Super God: My mother said it was an accident

"Now you are not only thinking about yourself, but also about the angels. Do you think there is no one behind you?" He Xi straightened his posture, his indigo pupils settling.

He took out the tea cup, lifted the cup handle with his fingers, and shook it slightly.

It is her duty to educate children to form correct thinking, but she is exactly the same as the demon queen who rebelled and escaped, and her character is as stubborn as Kesha.

It is still unclear whether it is good or bad. The future will be created by them. Whether it is good or not, He Xi cannot say for sure, even if she is the King of Heaven.

Tasting fine tea, the only child is immature and childish. How can a mother trust her to hand over the throne to her? That is irresponsible.

Keep your back straight even when you kneel on the ground. Angels will not be inferior to others, nor will they bow their heads.

"I'm not the king now, that's not what I should think about. You are the king, aren't you?" As if to anger He Xi, Kai Xi looked through the darkness at the angel sitting in front of him, with a disrespectful tone, "You trapped me here. If I were the king, wouldn't you be guilty of the following?"

The paused hand stopped in mid-air, as if the word "fo" attracted He Xi's attention. She may have done this many times.

As for the king, her king didn't know where he was, leaving her minister with some space in her heart.

Putting away the tea, I had no intention of tasting it, it was just a habit.

Habits are terrible. People can't help but do things they have long been used to, like muscle memory.

Looking at the angry child who turned his head and said nothing, He Xi shook his head lightly. After all, he was just a child. He had not grown up and experienced the baptism of war, and had not experienced countless moments of life and death.

"King? Humph." He Xi smiled, seeming to deny what Kai Xi said, "I am also a king. What do you think you should do when you face a king, even a king many times stronger than you? Do?"

"Can't answer?" The speechless angel in front of him made He Xi's eyes look disappointed. This was so different from the previous Kesha, even though she inherited her appearance and a little personality.

What does the silent angel want to answer? Her answer may not be recognized, or it may not meet the requirements.

There is no king stronger than himself. Kaixi believes that except for the sacred Kesha and the sacred Hexi, there will be no king stronger than himself.

If there is, it should be evenly matched, rather than putting oneself at a disadvantage.

After receiving no response for a long time, He Xi knew that the problem had disappeared. Perhaps he had gone too far and made this adolescent child too self-emotional.

"Oh, it's still the same question. Do you think the throne is more important or the belief is more important? Don't rush to answer me. Think about it carefully. There is still a long time." I want her to understand some truth. There is still time now, and she can still spend it with her. .

But Kaixi didn't respond. He seemed to be thinking, struggling, and silently resisting.

The hands behind his back clenched and unclenched, whether to answer or not.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, He Xi gave her enough time to think about whether she could give a different answer this time. He Xi was waiting, tapping his fingertips on the tea table nearby, sometimes making a dull sound, sometimes making a crisp sound.

It struck the angel's heart again and again, just like a drop of water striking a stone.

After getting up, Hexi stood in front of her. From this angle, you could see her childish face. It seemed that Kesha was about the same age at that time, facing an enemy that she could not defeat theoretically.

"Think carefully here about your future and the future of angels." He put his hand on the soft blond hair, as if comforting, Kesha and the child were not the softest ones in He Xi's heart.

No matter who it is, He Xi doesn't want them to be harmed.

After Hexi left, the silver chain that bound him broke. Without the chain, he was naturally free.

However, the lock ring was still stuck around her neck. It seemed that King Tianji was cruel and would not give her a satisfactory answer.

He stood up with his hands on the ground, and the room was empty again. It had been like this all this time. He occasionally saw butterflies flying outside the window, but never saw other angels, which made him feel a little lonely.

Sitting where Hexi was sitting just now, he thought about the problem.

I remember that when I first got home, my mother asked me the same question as Yan.

What was your answer then? Faith, to faith.

Yan's answer is also faith. The throne is everywhere, but there is only one faith. It is indeed good. She has her own ideas. She puts faith first, and the throne is secondary.

However, after all this, Cathy was shaken by the answer to this question. Is belief really so important?

Even though we have been exposed to it since childhood, the order of justice has taken root in our hearts, but what is true justice? Why do I insist on this so-called justice?

Order and disorder, justice and evil, angels and demons.

They are opposite to each other, they are mutually restricted and inseparable, and they are mutually reinforcing.

"Faith, throne, God..." Looking at his hands, they were also stained with blood. It seemed that he was not the holy angel that people said, because he could also kill.

A butterfly flew into the open palm, its wings gently swept over the palm, itching slightly. Looking at the fragile life in front of me, with just one click, Kaixi could end its already short life.

It's just that its beauty made Kai Xi slightly absent-minded. She turned her wrist over like a ghost and let it rest on her fingertips, then moved it to her eyes to take a closer look.

It seems that He Xi has done this before, watching the butterflies in a daze, letting the beauty stay on his fingertips.

However, the angel who came back to his senses moved his fingers slightly, and the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away with understanding.

The angel closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, letting the flying butterfly fly away towards the window, but it burned up when the sun rose.

In the silent room, only the angel with the sun behind him could be seen.

The light lengthens the figure and extends to the door.

Outside the room, the angel leaning on the door knew exactly what had happened. His open indigo eyes were filled with light, and he sighed softly before leaving.

At present, the heaven is relatively peaceful, but He Xi feels uneasy. It seems that an unprecedented storm is about to happen and sweep over this beautiful place of life.

Before that, Kaixi needs to understand something. In fact, neither the throne nor faith is the answer in Hexi's heart.

As long as she understands what she wants to achieve, what obsession does a mother have? She just wanted her child to be safe, even if she was now being pushed to sit on that throne.

It would be nice to keep even a little bit of innocence in her heart.

If you want to sit on the Heavenly Blade, you must be brave enough to kill. War is the simplest way to build a king. Blood is the flower full of victory, and scars are the medals of victory.

If you want to sit on the foundation of the sky, you must be wise in science. Technology is the most powerful way to create a new civilization. Infinite knowledge and scientific research are waiting for researchers to arrive, adding more fun to their difficult journey.

As for Tianqi, He Xi already had a plan in mind.