Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

The pill entered the mouth, with some fragrance, He Louming swallowed it and looked at Qingyuan, and found that he was also looking at himself, Qingyuan asked, "How do you feel?"

He Louming pondered for a while, and smacked his lips, "It's okay."

I just took it and there was no reaction. If I had any, my mouth felt sweet, there was a warm current in my abdomen, and I was still a little sleepy, but that might not be because of the pills...

After thinking about it, he became a little distracted, and He Louming glanced over Qingyuan little by little. Now he was dressed neatly, without even a single wrinkle, and in a blink of an eye he looked clean and gentle again, just like the aggressive man just now. people are not at all different.

He Louming lazily said, "You will sleep with me for a while." He felt very sleepy, and had to rely on sleep to replenish his energy.

Qingyuan lay down beside him, he tilted his head and looked at the person next to the pillow little by little, He Louming was much more obedient with his eyes closed than with his eyes open, his nose bridge was high and his lips were lightly pursed, and his sleeping face was very pure.

He closed his eyes and hugged him, but opened them again in an instant, his pupils shrank almost imperceptibly, his forehead had already touched He Louming's, and his spirit penetrated into the Lingfu.

He Louming's Lingfu was scattered, and the devilish energy overflowed outwards. During the period, six streamers collided randomly, occasionally touching each other and then quickly bounced off, disturbing the Lingfu's peace.

Qingyuan lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at He Louming thoughtfully. Now the six spirits have been brought back, but they haven't merged together. The main spirit is injured, and he will remain in a coma like this.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, looked at the person who seemed to be asleep, and said helplessly, "You really don't let me worry."

I thought it was all over this time, but I didn't expect that the pieces of spirits hadn't merged together at all, so it seemed that I had to go to another world.

He lightly pinched that face, with connivance and pampering in his tone, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have messed around with you."

But after all, the small world is still going.

Qingyuan slowly closed his eyes, his soul left with He Louming.

——Shenyan Continent

'The god created six races with his benevolent and tolerant heart, and then he fell into a deep sleep, and the light continued to grow. '

--"oracle"

The power of faith is the strongest in the temple, and beside the majestic and solemn throne, a Celestial Clan guards there.

Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were pure white, his whole body seemed to be covered by something extremely soft and soft, he paused, and reached out to touch the 'white wall' in front of him, his hands were smooth and cool, like fine silk generally.

The hand seemed to be trapped in a layer of soft feathers, and those soft downs trembled as if they were frightened. In an instant, the whiteness in front of him disappeared, as if a curtain had been pulled open by someone, and the golden light enveloped everyone, and those bright lights emerged After entering, Qingyuan saw the surrounding scene.

In the hall with a very high dome, there are magnificent colors like gemstones on it. Those mysterious symbols overlap and reflect together, spinning slightly on the top like a starry sky, mysterious and solemn.

A voice sounded, ethereal and sweet, "My God, you are awake."

He raised his eyes to look, but saw a person standing beside him, Qingyuan's pupils shrank for a moment, even though he and He Louming had been a Taoist couple for many years, he was still distracted for a moment by the grandeur of this person in front of him.

No, Qingyuan looked at the white and gorgeous wings behind him and thought, perhaps this cannot be called a human being.

The 'man' standing in front of him has a pair of delicate and gorgeous wings on his back. Under the light, each wing seems to be plated with a gold edge, engraved with dazzling colors in silver and white, gorgeous and sacred, that image It is the most proud work of the gods.

My God?

Thinking of the title just now, Qingyuan paused. Are you referring to him?

The Celestial Clan lowered their eyes at this moment, and he hastily retracted his wings just now. At this time, the tiny fluff at the root is still trembling slightly, as if the body temperature of the gods is still staying on it, and there is a tingling shuddering feeling when the warm palm is pressed against it. , which is a feeling I have never had before.

Qingyuan moved, "Yes, I'm awake." Although he didn't know how long he had slept, this body didn't feel very good to him, as if he was always feeling sleepy and weak all over.

He looked at the 'person' standing in front of him, not to mention his face, but his pupils were slightly brown, and his temperament was relatively gentle. Among the six spirits, only Gu Jing from the previous plane had this feeling. With a slight smile in his mouth, "You are?"

Tianzu's light-colored lips pursed slightly, and it returned to normal after only a moment, and said respectfully, "My God, I am the Tianzu created by you, Jing."

Those wings looked like the most holy creation, they covered the sky when they opened, and they belonged to the sky.Qingyuan's gaze slowly moved away from Jing's wings, "How long have I been asleep?"

Jing replied, "Hundreds of years." When the god opened his eyes, he saw a ball of light, and created six major races from this ball of light, and then his divine power was exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after.

Qingyuan twirled his fingertips, the time was not too short, but he still felt sleepy.He thought about what he saw in his Taoist companion's mansion. There may be six major races in this plane.

Six ah, just thinking about it makes people dizzy.

Jing slowly looked at him, looking at his own god, he was still the same as he remembered, looking at the world with dignity and unparalleled gentleness, but he may have been asleep for too long, even remembering his own name I don't know.

Qingyuan turned his eyes to Jing, and said with a smile, "Can I... can I touch your wings?" I just touched it the moment I woke up, and his palm still remembers such a beautiful touch.

Jing paused for a moment, then spread his wings silently, Qingyuan saw the white and soft wings close towards him, as if to enclose his whole body, but they stopped softly halfway, only to be quiet quietly waiting to be touched.

He stretched out his hand to cover it, and gently slid up the root inch by inch, but he didn't see Tianzu's earlobe that was instantly dyed red.

Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly pursed his lips to suppress the moans brought by the numbness. The wings of the Celestial Clan are their most sensitive thing. The roots of the feathers are connected with countless tiny nerves. Touch each other's wings.

But the god has been asleep for too long, he doesn't know these unwritten rules on the mainland, and he doesn't know what this action represents.

Qingyuan touched it for a while, then withdrew his hand reluctantly, watched his wings close up again, and then scanned the surroundings. The building in the temple is gorgeous and elegant, full of solemnity and dignity, and what he was lying on just now was a A black bed, also can not see what kind of material.

This world is different from the previous ones, he doesn't need to collect spirits, he just needs help to integrate them.

Qingyuan thought for a while, then turned his eyes to the kraft paper classics in the temple, Jing followed his gaze, and immediately brought the book that the god had just noticed, holding it in both hands, "My god, this is written by a bard Creationism."

The footprints of bards are all over every corner of this continent. They praise the god, the six races and the world he created.

Qingyuan reached out to take it, flipped through it casually, and found that he could understand the handwriting on it, he smiled, "Thank you."

This book is simply too useful, or he is blind and doesn't know anything.

Jing shook his head slightly, but looked at Qingyuan very seriously, "My god, you don't need to say thank you, you created all of this, and I can dedicate everything to you."

The six major races, especially the six created by the gods, are naturally very close to and admire the gods. They are eager to accompany the gods for a long time, but unfortunately, they cannot.

Jing didn't know what he thought of, and slowly closed his eyes.

Qingyuan said, "Go and rest first, I can stay here alone." He made up his mind to finish the book tonight, and just now he also saw that there is a side hall in the temple, so there is no reason for Jing to stay here.

Jing Dao, "I don't need to rest."

The divine power contained in him is so abundant that he hardly needs to rely on food and sleep to replenish his energy.

Qingyuan was slightly surprised, he raised his eyes from the book and looked at Xiang Jing, "Then what do you usually do?" There are almost no entertainment facilities in this temple, it is hard to imagine how he stayed here for so long to pass the time.

In this temple, the Celestial Clan in front of him was born with dignity. He looked at the gods intently, and then said softly, "Look at you."

He is used to wrapping the god with his wings when he is alone, watching him sleep under his wing feathers, and his wing feathers gently cover the god's body, and then cover him tightly, only he can see.

Qingyuan rubbed his nose, but he didn't expect the Tianzu in front of him to give such an answer, looked at Jing who was still standing, and said, "Come, come and lie down." He paused for a moment, and then said a little embarrassedly, "You can lie down and watch me."

Jing didn't refuse, just walked over obediently and lay down, then opened his eyes and looked at the god beside him.His eyes were focused, as if he wanted to keep this person firmly in his mind, and he couldn't bear to blink for a moment.

Qingyuan laughed in his substantive gaze, and patted Jing's shoulder with his hand, "Don't worry, I won't disappear out of thin air."

Jing didn't speak, just watched.

The moon in Shenyan Continent is blue, with a quiet light in the night, Qingyuan focused on the knowledge in the book, and the night passed quickly.

The next morning, Qingyuan gently closed the book, and had a basic understanding of the world: the six major races were born in one body, born from the same light, the difference lies in the sequence.

Qingyuan tapped lightly with his fingers, the six races corresponded to the six souls.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a loud bang, as if being forced open by someone. Qingyuan subconsciously glanced towards the door, only to see a golden dragon flying towards him. The dragon's eyes were like the most dazzling rubies. Flying towards Qingyuan, there was a deep dragon chant in his mouth.

The size of the dragon is obviously much bigger than that of Qingyuan, then a huge monster came, with the sound of wind and scorching heat, it seemed to want to jump into the arms of the gods, but obviously forgot the difference in its size, even if it tried its best to Stopping, a head lightly pressed against Qingyuan's body is enough for him to struggle.

Qingyuan only felt as if he had been bumped, and then uncontrollably backed away, taking three or four steps before stabilizing his body, he thought helplessly, this acting like a baby is a bit overwhelming.