Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

A hug at the touch of a touch, and soon let go.

Qingyuan looked at the dragon who was picking up the gold coins with its claws, and slowly came down from the pile of gold coins, "What about the other races, are they still outside?"

Yu said unhappily, "They're outside." Neither hungry nor cold, cared about what they did.

Qingyuan was slightly relieved.

The two rested in the lair for one night. When they stepped out the next day, the sun was just right outside. Under the blue sky and white clouds, one or two dragons could occasionally be seen passing by.

"God, how are you resting?" the human race suddenly said, his eyes were dark and as cold as jade, Qingyuan said warmly, "Very good."

After just one night, the human race in front of them changed into clean clothes, and the blood on their faces was also washed away.

Ming twisted his fingers, and said casually, "My god loves dragons very much."

Qingyuan was slightly startled, and said immediately, "The gods love every race." The six races are all one person, one soul, but they are slightly different because of their different personalities.

Ming slowly hooked his lips. Although the person in front of him was smiling, his whole body was gloomy and gloomy, as if all light sources were blocked outside. His Qingyuan gaze was looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head. His voice was very low, but it was Let the human race in front of you hear clearly, "A very beautiful flower, who can tell which petal is the favorite?"

The sunlight shone on his brows, with a gentle meaning. His brows and eyes were bright and warm, and he only spoke slowly, "You saw a ray of light, will you think about which one is brighter?"

The human race just listened quietly, and then raised their eyes and said, "Even if it is light, it is different from light and dark." His tone was very calm, as if he had reached the point where his mind was as calm as water. After saying this, he turned and left, the black figure Slowly disappearing in front of Qingyuan, his back is as tall and straight as a cedar under a forest.

Qingyuan twirled his fingers slowly, then raised his head and said softly, "How do you hide when you're here?"

The trees on Long Island are all kinds of strange things, the tops of the crowns are huge, and the umbrellas extend outwards. The leaves are thick and wide, and move slightly with the wind.

As soon as the voice fell, there was the sound of rustling among the leaves, and the shadow of the tree fell on his shoulders, swaying with the breeze, and there was no one.

Qingyuan didn't urge him, he just stood under the tree, his brows were tender and loving, and when his eyes swept over, there was a scene of brilliance and the moon.

After a long time, a figure descended lightly, with a small horn on his head and wings growing out of his back. His wings were different from the holiness and luxury of the Celestial Clan. The color of his wings was as black as ink, as if the endless night had been dipped and dyed. Intense black.

Deep and gloomy, cold and cold.

The bard's book describes this race like this: the gods created the Celestial Clan after they created them. This is a failed copy, and their wings are like a childish toy in front of the Celestial Clan.

Yun'an looked at the god quietly, his wings were folded behind him, his skin was clear and fair, with a clear and cold white, which formed a sharp contrast with the dark wings behind him.

He lowered his eyes and hid his wings, and called softly, "My God." His voice was slightly hoarse, like a child who had done something wrong, feeling uneasy.

Qingyuan brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders with his hand, and said softly, "Why haven't you shown your face all this time, just hiding in the dark like this?"

The other spirits have already appeared, but the demons have not shown up for such a long time, which is a little abnormal.The concealment technique of the demons is the best among the six major races. He was just trying, but he didn't expect Yunzhen to come.

Mozu turned his head away, his neck was as white as jade, but his face was a little fragile, "I don't want to appear."

The Celestial Clan with luxurious wings is next to the gods. His wings are beautiful and dazzling, like the moon in the sky, and his... was born with this color.

The gods created the Celestial Clan, and after this most satisfying creation, they want to create another one. They also have wings, but one is as bright as the moon, and the other has horns on its head, and the wings are not good-looking.

The Demon Clan is a failed replica of the Celestial Clan, and the entire continent knows it.

Qingyuan looked at the Mozu in front of him. He had a small horn on his head with a pointed tip and a pitch black color.He twirled his fingertips, and said with a smile, "It's good if you want to show up now." His eyes looked at the horns that were shining brightly in the sun, "Can I touch the horns on your head?"

Before coming to this plane, Qingyuan didn't expect that he would like to touch all kinds of things. The wings, scales, pointed ears, tail and horns that look easy to touch in front of him simply opened the door to a new world.

In fact, I still really want to touch the black wings, but the demons have already put them away.

Yun was startled slightly, then lowered his head immediately.

The horns of the demons do not exist like nails and hair, they have sharp nerves on them, Yun only felt a slightly warm palm covering the horns of the devil, as light as a feather, and touched it carefully , with a feeling of numbness.

Qingyuan withdrew his hand, looked at the demons with their heads down and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet them." Well, the corners are slightly cool and smooth, as good as imagined.

Yun hangs his eyes and purses his lips, following the pace of the gods.

There is a waterfall in the center of Long Island. Water flows tens of meters high pour down from the top. The water slaps fiercely on the stones, causing countless splashes.

The shrunken dragon was lying on a rock, like a gecko that hadn't had enough to eat. He scratched the ground with his paws, and said angrily, "Do you have to be here? What's the use of this water? of?!"

He is a fire dragon, friendly and sensitive to the fire element, and usually hates water the most.As soon as I arrived at the waterfall, I felt uncomfortable all over.

Xing patted the stone with a thick pad, "You don't like to take a bath, so you come here just to wash."

Yu's scales exploded, "Who says I don't like bathing, I just don't need to wash with water." His scales are indestructible, and he usually bathes directly in the fire, the higher the temperature, the better the color of the scales.

In order to maintain the color of his scales, he often washes them in the sea of ​​fire.

Xing licked his paws, swung his tail back and forth, then rolled over.

The Celestial Clan sits quietly, he is usually very quiet, like a graceful swan when his wings are down, the Human Clan leans against the tree, with his palms on his forehead, "Time is getting tighter and tighter."

The words without beginning and end made all the races present heaved a sigh of relief.

The divine power of the gods is getting less and less, which means that he may fall into a deep sleep at any time. It has been a hundred years since the last time, and this time it will only be longer.

And what they have to do is to return the power bestowed by the gods, leaving the one they love the most.

When Qingyuan came here, he found that the always rambunctious dragons and orcs were sitting quietly, not to mention the human and celestial races. He could only hear the sound of water splashing on the rocks. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why? Is it all so quiet?"

As he spoke, he let out the demons behind him and introduced, "This is Yun."

The Mozu subconsciously glanced at the Tianzu, and found that he was only looking at the god with a smile in his eyes, and the rest of his eyes fell on him, and they only looked away for a moment.

All six are here, and now only the choice of the gods remains.

Xing and Yu jumped into Qingyuan's arms together, Qingyuan held one in each hand, and subconsciously separated the two, really afraid that the two would fight.

He looked at the other three people, "Why don't we go to Long Island together?" Otherwise, they would stare at each other like this, or they would be silent, or they would stab each other, neither of them was good.

Naturally, everyone had no objection, a group of people wandered around Long Island for a day, and did not rest until evening.

Qingyuan was not in Zaiyu's lair, he lived in a hut under a tree, at night when he opened the window, he could see a full moon, the blue moon on Long Island shone brightly, and a few dragon chants came from a distance.

The Mozu sat aside, his eyes fell on the gods, and he slowly traced them through the cool wind. Qingyuan seemed to feel something, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Why did you put the wings away?"

These things are innate, just like dragons and orcs like to use the body form, it may not be suitable for storage.

In this dark night, the luster on the god's body still cannot be covered. He is like the most dazzling existence, and his whole body is gentle, kind and tolerant.

Yun's fingers curled up, and he said with difficulty, "Because...it's not good-looking."

The existence of this pair of wings seems to be to show that he is a failed replica, an existence that is not favored.

Qingyuan's palm rested on the demon's shoulder blade, which was originally the root of the wings, "It's very beautiful, Yun's wings are as quiet as the night."

The demons closed their eyes and spread their wings.

There was a pair of hands brushing gently at the edge of the wings, and the ten fingers interspersed with them to gently comb the feathers, with a slight itchy feeling, which was the touch and tenderness that existed in the memory.

The demons thought in a daze, at the beginning of his birth, the gods also loved him very much, he would comb his feathers like tonight, and talk to him in a gentle tone, although he is a god, he is not arrogant, only gentle Be kind and teach him a lot slowly.

But then things changed. Rumors circulated on the mainland that the demons were replicas. Those who had seen him all showed a complicated look. They said: Is this the Celestial Clan?Why are the wings black?

He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to go anywhere in the temple. He didn't know the rumors were true until he saw the Celestial Clan with his own eyes one day.

Of the six races, he was the most similar to the Celestial Clan. They all had wings on their backs, and even their expressions were somewhat similar. Later, he left the temple, and after that, the gods fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe it was because the evening wind on Long Island was too gentle tonight, maybe it was the warm hands that stretched out his hands to give him courage, or maybe it was the last thing on his mind, Yun slowly said, "My god, the demons are the gods!" A replica of the family?"

Qingyuan paused slightly, and said immediately, "No." He said clearly, "The demon race has never been a copy of any race. Every race is unique, and nothing can replace it."

Yun fell silent, he seemed to have been waiting for an answer for a long time, but now that he was answered in such a precious and important way, he felt a little at a loss.

The voice of the gods is like gentle water, carrying moonlight into his ears, "White wings are beautiful, and black ones are equally beautiful. Every race is very good. There is no substitute on this continent." There is no substitute."

The Mozun looked calm, except for the slightly trembling feathers behind him. He heard the god chuckle and sighed, "Actually, you don't have to regard me as a god."

Yun opened his eyes slightly, and Qingyuan pulled his finger and stroked it on his arm. It was obvious that he had no strength, but a red mark was left on that small piece of skin. He smiled and said, "Did you see, the body of the god is very Poor, maybe even worse than the human race."

This body is often sleepy and weak, and wants to rest every moment, even after sleeping for ten hours a day, it still does not feel awake.

Qingyuan made a gesture of spreading his hands, "I don't have any supernatural power. If it weren't for your protection, I might have been seriously injured by now."

You will feel tired after walking for a long time, and if you continue like this, you may not even be able to hug the orcs.

Yun's lips trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "You will be fine in the future." The current situation is only because of the exhaustion of divine power, and when they all disappear, the gods will become stronger again.

Qingyuan was a little helpless, his peach blossom eyes reflected the demons in front of him, and his voice was doting, "Don't you understand? More importantly, I will make mistakes."

Looking back now, the second world was not that difficult at all, but he had been separated from Fu Yunhen for two years, and it took him a long time to explain an explanation, which made him feel uncomfortable for so long.

"So Yun, you don't have to punish yourself with my mistakes, the demons are fine."

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