if you don't want to go with me, even if you don't like me, I will always guard you to prevent you from being maliciously slandered by others."

Unlike Lu Yu, he has a gentle and gentle attitude, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Can you give me a name?" He looked up at Zhuo'an: "You give me a name, and I will go with you."

"How is Qingning?"

Zhuo'an was afraid of scaring him, so he kept coaxing him with a warm voice: "If possible, I hope that you are the only clear and pure existence in this turbid world."

This is an adjective that is completely opposite to the place where I was born...

But he loved it...

He liked the god who named him very much.

"I like it very much!" Qingning smiled, and the shadow in his eyes gradually faded away, and the young man's eyes regained a tiny glimmer.

He now has a new home.

The man treated him well and he liked it very much.

-

At the same time, before Lu Yu, who had just taken a shower and changed his clothes, had time to dry his hair, the black, larger than white chain on his wrist became relatively the same again.

"Tsk...that hypocritical guy took my brother back again!"

He snorted in dissatisfaction, wiped his hair randomly, and threw the towel aside angrily.

The scythe that was thrown aside spontaneously condensed into a small pendant, hanging in front of him in a flattering manner.

Lu Yu waved his hand impatiently: "Get away!"

The pendant seemed a little aggrieved, and he shook the chain to hook Lu Yu's finger.

He himself was troubled by the change in color of the chain around his wrist, and Sickle's behavior was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, completely irritating him.

"Come around and bother me again, and I'll tear you apart!"

It has to be said that such a threat does have an effect on Sickle.

It stayed aside obediently, like a dead thing, daring not to move.

Without the interruption of the sickle, Lu Yu's attention returned to the chain on his wrist. The more he looked at it, the more troubled he felt.

He bit the chain on his wrist as if to vent his anger, his cloudy black eyes a little aggrieved: "Brother, why would you rather believe that hypocritical guy than me?"

"Even though I have been reincarnated so many times, you still don't want to believe me..."