The Protagonist Makes You Retreat About Thirty Miles

Ye Mingjun lost his temper.

When the Immortal still didn't speak after returning to the Ark, Ji Mo finally confirmed this.He didn't expect Ye Mingjun to ask that question suddenly, but subconsciously replied, "That's not the love that Xianjun is looking for, you don't need to understand."

So, is there a problem with this sentence?

Not to mention that his stomach hurts when he mentions that cheating son. First of all, how many writers can talk about their love for characters with the level of social fear of these dead houses? This is not typing on the keyboard. What is the difference between the world expressing such things in words and public executions?

Moreover, it would be too embarrassing for the coach to let Ye Mingjun, who doesn't even know what love is, understand the complex issue of love. He didn't even understand the textbook for the difficult course "Self-cultivation in Love" ah.

He was not used to the fairy who suddenly quieted down and stopped being noisy, and unconsciously, he secretly observed the people behind him with insatiability. Perhaps it was because the main body was a pearl, Ye Mingjun's temperament was as gentle as jade even if his expression was plain. It is an ancient artifact with a high cultivation base, but it doesn't have the slightest edge.However, when he no longer had a smile on his face all the time, and walked past the person like a breeze, he suddenly felt alienated as if the person would walk away on the clouds at any time.

"Mr. Ye Ming."

In the end, it was Ji Mo who broke the silence first, and found that the immortal looked at him immediately. He pointed to the picture scroll that was thrown out for the tenth time, and sighed helplessly, "Do you have to prove that you are angry by throwing the system?"

"angry?"

Trying to understand this new emotion with some doubts, Ye Mingjun still shook his head, "No, I'm just... not so happy."

Although I always felt that the sky was getting dark too slowly before, but now that the night really fell, I suddenly lost the joyful mood.It's like finding out that there are not many familiar faces in Tianting. It's not a very uncomfortable thing, it's just that I suddenly lost the interest to continue messing around.

Anyway, whether it is the immortals or Ji Mo, they all hope that he can be quiet like an ordinary magic weapon.

Are you sure it's okay?How do I feel that this is the difference from an inflated balloon to an instant leak?

Glancing at him suspiciously, Ji Mo realized that he still wanted to see the bloated Ye Mingjun even more, so he just pushed open the door and said calmly, "Come in, it's agreed, I'll accompany you tonight."

They wandered around for a long time after returning, and now it was not far from the curfew time, and the ark was very quiet.

Back in the room, Ji Mo poured him a cup of tea, loosened the hair that the fairy had tied up for him in the morning, and opened the window, the cool moonlight became the only light source in the room.

Ji Mo never lit a lamp, and he never changed this habit even when he came to the ark. Standing in the dark, he seemed to find a sense of security. He leaned on the soft couch in front of the window, leaning on the window edge with his arms on his pillow, his black hair soft and smooth. Scattered between the neck and arms, after a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly: "Xianjun, now I can answer any questions you may have."

In the past, Ye Mingjun had never entered Ji Mo's room at night. He never thought that this person would hide alone in the darkness like this every night, and he would feel deserted just by looking at him.Without touching the tea, he sat lightly beside Ji Mo, and expressed his doubts again, "You said that you will never have the emotion of love, is it because you gave it to others?"

In fact, he still doesn't understand what love is, but Ji Mo's tone as if everything has nothing to do with him makes him feel rejected, and he doesn't hate being touched when he seems indifferent in the past. Similarly, Ji Mo at that time really didn't allow him to get closer.

"Ye Mingjun, people are born to love all kinds of things, but not every kind of love can last forever and be irreplaceable."

Of course Ji Mo knew where the problem was, he just didn't want to recall the past, even though he knew he would have to face it sooner or later, he still didn't dare to let himself touch the scars of the past.His courage has long been exhausted, and now he is timid and afraid of pain, and he can't help hiding alone in the dead of night, and his life is really not very good.

I'm not a child, and I can't always use evasion to solve problems.Now that Ren Qingya has made a move, it's time to tell Ye Mingjun something.

Turning around with a sigh, he leaned his back on Lord Ye Ming, and used the body temperature of the immortal to dissipate a bit of the night's chill. This was the first time he recalled the events of the year in front of people.

"Since you know Lao Wang, you should also know that for us, a book with several million words is normal, and it is considered fast to finish it in two to three years. I wrote "White Deer and Green Cliff" for two years, maybe In the eyes of Xianjun, it is just a blink of an eye, but it is half of my college life. At that time, roommates either participated in club activities to fight for the future, or played in groups and enjoyed life, and I was creating Ren Qingya. "

At that time, I couldn't give up the course, because I had to ensure that there was still a job as a retreat in the future. Every time I had free time, I would go back to the dormitory and sit in front of the notebook to open documents.Thinking about it now, it's natural not to have a girlfriend, after all, there is no time to get to know others.

Unexpectedly, when this topic was brought up again, his mood was still calm. Ji Mo guessed that he was really honed by Ye Mingjun, so he let himself rest his head on the shoulder of the immortal, and said calmly: "So when we first met, he called me It’s not wrong to be a father, after all, I did give him my time and youth.”

Ji Mo had a dream that day. In the dream, the white deer he cared about the most kept calling him. He searched for the sound without hesitation. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the vast snowfield of Yaozhou .

Then, the pure white deer demon came over the snow, eyes full of harmless aura looked at him in surprise and curiosity, every move was the same as the character in his imagination.

"Young people will inevitably be more passionate. At that time, I just arrived in this world and found that it was messed up by the characters we created. I thought to myself, I am the author, of course the mess caused by the characters must be done by the author. Clean up, my protagonist is a gentle, obedient and obedient herbivore, under my guidance, he will definitely become the strongest to calm the world and end this troubled world."

Now recalling the childish thoughts at that time, Ji Mo's expression was only a hint of sarcasm, he didn't recall the experience of that time in detail, but just tried to keep calm to state the facts,

"With my information, Ren Qingya subdued all the celestial beings in the north, and Yaozhou grew step by step. But, I forgot, this is no longer a role for me to write a paragraph, and the more celestial beings come into contact with More and more, he began to understand the knowledge of other worlds, and slowly, he also had doubts about me."

In fact, he was very happy at the beginning. The protagonist he created with all his heart came alive, and respected him as the father in the story. He could watch the child become the master of the world step by step. For the author, this It is a very happy thing in itself.

It's a pity that he is not the old demon king in the story who sacrificed everything to protect his son, he is the "god" who determines the fate of Ren Qingya's wandering life.

"Later, there was a person who read some of my memories with a spell. Ren Qingya, who knew the truth, asked me a lot of information, which is the information about the gods. I lied to him that if the gods die, they will be created by the gods. There is no future for the celestial beings, and other gods will definitely start looking for me when they hear the news of my death. He doesn’t know if it’s true or not, but in the end he let me live like this.”

At that time, with the polygraph array, it was difficult for him to hide anything, so he could only try his best to mislead their train of thought, and he didn't know how effective it was, because the meridians were only destroyed, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost his mind.

It was only then that I realized that the hardships that everyone has been accustomed to in novels are not simple things at all.

"No matter how many trials and tribulations you have experienced, as long as you keep going with firm belief, you will be able to usher in a happy ending? It's so easy to say... Then please experience it for yourself, father."

This was the last sentence Ren Qingya said to him. At that time, the one who took away Ji Mo's eyes was the Neverwinter Sword that he almost scratched his bald hair just by naming it. The one who held the sword was written by him in 769 days and nights. people.

And he seemed to have no memory other than the pain.

Thinking about it now, at that time he was just a mortal who made up stories, he had never experienced real hardship, and he had never enjoyed the life of a high-ranking official. Complaining, the happiest thing is to add one or two things that you want in your life... In this way, he has to take on the responsibility of God and create a celestial being who can take the lives of thousands of people with every gesture. It's really ridiculous up.

"This is the relationship between me and Ren Qingya. It's good if Xianjun knows about it. In the future, he can always be on guard against Yaozhou."

In the end, Ji Mo only summed up his past with such a plain sentence. Ye Mingjun knew that he still had a lot of things to tell him, but he didn't want to ask any more questions at this time, and just stretched out his arms to hug him. , sighed softly: "Why do you always like to pretend that you don't feel pain at all?"

"Because I know that crying is useless, all I can do is endure."

"I used to be a person who pursued perfection. Even if I saw the reality clearly, I would not give up some unnecessary attachments. I obviously didn't have the strength to do whatever I wanted, but I always thought how to know the result if I didn't try hard. Feelings It has always been difficult to have both power and power, but I wanted them all, so I was so greedy, so I ended up like this.”

Calmly looking back at himself in the past, Ji Mo found that he was almost able to analyze the past now, which might be a good thing.

Touching the innocence that has now replaced his eyes, he sighed softly: "I named the innocence. To warn myself, I must learn to choose and give up."

If he really wanted to level Heaven and Man, he should have brought Ren Qingya under control when he had no doubts about him, but at that time, he was reluctant to treat his protagonist like this.

He not only wants to end the chaos between heaven and man, but also wants Ren Qingya to have a stable and happy life, just like the happy ending in the story, the protagonist is happy, the world is peaceful, and everyone is happy.

However, in reality, how can it be so easy to conquer the world?

He was not willing to make a move, but Ren Qingya was willing, so he lost.

Perhaps facing the weakness brought about by memories, it was rare for Ji Mo to let the immortal hug him without struggling. Ye Mingjun seemed to have a kind of magical power that calms the mind. When Ye Mingjun is together, he will unconsciously confide in him, is it because he wants to be understood by this person?

"Ye Mingjun, many times I don't know how to treat you. Once Ren Qingya really makes a move, the only thing I can rely on is you, so I tell myself to coax you and let you in. But every time I am with you, It's hard for me to control my words and deeds rationally..."

Recalling his more and more out-of-control behavior with some troubles, Ji Mo suddenly turned around, and the fairy beside him had returned to his previous appearance, his soft eyes were only staring at him, as if he would agree to any request he made.

In fact, he knows that as long as he shows weakness, Ye Mingjun can instantly forget his temper. However, people will never get angry with their own cats. Can this be understood as the current Ye Mingjun not only treats him as a pet? ?

Thinking of this, the chill brought by the past was suddenly dispelled. Now that the purpose of appeasement had been achieved, Ji Mo also straightened up, and his expression returned to his indifference, "Xianjun, it's almost an hour, get ready to go back to the room."

Seeing the person who was still lying in his arms together and immediately drove him out, even if he knew that Ji Mo would turn his face every time he came back to his senses, Ye Mingjun couldn't help but paused, and finally he could only helplessly say: "You clearly know that I I love you so much, that's why I've been acting like a baby to me, but after provoking me, I'm not allowed to touch you, turn around and run away, really cunning."

Wait, what's with the nasty wording?I just coaxed you a few words, do you need to expand like this?

Hearing this, Ji Mo trembled, and got up to stay away from the dangerous immortal, "Xianjun, I think you have misunderstood human behavior."

However, at this time, Ye Mingjun had planned it long ago, and even threw out the map of the mountains and rivers, and before he got up, he stepped forward and pressed the person on the soft couch, "But I won't let you escape every time."

Because you showed the wounds in front of me and kept looking at me with a begging expression, so this time, you will not be allowed to hide in the dark again to whitewash all the wounds alone.

"Ye Ming-jun, stop playing..."

This posture made Ji Mo a little embarrassed. His body was pressed together, and the fairy's long snow-white hair was hanging by his ears. No matter how he moved his eyes, he couldn't ignore the eyes of the other party who was close at hand. Looking at himself little by little, he didn't know what Ye Mingjun wanted to do, so he could only grab the other's skirt nervously.

Just when he was at a loss, Ye Mingjun finally looked at him, his eyes were surprisingly serious, "Ji Mo, no matter how powerful the ancient artifact is, it is only a magic weapon. What can change the world is to use my god. If you If you want to obtain an artifact, you must have enough confidence and courage to control it."

Unexpectedly, he would say such a sentence suddenly, Ji Mo couldn't understand it for a while, "What do you mean?"

"Sacred artifacts cannot exert their true power if no one uses them. When Emperor Xi left, he gave all the ancient artifacts to the gods. Only I chose to become a free immortal, so I am still a thing without an owner. The criteria for choosing the owner of the artifacts are different. It's different, but there is only one test for the Xihuang Enlightenment Pearl—to ask the heart."

Said the words in a soft voice that shocked Ji Mo, but Ye Mingjun did not comfort him with a smile like before. At this moment, all the brilliance of the stars converged in the eyes of the immortal, and the light that was as bright as haze but soft as water slowly enveloped Looking at the person who was forced to look directly at him in the whole space, he spoke slowly,

"The person I choose will show the heavens your virtues and abilities. If you have the heart of the sun and the moon, you will be my god."

Different from the soft and brisk words of the immortals in the past, this sentence is like an ancient voice full of time and precipitation, long and long, round and thick, it is the voice of heaven and earth issued by Xihuang Qimingzhu's body, the most solemn declaration of God in the world.

Looking at Ji Mo who was stunned by him for a moment, Ye Mingjun smiled, and quietly let go of his grip, and only gently stroked the young man's hair.

It has been a long time since Emperor Xi left to speak in this tone. After all, at that time he was the crown jewel that symbolized the majesty of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and every word he said was the will of heaven that all immortals must obey. Such nonsense.

Only those who have never given up their brilliance in the dark like the night pearl can control the Xihuang Qiming Pearl. Can this cute little guy do it?

Although there is still something lacking, with this hope, you can somehow regain some of your own courage and self-confidence.As long as I can see your smiling face from time to time in the future, it will be worth it to gamble on my future freedom.

"Mr. Ye Ming..."

"However, it is not so easy to get the approval of Xihuang Qimingzhu. At least, you still need to grow up well now."

Interrupting the other party's complicated words with his usual tone, and seeing Ji Mo's expression that hesitated to speak, Ye Mingjun gently pulled the other party's mask down, feeling the reaction of the other party's tense body for a moment, knowing that he was afraid of falling into the trap. In the darkness, the immortal only took half of Insatiable, then leaned over and kissed the smooth forehead, and said softly,

"So, good night, my sweet little god."