After enmity with the main god [quick wear]

In each small world, Yan Zhao tried his best to give Rongyu the best food, clothing, housing and transportation.They eat delicacies from mountains and seas, wear silks and satins, live in palaces and mansions, drive BMWs and luxury cars, and live a life of wealth that many people cannot dream of.

When he arrived at the Demon King's Palace, Yan Zhao realized that Rong Yu was simply enduring suffering by following him.

The majestic and magnificent palace towers into the sky, every brick of the city is a genuine gold brick, and every roof tile is a crystal clear jade tile.Looking down from the clouds, the whole palace is too big to have a panoramic view.There are pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions, shaded by heavy buildings, and the city is full of peach blossoms.Rare birds and animals are raised, exotic flowers and plants are planted, and palace servants with fluttering robes pass by.Even the real fairyland is not as beautiful as the spring here.

Yan Zhao instantly felt that the layout of the Ten Thousand Gods Realm was beyond his control.

All kinds of ferocious beasts that had made the Three Realms fearful all slept obediently on their stomachs.Without exception, they were all surrendered by the devil and brought back to the palace.One day the devil is interested, he will choose one of them as a car.

Tolerating and subduing ferocious beasts is by no means eliminating harm for the people, and it does not depend on the size of the force value. It is purely to see which one is beautiful in appearance and more attractive to drive, so it is selectively subdued.

He has such a temperament. When he sees something beautiful and likes it, he will take it for himself.

He likes the new and dislikes the old to the extreme. Every time he brings something back, it loses its novelty within a few days. He keeps it as a collection and goes out to search for new ones by himself.

But the one brought back this time should make him like it for a long time.

He had never seen such a dazzling existence except when he looked at himself in the mirror.

"This is my treasure house, and it contains all my treasures." Rong Yu pushed open a palace door and put a few new treasures in, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Yan Zhao looked at the golden treasures in the room, and nodded: "Yes, very beautiful."

He noticed the runes on the wall, the Lord God knew all languages ​​and understood that it was a number, 920 four.

He asked: "You have a total of 920 four treasures?" Rong Rong likes these, so she wants to write them down, and make a copy in the world of gods later.

"Of course not, it's No. 920 Treasure House No. [-]. Each treasure house contains a thousand items. I have too many things in my collection, and I can't fit them in one room." Rong Yu seemed surprised that Yan Zhao would ask this question, "I seem to have so poor?"

Who doesn't know that the devil robs the house and plucks the wild goose, and the four treasures of 920 are all his possessions?Who are you insulting?

Yan Zhao: "..." Poverty limited his imagination.

"These numbers are also particular. The smaller the number, the closer the treasure house is to my bedroom, and the more I like the things in it. The treasure house No. [-] contains all my favorites, which are next to my bedroom. No. [-] is the most Far away, I threw it in and never looked at it again, I don’t know if it can still be piled up... Ah, it’s time to let them expand the palace, it’s almost not enough.” Rong Yu complained in a low voice.

Yan Zhao: "..." Is this not enough?It seems that he will have to fight Qi Ye to grab the territory when he goes back.

Rong Yu said: "Come on, I'll put away the rest of the treasures."

Yan Zhao silently followed, watching Rong Yu go through dozens of treasure houses, sorting all the treasures received from the Dragon King of the East China Sea into different categories.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a ghost, he walked through his tombs full of funerals with tolerance like this.

If the Demon King doesn't understand love at all, he really loves collections, treasures, gold and silver, and glory.The deeper the understanding, the more Yan Zhao feels that there is a long way to go.

Rong Yu can accurately judge the love value of an item, and without hesitation decide whether to send it to No. 110 treasure house, No. 430 No. [-] treasure house, or No. [-] No. [-] treasure house. Not a single centimeter of deviation.

The seemingly fanatical love is actually extremely calm.

True love is irrational and immeasurable.

"Finally they're all sorted... No, there's one more thing left." Rong Yu turned his gaze to Yan Zhao, hesitating, "Where should I put the last one?"

Yan Zhao's eyebrows twitched, he was classified as an object just like those dead things.

"Just now you have seen so many treasure houses,

How does it feel? "Rong Yu asked.

Yan Zhao said, "Very good."

"Very good?" There was a hint of interest in Rong Yu's eyes, "Don't you think I'm extravagant and wasteful, a heinous crime?"

To know the origin of those things, the devil king basically snatched them from all kinds of gods and monsters.

Yan Zhao shook his head: "All the good things in the world should be yours. Whatever you like and want, I will get it for you."

Rong Yu looked at him, put his shoulder on his shoulder and smiled lightly: "Are you really a fairy? Does the heaven know that there is a traitor among them?"

Yan Zhao narrowed his golden eyes slightly: "I am only loyal to you."

He has betrayed the law, blasphemed his duties, and the only thing he will be loyal to for the rest of his life is tolerance.

"I like you more." The face and smile deepened, "Guess where you should be in my heart."

Yan Zhao looked at him: "The first location of Treasure House No. [-]."

Although it is to lower oneself to the position of a decoration, at least it can be closer.

"You are very confident." Rong Yu commented, and let go of the hand on his shoulder.

Yan Zhao's heart sank.Could it be that he is now incomparable to other dead things?

...it's a bit of a bad start.

"I allow you to be more confident." Rong Yu smiled, "You can enter my bedroom and be my bed partner."

Yan Zhao was taken aback.

...The bedroom?Bed partner?

This is... a direct entry into the room?

Rong Yu urged: "Why are you standing there? I can't wait to enter the bedroom."

Yan Zhao slowly came back to his senses, his heart was in a mess.

Is it too fast...

He started with Rong Rong as a bed partner in the doomsday, but in Rong Rong's world, is he still in this capacity?

This world is Rong Rong's first love, he can't be so casual.Before getting Rongrong's sincerity, there should be no skin-to-skin relationship.

The combination without emotion is just greedy for momentary joy, and it becomes more and more empty afterwards; being with the love in your heart is lingering and sad, with a long-lasting aftertaste.

Yan Zhao was still hesitating, but Rong Yu had already entered the gorgeous bedroom.A large carved bed is placed in the center, and the material is made of parasol wood.The parasol tree can resist the fire of the phoenix. It was originally the habitat of the phoenix, but later... it was chopped down by the devil to make a bed.

The gods and demons sometimes sleep for a long time, and Yan Yu is not as careless as Yan Zhao, who can sleep for hundreds of years sitting on a chair. His bed must be the most comfortable, so that he can sleep the most relaxed.

But none of the materials of the bed could withstand the flames he put out, and they always turned to ashes in an instant.Of course he can be restrained, but Honglian Yehuo is not a restrained temperament, so he can't even relax completely when sleeping, can it be called a good bed?

So as soon as he heard that the sycamore wood can resist fire, he hurried to the territory of the Phoenix clan to cut trees.This tree is specially inhabited by the king of the Phoenix clan, and it is definitely not inferior wood.

It is a pity that sycamore wood cannot withstand the flames of tolerance.

There is no way, let's make do, the flames have to be put away, so as not to have no bed to sleep in.

Rong Yu felt that he was really miserable. The outside world said that he was omnipotent, but they didn't know that he couldn't even sleep to his heart's content.

But now that there is the sun, he doesn't have to settle for it.

Rong Yu burned the carved bed made of sycamore sycamore into ashes without any distress: "There is room for you."

Yan Zhao, who was trying to think of the words to refuse: "...what?"

Don't you want to be a bed partner?What happened to burning the bed?Do you want to be on the ground?

For the first time, there is no need to play so wildly...

"It turned into a bed to accompany me to sleep, what's wrong? Hurry up." Rong Yu took it for granted, "I think you are quite resistant to fire, and you won't be burned to death if I don't put away the fire. You, I would love to burn while I sleep."

Yan Zhao: "..."

Is that what bed partner means...

He is dirty.

Cough, it might be better to say that Rong Rong in this period is surprisingly innocent.

After all, Yan Zhao is gentle and has experienced several worlds, experienced many battles, and his thoughts will inevitably change.

There are times when you want to be crooked.

Rongrong is not familiar with him now, she doesn't regard him as a god, but only as a bed, materialized clearly.

Although he wanted to meet Rong Yu's request, but...

Yan Zhao shook his head lightly: "I'm afraid not."

Rong Yu's eyes became dangerous: "You are the first one who dares to disobey this king's order."

"If I return to my original body, I can withstand your flame." Yan Zhao lowered his head, implying, "It's just that the floor tiles of your palace can't withstand my temperature."

He said helplessly, "I can't cause damage to your house."

Rong Yu: "..."

Suddenly there was a trace of compassion in the eyes of the devil: "It turns out that we share the same disease and pity each other."

The resonance was fleeting and turned into unwillingness, Rong Yu said in a low voice: "I finally found such a suitable material for a bed..."

"..." Yan Zhao, who was treated as a material, really revealed his distress in his heartache, angry and funny.

"It's not impossible." He still didn't have the heart to let Rong Yu down, "The ground can't stand it, I can go to the sky and become the sun, and you can sleep on me."

Rong Yu immediately said: "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I just went to the sky. I can't restrain the light. All living beings in the world will be illuminated by the sun. I promised you that it will only shine on you." Yan Zhao said.

Rong Yu thought about it, and reluctantly said: "For the sake of my sleeping comfortably, I don't mind sharing some warmth and sunshine with them."

As a demon king who subdues fierce beasts just to drive them out to look cool, Rong Yu obviously doesn't like to keep a low profile, and his personality is extremely flamboyant.

Is there anything more ostentatious than the sun being high above the sun?

No.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

One god and one demon reached a consensus and quickly flew to the sky.

As soon as he left the range of the palace, Rong Yu no longer restrained his flames.He was afraid of burning the place where he lived, but it had nothing to do with burning other places.

Seeing the flames soaring into the sky from a distance, the flying bird holding the fruit in the sky showed panic, thinking that he might not be able to go home today.

He is a harpy who has just cultivated human form, and he cannot survive under the flames of the demon king at all. He is afraid that there will be not even a single feather left.

But it is impossible for the devil to make way for him, and he can't escape the speed of the devil...

Amei is still waiting for him to come home in the den.

The red light was right in front of his eyes, and the harpy waited desperately for it to be wiped out, but saw a golden light descending and protecting him.He was stunned for a moment, and when he returned to his senses, the two rays of light, one golden and one red, had already gone away.

And he was safe and sound, not a single feather was missing from his body.

He was stunned for a long while, and suddenly he was grateful for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He flapped his wings and hurried home.

……

The temperature of the flames around Rong and his body was unimaginably high, and only Yan Zhao could stay by his side safe and sound, and he could calmly protect innocent creatures under the flames of Rong and his body.

Yan Zhao sighed softly: "When you travel... you can be more careful to avoid innocent lives."

After all, he is the main god who protects the common people. He has given up his life for tolerance, but the occupational diseases in his bones still cannot be cured.

"Even you think this king wants to restrain himself?" Rong Yu's red eyes turned cold, "I just said that I like you, and then said such annoying things. This is the way of the world where the strong are respected. Why should I wrong myself for those ants? ?”

"Ants are also living beings." Yan Zhao's tone was very gentle, not accusing and preaching, "Every living being has something to protect, and they may be being guarded by other living beings. The insignificant existence in your eyes is all others The love in my heart. I also have the heart to protect, and I understand the pain of failing to protect, and I don’t want to let them repeat the same mistakes.”

"I don't understand, I have nothing to protect. Is there anything irreplaceable in this world? Even if all the treasures in my treasury are broken, I'll go and grab them again." Rong Yu snorted, "You gods, always I just want to protect this and protect that, I can't learn it, the most important thing is to be happy."

Yan Zhao's position in Rong Yu's heart is just a bed, of course Rong Yu will not listen to him.

"There is no such or that." Yan Zhao looked at him intently, "There is only one that I really want to protect now."

Rong Yu asked casually, "Oh? Who is it?"

Yan Zhao replied seriously: "I want to protect you."

Rong Yu looked at him in surprise: "Are you not sick? I am invincible in the world, and the gods in the sky can do nothing to me. You said you want to protect me?"

"You and I are not relatives, you are a god, and you say such inexplicable words." Rong Yu's peach blossom eyes slightly bent, "Are you sent by the heaven to kill me? Those old guys finally feel relieved, and they are going to attack this king? "

Yan Zhao: "..." Rong Rong's trust in him has decreased, which is not very good.

"But it's okay." Rong Yu looked away casually, "If you make a bed in peace and contentment, this king will not do anything to you. If you have other thoughts... huh."

His warning speaks for itself.

Yan Zhao lowered his eyes.

Then he was really restless.

Of course God has other thoughts, but it is not about exterminating demons, but saving them.

……

"Sister." In the long dark night, the flying bird returned to its nest and turned into a young man, impatiently handing the fruit to another lovebird, "I found the spiritual fruit, eat it, and you can transform!"

They were originally a pair of loving lovebirds. My sister has not been able to practice transformation for a long time, and his life is approaching. He worked hard to find a spiritual fruit.

Meeting the Demon King on the way home was the most desperate moment in his life.

Fortunately, fortunately, there was that ray of golden light, which gave them the hope of surviving.

Lovebirds ate the spiritual fruit and turned into a woman, and they hugged each other excitedly for a long time.

Suddenly a golden light cut through the long night, and the red golden sun hung in the sky, illuminating everything in the world.

The lovebirds embracing each other looked up at the same time.

The banshee couldn't help asking: "What is that? I have seen such light before."

"I don't know." The male demon shook his head lightly, "But it seems...it was this golden light that saved me."

So radiant, so dazzling.

He snatched the eyes of all things, but he didn't dare to look directly at the scorching sun.

On the red golden sun, lying on the red golden sun, there is a beauty in red with loose black hair, covered in flames, breathtaking.

The sun is looked up to by all living beings, and he rests on the scorching sun.