The Love of Passerby A

When 9522 was caught, she was lying in the resting space, eating snacks and watching TV series!

In a blink of an eye, she was picked up by a big hand, grabbed a huge palace and threw it on the ground.

Just as 9522 was about to stand up, he was immediately pressed to the ground by a huge finger.

The owner of this hand must have obsessive-compulsive disorder, 9522 thought as he lay down.

With a wave of the hand and a gust of wind, she fell into a kneeling position, and in front of her there was a white mist, which made it completely unclear.

After a moment, a solemn male voice came from behind the white mist, without any emotion: "Su Xiangran, do you admit your guilt?"

9522, who was still kneeling on the ground, was confused by the question: "Sir, look, is there something wrong? My name is not Su Xiangran, my name is 9522."

"Su Xiangran, a peony flower demon, her name is Qianchong Wei Zi, she has been awakened for 1232 years, but she has not cultivated merits since she was awakened.

He assisted the tyrant in his evil deeds and wandered around in various small worlds, tempting others to plunder the destiny of those who had been destined by heaven.

It caused the world's barrier to become unstable, and the people who were used by it died, and innocent people suffered tragic consequences. Do you plead guilty? "The voice said slowly.

9522 was even more confused and said, "I am indeed a spirit transformed from a peony flower, but my original body has been taken away by the Lord God for many years.

Since I gained spiritual wisdom, I have been working for the Lord God. I have no idea about plundering luck.

I just followed the Lord God's instructions and let those cannon fodders follow the plot conscientiously. Their endings were already written in the Book of Destiny.

What does it have to do with me? Your Excellency has sentenced me to be guilty, but I refuse to accept it. I want to see the Lord God."

"What main god? He is just a fake god who steals luck." A voice suddenly said disdainfully, "Su Xiangran, how many years have passed? Have you forgotten your real name? Are you willing to be your 9522?"

9522 looked at the white cat slowly emerging from the shadows and exclaimed, "Xingchen, please testify for me!

It was you who told the Lord God about my spiritual enlightenment. Later, I also completed the task completely according to the procedures.

I didn't violate any rules, how come I suddenly committed a serious crime? This is unreasonable, I feel wronged!"

"You are being wronged." White Cat Xingchen cursed, "How come you still don't understand that the one who assigned you the task is not a main god at all, but a false god.

He relies on plundering the luck of others to increase his own power. You and I are his tools to control the taskers.

You don't think those taskers really retired in the end!

They all became the nourishment of that false god."

Then Xingchen immediately crawled towards the white mist and said respectfully: "Lord God, we were deceived by the false god and only worked for him.

Please give us sinners a chance to make amends, and we will do our best. "

"Xingchen, go down! We have already explained your problem clearly, just go and complete your mission!

As for Su Xiangran, I have my own arrangements." As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew up from behind the white mist, carrying the white cat away from the hall.

After all, 9522 is an old hand who has been in the small world for a thousand years. He has roughly understood the seriousness of the matter, but he dare not speak rashly. If he angers the new master, it will be troublesome.

"From today on, you will resume your real name - Su Xiangran. You will be like the previous taskers.

Go to various small worlds and live a good life on behalf of those who were cannon fodder because of your appearance.

Make up for the mistakes you have made and return the stolen luck to them.

Eliminate their resentment and get their lives back on track." The voice behind the white mist said, "If you fail, the only outcome waiting for you is destruction."

9522, no, now it is Su Xiangran, she asked hesitantly: "The luck that was stolen belongs to the people of destiny, and it is also on these people. If it changes the direction of the world's plot, it won't be my mistake again!"

"You still have the nerve to say that." Even though it was a rebuke, there was no emotion in the voice. "According to the original plot line,

These people can live their lives in peace because of the intervention of people like you.

This caused them to be retaliated by the Son of Luck, resulting in a tragic ending and overwhelming resentment.

Remember, the man of destiny will always be the favorite of heaven, and the little luck you return cannot change anything."

Su Xiangran still wanted a guarantee: "Then please give me a guarantee, my lord. If the ending changes, you can't blame me."

"I promise you." After saying that, another gust of wind blew Su Xiangran up, and she disappeared from the hall.