There is always something wrong with the temple

When Wu woke up, the quilt covering his belly was still secure.

He lay comfortably in the bed.

He was obviously awake, but he didn't move.

Taking a closer look, the little Wu Su is happily closing his eyes.

The little girl looked like she was listening to a song.

Like the graceful tune coming from the depths of the void, it is soft but hasty, and the tone coming from da da adds a little fear.

As if stirring up the delusions and messy thoughts in the heart, the more you listen to the more stinging performance, the more dizzy you will be, and you will fall deeper and deeper into that illusory situation.

This music sounded terrifying, but Wu Su was very happy to hear it.

Sounds great!

In Wu Su's ears, that weird music played extremely beautifully.

The music outside the window continued, and immediately the tone was like a majestic performance thousands of miles away, and the sound that came for the first time seemed to be playing an extremely magnificent chapter.

In the extremely bright, extremely grand, and extremely vast sound, there seemed to be a strange hissing sound hidden.

Wu Su suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark bedroom, outside the drawn curtains, there should have been scattered light from the tree of bells, and that light should have illuminated this territory for a long time.

And now,

Outside Wusu's window, there should have been light,

It seemed to be blocked by some strange shadow.

Wu Su lifted the thick quilt.

He likes a thick quilt, heavy, comfortable and safe to cover.

So it took a little effort for him to open it.

Wu Su stepped on the floor with her bare feet.

In the yellow mushroom house, every floor has long been covered with thick and warm carpets, fluffy fluff protruding from the cracks between Wu Su's toes, scratching Wu Su's ankles softly.

It is very comfortable to step on.

Wu Su stepped on the very comfortable and fluffy carpet and walked to the window.

He didn't seem to see the eerie darkness outside the window,

The window was easily pushed open.

The window looks out, and the darkness enters.

Wusu raised his little hand.

slap!

At that moment, it seemed to block something that was about to rush in.

"—"

The extremely beautiful creation opened its mouth dumbly, and then the black camouflage faded away.

His forehead rested peacefully on Wu Su's palm, his gilt-gold eyes slightly closed, and the tenderness pouring out of his drooping eyelids was as frozen and eternal as ice jade, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The brilliance of the world seemed to gather on him alone.

So eye-catching, but so none other than him.

Wusu held back.

He pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "Damn, you're here."

He lost all the black snakes.

The beautiful creature opened its mouth slightly, and the weird voice leaked a few broken and obscure notes.

"—"

Wu Su was a little dazed, he actually heard clearly what the strange tone was saying.

"—" is replaced by the common language of the mainland,

It is for my Lord.

He lost too many things and remembered too little.

What is good and what is bad, he naturally has the ability to distinguish.

Even this weird and beautiful creation may be full of fear and suspicion in the eyes of others.

But when Wu Su heard this, he just nodded unhappily.

It was as if he was an ordinary mortal.

The beautiful creation stepped into Wusu's yellow mushroom house along the window.

He laughs.

Yes.

just now.

He is "mortal".

The.

He raised a finger to his lips.

The treacherous and blurred smile became bigger and bigger.

The raised eyebrows are like saying to those who read this book.

Hush

That night, Mina thought she was just taking a rest in the game.

But I didn't expect that after waking up, the feeling of sleepiness and confusion was more serious than sleeping in reality.

She couldn't recover for a while, lying in the red mushroom house as decadent as a dead dog.

"Mina, isn't your deadline today?"

Alyosha's cold voice sounded outside the door.

Mina sat up in shock in her dying illness!

Grass!

To die, her editor can be said to be the type who dies together.

If this time I really can't finish it before the deadline, maybe I really have to go to the live broadcast with her to show my face and sing.

According to Mina's opening, it is the five-tone insufficiency of the Lion's Roar.

If she really showed her face and went to the Atlantic Ocean in a live broadcast, she might have to be ridiculed to death by a few of her current gay friends!

Mina hurriedly checked her current mission.

She is a pseudo-npc of the weapon workshop, and she needs to be stationed in the workshop every day, and the daily tasks are basically related to the maintenance of weapons or the number of crafting.

And the rewards are not bad.

The system will collect the work progress currently required by the territory every day, and then distribute it to each player at will.

It is optional to receive or not, but basically no one will not receive it, and it has become their daily task.

Moving!

Moved!

In "Shenji Continent", which is as stingy as Zhou Paipi, I can still experience the daily tasks similar to "☆Net Three", it is simply... touching!

The touched Mina suddenly became sad when she saw that her task today was to help repair the blade of light of the great knight Alena.

How could it not be bad early, not bad at playing, but it happened on her deadline!

Now Mina doesn't know whether to go offline or ignore the approach of the dead line to see the blade of light?

She Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time!

And if she wants to go offline now, the maintenance workshop will have to find someone to replace her for a day... These thoughts are still spinning in Mina's mind. As soon as she left the yellow mushroom house, she saw that the expressions of the people on the street were very different.

They are usually full of vigor, but today one or two of them look very... wandering souls.

Floating as if walking.

Alesu said in a naive voice, "It seems that everyone didn't sleep very well last night."

Even the orcs, who are usually full of energy, are full of breath.

Mina thought about it too.

She really didn't sleep well.

The door of the yellow mushroom house next door opened.

Mina hurried to see, since she knew that Wusu could know the player's offline, she would tell Wusu every time she went offline.

Wusu came out slowly.

He clenches his hands into small fists and rubs his eyes.

Yawning delicately.

Mina froze.

The little Wusu was no longer wearing the pure white and flawless white robe, but a pure black robe.

Said it was long, but the corner of the robe was still dragging on the ground.

A vine was spreading quietly from the steps, rolling up the corners of Wusu's robe.

If Wu Su was wearing a white robe, the beauty would be like a deep white flower, which would last for a long time without changing the purity; but when it was changed to pure black, it would not have a sense of depravity and softness, instead it would bring out the beauty of the five people. Su Na's pure and extreme exquisite beauty is like a porcelain doll. When she raises her eyes and raises her hands, it looks like...

It seems that there is that alienated and reserved sense of distance.

This kind of beauty possesses bewilderment and attraction.

But surprisingly, it has always been neutral, with no strong presence of any bias.

And the beauty of the person who immediately stepped out behind Wu Su carried a strong impact and a huge shock.

Without leaving any room for it, he swept away all the attention in an instant, and the man's gilt golden eyes were like sharp weapons, which would sting and hurt anyone who fell on them.

Unavoidable beauty.

stabbing.

And hot.

After Mina was overwhelmed by that suffocating feeling, she found that Wu Su's sense of existence became more and more intense amidst the soft and strong aesthetic impact.

Even if there was such a man-eating beast by his side, it couldn't cover up Wusu's brilliance at all.

Just like the weird relationship between the beast trainer and the beast, the beast should be the attention-grabbing existence, but the unknown animal trainer who pulls the rein of the beast is undoubtedly the leader in the relationship between the two.

After Mina came back from a daze, she suddenly had a lot of inspiration, and only had time to make a gesture with Wu Su to go offline, and then disappeared immediately.

As soon as Wusu finished yawning, Mina left.

Wusu's small fists slowly loosened, and he clenched his new robe tightly with a little grievance.

The feeling of joy is also gone.

Wu Su was always quiet. He slowly took out the map of the territory from the translucent frame, then watched the disappearing light spot of the weapon workshop, and slowly moved the dwarf master who ranked second in the territory over.

Michael was originally carrying a hoe.

What he needs to go to today is the vegetable field.

Before he reached the vegetable field, he heard someone calling him, "Michael, wait a minute, your name has appeared in the conference hall!"

That meeting hall was originally requested by Alena.

The situation in the territory, in the view of Aliena Wolf, is naturally not enough anywhere.

The place where the lord resided should have been a large estate, with castles, woodlands, gardens, and responsible stewards and servants.Now this situation has already wronged the lord, at least there is still a meeting room!

Under Aliena's approval, a small and exquisite meeting hall was built.

Except for the Adventurer's Union and the two mushroom houses.

The Chamber is already the best and most beautiful building on Second Avenue.

The street where the Adventurer's Guild is located is called First Street.

Counting the two newly opened streets, they are naturally the second street and the third street!

Talking to Michael was a person who had transformed from a fallen person like him, named Joseph.

After waking up, the fallen are actually exactly the same as ordinary people. They don't know anything about the events during the fall. If they want to recall desperately, they can only think of some broken images that are distorted and frightening.

Joseph said with a smile, "Mina from the Weapons Workshop has something to do, and I need you to temporarily replace her today."

If Joseph hadn't seen the shimmering light inside the meeting room when he passed by, he poked in and took a look curiously, and he wouldn't have known that there was a huge board hanging in the meeting room.

It will show those decisions made by the lord.

The decision made by the little lord today is,

Let Michael take Mina's job for a day.

Going to the vegetable field is also doing it, and going to the weapon manufacturing workshop is also doing it.

Michael nodded and went.

Then the territory became lively.

Michael, the weapon master, seemed to help Alena Grand Knight's Blade of Light to a higher level.

It is not easy to upgrade spiritual weapons!

In the bustling territory, something is not quite right.

In fact, it is not a fixed place.

It's a place to move around.

No matter where Wu Su and the golden-eyed man behind him went, there was silence.

Without him.

Beauty beyond human nature is always shocking.

But if someone heard the conversation between him and Wu Su, it would be a little funny.

"Please give me a name."

This was the request of the golden-eyed man when Wu Su just woke up (for the second time).

Wu Su worked hard.

"Helios or Mephisto?"

Mephisto smiled.

After Mina got off the game, she rushed to draft in the dark.

The result of the burst of inspiration is that Mina's fingers are flying on the keyboard. If the editor sees that speed, she will definitely be moved to the point of crying.

When she came back to her senses, the lights outside the window first came on.

Only the afterglow of the desk lamp and the finished manuscript remained on the computer desktop.

Mina breathed a sigh of relief.

Hurry up and save the completed manuscript and send it to the editor, then move her limbs to the kitchen to look for food, and crawl back after eating a few casual bites... She was thinking about the game.

Lying back in the game cabin, Mina didn't go into the game immediately, but ran to the forum to have a look.

One of the hot posts on the forum is Han Qiu's post, because it talks about things that Mina knows very well, so Mina has always been lacking in interest.

Then she saw a hot post that was just posted today.

Although it was posted today, the number of replies has already reached thousands!

[The gods wake up one after another? 】

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1l The world is under my feet

As for mortals who pursue God, who can hold back delusional thoughts in the vast knowledge and the leap of different dimensions?

Hold back the majestic power?

Resist the desire to prostrate at the feet of the gods?

Man is to God what an ant is to man.

Right or wrong.

There is no right or wrong.

The identity of the host is a member of the Knights of the Flot Kingdom, and the church he believes in is the Mother Earth.The host is probably a senior backbone of the knight order, so he knows a lot of news... I heard that the Earth Mother cultists all over the mainland are very active, and their daily prayers are beginning to be answered.

For example, in order to try, the landlord once set up a prayer ceremony, hoping that the ten mu of land under my name would have a better harvest.As a result, two days later, the farmer I hired told me that there was still half a month before the autumn harvest, and the harvest of my ten acres of land was ten times more than last year!

What a concept!ten times!Although this is a trivial matter, compared to the previous prayers that were not answered at all, does it mean that the sleeping gods are starting to wake up!

……

After reading the Roaring Emperor's post, Mina was somewhat interested in what he said.

After that attack, the people in the Dark Forest basically knew it. Other gods might not know it, but the Mother Earth must have awakened.

Although the players were in a bit of a hurry, after all, some of them believed in the Mother Earth Goddess.

But after all, it is a game, and in their view, it is at best a matter of casting the wrong camp like "☆Net Three".

But Mina and the people in their team knew that this might be... no longer just a game.

Mina is a nerd.

And it's a dead house where day and night are turned upside down.

She is well aware of her physical fitness, if she climbs three floors of stairs, she will die.

But today, Mina has been typing like crazy for more than ten hours, and after finishing writing, she is tired, even her fingers don't have cramps or pain.

This may be the benefit of those few attribute increases.

In their team, Hugo was the most stable and sober person. He didn't say anything to tell the others, and they never said anything about it.

It's just that as the process of the Dark Forest and the game is getting closer and closer to high-level things, Mina is faintly worried.

She continued to flip through the posts, and those controversial words... seemed to be true.

[The gods wake up one after another? 】

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754l spring summer autumn winter

This seems to be true. During this period of time, the constraints of both the church and the nobles have been strengthened a lot, and it feels like a storm is coming.

755l dog k go die die die die

This is so fucking real, do you know what's going on in Rosa Kingdom?

The Corn Bills!

The "Corn Act" that is riding horses is being debated whether to abolish or not, and it is too noisy to watch!

I'm not supposed to be a member of parliament... I should be a knight, can't I?

756l I want to eat octopus

The author's writing is too sensational... But as a night watchman, I just want to say that there have been too many fights in the area under my jurisdiction recently... Shouldn't the dogs of these God of War believers sweat on the battlefield?

Fighting every day is a fart, God of War cultists, get out of here!

Does your boss make you guys fight every day if he wakes up?

757l grams of total sugar

I am a student of the Mage Tower, and I heard that a genius mentor in our Mage Tower, a genius in his [-]s and [-]s who is already a great magician (mistake, teacher) was invited to explore a ruin, and all the students he brought were lost in it ...I heard that most of the magic power of the ruins had dissipated, but suddenly came back to life for some reason... It seemed that the god who had been silent for a long time had revived...

758l mob jump trap

Why is there no God of Alchemy, or God of Steam?

You know those things that group of alchemist lunatics invented, I look so hot, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Posts keep sliding down.

Mina, who was obsessed with reading the posts, didn't know that there were new posts crazily surging on the forum. If counted by the number, it was almost comparable to the day when "Shen Silence Continent" was released.

Click Search,

Type in "god".

Then select the latest arrangement.

Number of new posts: 1389[]

Mage Tower.

There is not only one tower.

The stretching towers seem to be covered with thick luster.

Masters of different departments have different hobbies.

Space mages have a unique preference for many gold and silver materials, especially Karan's mage tower.In addition, Callan Smith is an elf race, so he has a persistent preference for this.

In Karan's mage tower, there was silence.

The attic at the spire is Karan Smith's favorite place to stay.

Behind the thick dark blue bed curtain lay an extremely weak zombie.

He said it was a zombie because the skin of the face and the flesh of the limbs were so wrinkled that they clinged to the bones, and it just outlined the appearance of a living corpse. The messy dry hair at the back of the head did not show the elegance of the past.

If someone said that this is the former genius Callan Smith, some people would definitely laugh at him.

The person in the bed is weak.

The person leaning against the bed took two deep breaths, and after the living zombie nodded tremblingly, he tore open two scrolls.

The milky white light instantly devoured the zombie on the bed frame, and the majestic vitality almost hungrily eroded Callan Smith's body.

From dry to full.

Inch by inch, minute by minute, the turbulent vitality even made Karan a little afraid.

The black-haired mage looked at Teacher Karan happily, and he naturally felt the beauty of this healing scroll.

But not as profound as Karan.

The spell of the healing scroll is constant, but the effect depends on the injury.

Big is big, small is small.

So Arthur originally thought that at most it could alleviate the injury.

Unexpectedly, Karan fully recovered!

Callan Smith's originally withered face turned rosy, his long white and dry hair turned back to its original silvery luster, and his stern and thin face was sticking to the bones, showing a dry and thin look.

The unique beauty of the elves only slightly weakened the coldness, but added a little indifference.His pair of Arthur-like blue eyes were full of seriousness, but when they fell on Arthur, there was a little kindness occasionally.

The decadent and unbearable atmosphere skyrocketed, reaching its peak.

The Mage Tower knew that the famous Karan Smith had recovered.

This is a good thing.

Karan is Arthur's mentor in the Mage Tower.

Teaching apprentices is one of the duties of a mage who remains in the mage tower.

If you enjoy the resources in the tower, you need to pay a price.

Callan Smith was impatient, but he was still dedicated to the apprentices he accepted. Among them, Arthur was not the most talented, nor the most flattering.

Although Karan remembered him, he only regarded him as an ordinary student.

A year ago, Karan went out to explore and brought some of the most talented apprentices with him, but all of them were lost in the dangerous area of ​​exploration, and Karan who came back was even more entangled in curses.

Karan is a rare genius. He became the master of a tower in his thirties. The Mage Tower naturally does not want to see such a legendary mage fall.

Of course, the place Karan can go to is not an ordinary dangerous place, no matter what the mage tower is...

Everyone knew that this legendary mage was about to die.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Arthur, the most humble apprentice, saved him.

Arthur didn't care what others thought, but he was overjoyed.

At the beginning, Arthur's talent was mediocre, and none of the mentors in the Mage Tower wanted to accept him as an apprentice.If he couldn't become an apprentice, Arthur, who was kicked out, would never have the chance to learn spells again.

In the end, it was Karan who clicked on him casually and let Arthur in.

No matter how strict and serious Karan's character is, Arthur has always been grateful for the original favor.

This is also the reason why he took the task in a hurry when he saw the reward of the healing scroll in the tavern.

Maybe it's fake.

But what if it was true?

Although……

Arthur shivered silently.

Although it was something obtained from the land abandoned by the gods.

"Good boy." Karan looked at Arthur with unusual kindness in his eyes, but he was always serious and harsh, and he was rarely so gentle, and his expression was a little stiff, but the expression was in place.

He nodded to the few people outside, and waved them all out, leaving Arthur alone, and said gently: "Do you know why I took those few with me this time?"

Arthur shook his head.

Although Karan's face was gloomy, his tone was good, "It is rumored that the Mother Earth has awakened."

Arthur's face changed slightly.

Most mages believe in the god of knowledge and wisdom.

The Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the Church of the Mother Earth can be said to have their own frictions.

Although from Arthur's barren mind, he couldn't think of the reason for the dispute between the two gods, but the relationship between the two churches was generally a fact.

Once the Goddess of the Earth Mother really wakes up, it means that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom may decline.

Karan said heavily: "I intended to look for the traces left by my lord in the past, but I didn't expect to enter a ruin by mistake. Although I was cursed, but..."

Arthur saw the "but".

Callan Smith's vigorous strength tore each other and surged.

The energy that belongs exclusively to the space surged and roared, and finally condensed into a book in Karan's palm.

Arthur shakes!

The god of knowledge and wisdom does not have a statue, but books are synonymous with him.

Arthur understood the metaphor of Karan's mentor, and he was ecstatic.

"My lord..."

"My Lord is coming!"

What is love like?

Love wants to live,

The evil desires its death.

When you are ecstatic, it is like an angel descending, and when you are disgusted, it is like depravity and filth. In the beautiful singing of troubadours, there are often only singing and lingering love flowing.

In the generations of epics, love and desire have always run through the long river of time.

Pitya, West End.

Emma hangs the laundry to dry, and prepares to go out to catch the next job.

It's the social season recently, there are a lot of various banquets, and a lot of manpower is needed.

Although it is impossible to get into the banquet with the appearance of Emma, ​​there is still a chance to do a dozen part-time jobs.

Occasionally there are rare opportunities like this in the West, and these need to be grabbed.

Emma needs to get ready early.

She sent her son off to the church school, cut his hair, put on her best suit of clothes—that is, clean and wrinkle-free—and closed the door.

Turning around, Emma bumped into a generous and warm chest.

The tall man supported Emma's shoulders, his eyes that were as warm as the sea made Emma shrink back, she struggled to retreat, "You are..."

This must be a gentleman.

His custom-made suit cost at least a dozen pounds, and his shoes were even more shiny, so clean that he shouldn't have set foot on the land of the West End.He wore one: "Emma, ​​this is Andrew."

Andrew?

Emma was a little dazed.

Andrew, Andrew...

This name seems to coincide with someone hidden behind the bright sun in memory.

The only impulse of weak Emma.

Let her be smashed, let her fall from a country gentleman's daughter to a West Ender who needs to work for a living.

Just a few years.

——The song of love seems to be flowing slowly.

Her eyes were blurred for a moment, and her fingers slowly touched Andrew's handsome face.

Love.

Love.

Noisy, full-bodied, unconcealable.

Almost gushing out of the throat, is love.

Andrew put his arms around her and said softly: "I am now working for Earl Wolfe's eldest son Adolf Wolfe. I am not the brat I used to be. You take the child and go with me?"

With gentle whispers and comforted by gentle wind and light rain, Emma took the children and left the West District with Andrew for the Central District.

After Emma and the child were settled, Andrew took a carriage to a luxurious and low-key mansion.

This is one of the properties owned by Adolf Wolf, who recently lived here.

Coming out to receive Andrew is the housekeeper in this house.

After chatting with Andrew for a few words, he took the things Andrew handed over and hurried to the study.

The study room is full of brown tones. After opening the door, there is soft music. A young gentleman is standing by the window tasting wine. He has the same pair of eyes as Alena Wolfe, which seems to be inherited from them. parents.

Wine tasting is Adolf Wolf's hobby.

When he saw the butler come in, he put the wine glass on the desk casually.

Swah——

Adolf Wolff looked at the reports from all over the territory sent by the steward, his handsome brows were frowned, and he asked seriously, "Why are there so many disputes?"

The housekeeper is a serious old man, his hair is all gray, but his waist is still very strong.

He said slowly: "That's right, and there are many disputes between some forestry guards and gardeners in the manor. After being checked one by one, there is no trace of heretics interfering."

The butler remembered Andrew's last few words, leaned over and said in Adolf's ear, "According to ecclesiology, there are basically all of them, but most of them are from the Church of God of War."

The Wolfe family has always been believers in the Lord of Dawn, so it doesn't hurt to directly call the God of War as a steward.

This is the case with righteous gods, even if they have been asleep for many years, they are still more organized than those evil gods.

It is often heard that the cultists who directly called the evil god's honorable name were swallowed up out of thin air, even the belt and bone disappeared without a trace, and even transformed into fallen people on the spot, causing a lot of trouble.

Therefore, even if it is easy to gain more power by going astray, people are still willing to take the bright road whenever they have the opportunity.

Adolf frowned, looked at the scenery outside the manor, and suddenly sighed.

"Have you found your sister yet?"

The butler was silent.

That's enough answer.

Just when the mainland was full of doubts and excitement because of more and more godsends, more and more gods, and more sensitive responses.

The Dark Forest was as calm as a pool of water.

No.

Those who are working in full swing don't know the Eastern Han Dynasty. It must be said.

This is not playing a game at all!

It's the game playing him!

Is this for fun?

This is simply that reality moves bricks, and games also move bricks!

Realistic moving bricks can at least make his wallet bulge, what can moving bricks in the game do!

Does it make his mental state bulging?

I don't know Donghan: This seems to be true...

hate it!

I don't know that Dong Han felt that he was shaking, but he got used to being abused.

I was detained by the system every day to engage in radical activities.

Pooh.

Engage in infrastructure!

I don't know that when the Eastern Han Dynasty dug the foundation and climbed out of the pit, I saw the little lord and his man walking by not far away...

Huh?

Is there something wrong with this wording?

That's it!

That's what they're talking about!

Wusu looked at the translucent frame, and then opened the system prompt

[Shrine awakening progress: 30]

Wu Su still remembered the last time the system prompted.

This progress is only 15.

I won't see you for a day.

The progress of this system has taken a big leap forward, directly doubling.

Wusu pinched the translucent frame and looked at Mephisto.

Mephisto looked at him tenderly.

It looked like the big ball back then, the black cloud behind it, and the black feathered snake.

Seems like it hasn't changed.

Wu Su sat in front of the trade union counter, shaking her short legs.

And behind the counter that no one could see, Mephisto was sitting on the ground.

His posture is very casual and loose, and his slender body freely stretches his body lines.

Wu Su's dark eyes reflected a little Mephistopheles.

He was leaning on Wusu's lap.

Wu Su reached out to touch Mephisto's golden eyes.

His tender little voice joyfully expressed his liking, "It looks good!"

Mephisto closed his eyes meekly under Wusu's touch.

It's like a beast restraining the aura of its whole body, curling itself up, trying to use such a docile posture in exchange for more love.

If there is any pity, it is to make the beast lose its sharp claws and fangs.

But also willingly.

Wusu's fingers paused slightly.

He raised his head slightly, as if he saw something.

Immediately bowed his head.

Continue to look at Mephisto.

The joyful little voice lowered, "Bad bad."

Five Su when talking bad.

It's a grievance, it's low, it's a gentle reproach.

To some extent, the appearance of Mephisto has brought about many changes.

Just like the forum is arguing fiercely.

The age of the gods is coming that some fierce crowds are looking forward to, and it's more fun to play this way.

Of course, there are also practical people who are talking about the impact of the existence of gods on people's lives.

Many years ago, the sleeping gods only responded to the prayers of the church with pure honor.

Isn't it also a very nourishing life?

And sudden big changes will inevitably bring about deeper changes.

If the gods in "Shenji Continent" wake up, to some extent, it is not a good thing.

Mephisto lowered his head.

"Please punish."

This world can't bear too much invasion, only this tiny power is the limit.Mephisto was a little dissatisfied with this frail body, but he was still attached to the fingers that were still on the eyelids.

That tiny temperature almost burned Mephisto's body.

Fearing too little and demanding more.

Even blame is fine.

Wu Su sighed slightly.

He poked Mephisto's forehead with his soft fingers.

Five sous was originally a blank sheet of paper.

Hugo Mina and the other five painted the first thick strokes, then Aliena, and then more and more people who needed him to be responsible for.

The colors are more and more romantic, with all the brilliance, it is an endless scroll of chapters.

Whether it is the five sous in the past or the five sous now.

Five sous are five sous.

Wusu held a small seed.

This is the seed that Michael stuffed in his hand with a silly smile when he came out of the meeting room.

The little seed lay chubby in Wusu's hand.

Weak life feeds the little seeds.

The green seedlings burst out, and the delicate greenness curled up.

Immediately, the rhizome condensed, and the branch slowly grew out, a pocket-sized sapling swaying golden leaves tenderly in Wusu's palm.

This is actually a golden sapling.

Mephisto looked at him without blinking, watching the miracle that only this one could be born.

— Creation.

That little seed was originally rapeseed.

Wusu slowly inserted the newborn plant into Mephistopheles' hair.

Long golden hair, golden eyes, and golden saplings.

Wusu has no preference for color.

But Wusu likes Mephisto like this.

punishment...

Wu Su crossed the swaying small task board in the task release area and saw the small refresh window.

The people in the territory knew that Mephisto was not a good guy from the first day they knew him.

Mephisto is extremely gentle and lingering towards Wu Su.

If it wasn't for Wusu's liking to walk on short legs, Mephisto could even cover Wusu's walking.

Mephisto's gaze on Wusu is too hot, too gentle, and too concerned, it seems that everything in the world is not as important as Wusu's.

But once Mephisto's line of sight leaves Wusu, that moment is like the transpiration and change of ice and fire.

Mephisto, who was looking at Wusu, those golden eyes were like the melting sun, extremely warm.

And everything other than Wusu is just mud...

No, when thinking this way, Han Qiu changed his mind.

Not slime.

That is indifference.

It was arrogant alienation.

Except for Wusu, everything in the world can no longer enter Mephisto's eyes.