Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

The confinement was lifted, Shi Rong's eyes were slightly cold, and he kicked He Lanci hard in the abdomen.

Hearing the man's groan of pain, he lowered his head, looked down at He Lanci, who was hunched over and covering his abdomen, and said arrogantly: "This is a write-off."

Fake. How could just a kick extinguish the anger in his heart? Shi Rong enjoyed He Lanci's painful expression with pleasure, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Cherish the pain you feel now. In the future, you will suffer thousands of times more than you do now...

He Lanci straightened up, and just by looking at the expression on the little doll, he knew that he must still be holding a grudge. He can't be beaten or scolded, he's so loud and angry, but he thinks you're easy to bully. What should you do with such a soft-hearted little doll?

He had a headache, so he simply asked: "What is your purpose of entering paradise?"

When Shi Rong thought that he had to enter the paradise because he lost the fragment of authority, and the damn culprit was standing in front of him, he naturally had no good expression: "Look for the core of the paradise."

"Our purpose is the same." He Lanci didn't ask Shi Rong why he was looking for the core of the paradise, because the little doll looked at him with a fiercer gaze as he spoke, so he naturally wouldn't step on the wrong side of things.

"As the host of the park, do you know where the core is?"

Shi Rong glanced at He Lanci with disdain: "If I knew, would I still need your help? Besides, the host of this paradise is that ugly doll."

He Lanci knew that Shi Rong looked down on human beings, but he didn't expect, "You seem to hate Mr. Charlie. Why? Aren't you the same kind?"

I don't know where this sentence hit Shi Rong, and he exploded in an instant: "What the same kind? How can those despicable dolls be the same kind as me? I am a doll made by the gods themselves!"

He Lanci always mentioned the so-called god from Shi Rong's mouth. I don't know why, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

The end of the stone road led to the back garden, and Helan said, "Go and have a look." Then he asked casually, "Do you worship that god?"

Shi Rong squinted his eyes and slightly raised his red lips: "No."

Dolls are born to be dependent on their creator. This is an irreversible nature. Perhaps the power of the gods is too evil, and Shi Rong, who was born from this evil power, does not have this kind of nature.

The moment he opened his eyes, he learned to pretend and lie. His eyes when he looked at the gods were full of admiration and dependence, and he spoke sweet words, just like a loyal believer of the gods.

When Shi Rong was born, the gods in heaven and earth had not all fallen into eternal sleep like they are now.

At that time, what the gods liked to do most was to show off their fabricated dolls to each other at banquets.

Shi Rong remembered very clearly that those dolls were all exquisite and beautiful. The eyes they looked at their respective creators were gentle and sensible, without a trace of their own souls.

They obeyed the instructions of the gods, showing off their beautiful and lovely appearance and docile and obedient character. They listened to the superior comments of the gods, and their smiles remained perfect.

The evil god is the most unsociable of the gods and is moody. He did not let Shi Rong stand among the group of dolls and accept comments and comparisons from various gods. But in the end, the best doll selected by various gods was still Shi Rong.

How funny. Among the countless dolls who sincerely worship the gods, the one these gods like the most is actually him, an evil doll who has no respect for the gods and is hypocritical.

Later, the gods fell into eternal sleep one after another, and the stupid puppets they made were voluntarily destroyed...

Shi Rong could not understand such stupid behavior.

Later, there was the emergence of human beings. Humans are stupid, disgusting, and ugly. However, they have bodies similar to gods, with flesh and blood...

Looking at his small body, Shi Rong suddenly had an idea: he wanted to become a human.

He also wants to be tall and have a warm body, instead of being such a small ball to be played with by the gods like a toy...

However, the god rejected his request...

Thinking of the god who fell into eternal sleep in the temple, Shi Rong's blue eyes curled up and said happily: "I took away his authority and distributed it to various places on the earth... If there is no accident, he will never wake up. .”

Who would have thought about being killed by ants? God, will you know that the culprit that caused you to fall into eternal sleep is actually the little doll you fabricated yourself?

If you had agreed to turn me into a human, maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this.

What the little doll said was like some kind of flag that humans always stand on. He Lanci's heart skipped a beat and he had an ominous premonition: "What if that god really wakes up?"

Shi Rong kicked He Lanci hard, this unlucky human being! What nonsense are you talking about?

"impossible!"

His heartbeat was beating fiercely, He Lanci insisted, "What if?"

"I will die." The little doll's eyes are like a quiet shallow sea, without waves. His red lips curved in a moving arc, and his voice was very soft: "With the cold and cold character of a god, he will not allow a betrayer. Stay alive."

Shi Rong's eyes suddenly became sharp: "So, he should never think about waking up!"

He Lanci's heart twitched when he heard the little doll's words "I will die." His eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes.

It would be best for this god to never wake up. otherwise……

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When you walk into the garden, you can see densely packed blood-red flowers, which are exactly the same as the flowers growing in Bai Lan's mouth. The breeze blows, and a strong and almost stinky fragrance pours into your nose.

Shi Rong returned to his normal appearance and put on a mask. But the aroma was so pervasive that he frowned in disgust and held his breath.

"Two guests, it is forbidden to stay in the garden here, please get out!" A middle-aged man who looked like a gardener carrying a hoe had a straight face and pretended to drive people away.

These flowers were obviously different. Shi Rong didn't want to inhale the disgusting smell, so he kicked He Lanci to signal him to speak.

He Lanci held his breath: "Sorry, we accidentally entered by mistake. Let's leave now. These flowers are very beautiful. I have never seen them before. Can I pick one?"

He Lanci's praise of these flowers obviously made the gardener very satisfied. His cold eyes softened a little, but he still said inhumanely: "This is the flower that praises the gods. Mr. Celtic cherishes it very much and cannot pick it."

He Lanci was particularly sensitive to the word "god". He asked: "God-praising flower? Is it a flower used to praise gods? Which god is it being praised?"

The flesh on the gardener's face twitched, and he hurried away impatiently: "Why are you asking so many questions? Two guests, please leave immediately!"

He Lanci and Shi Rong looked at each other and turned to leave.

He Lanci looked solemn: "This God-Praising Flower..."

Shi Rong's eyes were contemptuous, and he whispered: "You don't think that these ugly flowers can wake up the sleeping gods, do you?"