Daoist always thinks I'm scumbag for him

Under the night, the god is gentle and powerful. He seems to be talking about the past by the campfire, with the calmness of facing the past, and a little guilt, his eyes are long and soft.

Yun listened quietly, until the stars were twinkling above the sky, the night was quiet and empty, the god entered the wooden house, and fell asleep with a tired face.

When Qingyuan woke up again, he was taken aback by the camps in the room. The six major races were crowded in the room, and there was no room left on the ground in the room. He swept over and found that the eyes of the dragons and beasts were a little red. All races looked haggard, as if the people in this room were about to pass away.

Qingyuan sat up from the bed, the blanket slipped off his body, he said a little funny, "What's the matter, I just fell asleep, so I don't need to be so sad."

It just feels like I haven't woken up, and I want to sleep like this.

Yu slowly crawled into his arms, "My God, you have been sleeping for a long time." His voice was low and a bit bewildered, even though they knew this day would come sooner or later, they still felt it was too soon.

Qingyuan reached out and touched the scales on its body, then hugged the blue-eyed orc into his arms, glanced at all the races in the room, and said with a relaxed expression, "Just sleep a little longer, it's fine."

Several races were a little silent, Qingyuan didn't seem to feel the stagnation of the atmosphere, and pulled the two paws out of his arms, "Go back to rest, I'm fine, you have to take a good rest."

The petals of the Yueweidai flower by the window had dried up. Before he went to bed, he just produced a small flower bud. Calmly estimate, he slept for at least half a month.

The races in front of him may be sleepless, even with divine power, they are exhausted. He has already woken up, so there is no need for them to stay here.

The words of the gods are gentle, but with a strength that no one can refuse. Even if they want to stay here, they can only leave.

The room became empty again, the sunlight coming in from the window sill gathered on Yueweidai, the small blue flower branches were delicate, and the petals ooze a little dry from the edge, it won't last long, maybe two days, maybe three One day, its petals will fall down, and new branches will be drawn out next year.

Qingyuan stared blankly for a while, then got up and stood on the ground, only lowered his eyes and smoothed the folds of the robe inch by inch with his fingers, and then walked out slowly.

The human race was leaning against the cold wall, the water in his cup had become slightly cold, Ming half closed his eyes, his black hair was scattered on his back, his face was empty and numb.

There was an unhurried knock on the door, and a god's voice came from outside, "Can I come in?"

Ming was slightly taken aback, touched his face, opened the wooden door, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Qingyuan was not polite, he sat down and leaned back in the chair, folded his slender hands, and said in a gentle voice, "What's going on, what are you hiding from me?" That strange feeling never dissipated.

Ming pulled the corners of his lips, and tapped his fingers twice on the table, "Why would my god ask me?" The corners of his lips curved sharply, and he said in an unclear manner, "Go ask the Dragon Clan."

The expression of the human race was a bit rebellious, with a bit of rebellion, and there was no respectful look on the face, as if facing an unimportant matter.

Qingyuan leaned forward, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, so that the shadow cast when he bent down like this drew in all the human races in front of him, his knuckle fingers touched the human race's chin, and they raised up slightly to stare at him.

The wrist line of Shenming's arm that slipped out of the cuff was clear, a pair of drunken eyes fell on his cheek, Ming looked up at him quietly, and then the cool lips slowly reflected on his lips, It's like water droplets blending into the river, tossing and grinding to the extreme.

After the kiss, Qingyuan moved his lips slightly, and the lips of the human race in front of him were dyed a little red, with a moist luster. He stroked it with his fingertips, and said slowly, "Now, can we say it?"

As if falling into a dream for a moment, Ming moved his stiff fingers, and looked away calmly. His heart beat like a drum, beating, as if the heart was not his own.

Taking a breath with parted lips, the human race said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that my god has exhausted his divine power because he created the six major races, and may fall into a long-term deep sleep."

The last time she slept for more than a hundred years, this time it may be longer, or... it will disappear in this continent forever, no one knows what will happen.

There was no fluctuation on Qingyuan's face, and he said calmly, "So what are you going to do?"

The human race twirled their fingers, smiled and said casually, "We intend to disappear and return you the divine power bestowed by our god." He leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes covered all his thoughts, and just said , "Six races, leave one you like the most."

The sun's rays came in from the window, wisps of light beams passed through layers of clouds and mist, and then poured onto the body without any warmth.

Qingyuan's voice was very calm, "You are all one, born from the same light, how can you choose the one you like the most?"

The human race's slender and white palms covered the eyes, his skin was pale, and the blue-purple blood vessels on it were exposed, "The same ball of light can also be divided into light and dark."

His quiet voice came, like water dripping from the eaves after heavy rain, slowly penetrating people's psychology, "Six races, with different personalities, some are good, some are not so good, some are liked by gods, Some don’t like it that much.” In the silence, he smiled and said, “Every one of the six major races likes you very much, you just need to pick one you like the most.”

The rest are not important anymore.

Qingyuan listened silently, and then asked, "Why can't you merge?"

The human race raised his lips suddenly. He has a beautiful face, and his smile is like peach blossoms like water, burning and agile, "Because... I want to leave the best for you."

Some races are inherently noble and kind, while some are mean, cowardly and selfish. They want to strip out all the bad things and keep all the good things for them.

Like the flowers of the elves, the jewels of the dragons, all those beautiful and beautiful things are left to the gods, and the rest are not wanted. The gods should be the best.

Qingyuan nodded, "I see." He looked out of the window, the flowers on the dragon island were in full bloom, and the green shade stretched for thousands of miles. In the distance, only the red glow of the sky could be seen. About the size of an eagle.

"I see." The god left only this sentence, and walked out slowly.

When stepping into Yu's lair, the little golden dragon was playing with the gold coins with its paws. It was golden in color, and it was hard to tell which one was more dazzling among the shining gold coins. Fly into his arms.

He raised his head and said, "My God, I miss you so much."

Qingyuan brushed its scales with his hand, rubbing them inch by inch, "Me too." He smiled and nodded the golden head, put his face on it, closed his eyes and said, "I already know .”

The Dragon Clan froze, then turned over and muttered, "It's disgusting, which race told you that?"

We agreed to hide it from the gods first, how could we let him know in advance?

Qingyuan moved his hand to the abdomen of the Dragon Clan, where the scales were smaller and arranged more tightly, "Don't you want to know how I choose?"

Shock flashed in Yu's eyes, and he shook his head after a moment and said, "I don't really think about it." Its two front paws came together and poked it one after another.

Qingyuan reached out and scratched the scales on its abdomen, "Why not?"

The Dragon Clan became silent, the tops of the golden claws were hard to the touch, Qingyuan pulled it in his hand and kneaded it, the little golden dragon said softly, "You used to love me very much," it paused for a long time, then turned its head It reached Qingyuan's chest, "It seems to have decreased later on."

There are many races who like gods, and the gods' love for it seems to be slowly distributed to other races.

Qingyuan bowed his head and kissed it on the forehead, "I will always like Yu."

The dragon's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and it looked at the god with joy, "Really? Do you always like the dragon?"

Qingyuan smiled lightly. He stared at the Dragon Clan in front of him, but his eyes didn't seem to fall on it, "I will always like you."

"But now—" Qingyuan changed the subject, "I have to go and see them."

After coming out of the lair, Qingyuan went to Tianzu's place. The pure white wings stretched from behind his shoulders, dazzling in the sun. Tianzu said softly, "My God."

Qingyuan touched his wings with his hands. This was a subconscious reaction. After brushing the feathers with his palms, he took them back with some regret. The smooth touch still seemed to remain on his hands, "Jing, how many years have you happy?"

Tianzu nodded, "Very happy."

Seeing his calm smile, Qingyuan suddenly thought of Gu Jing from the previous plane. He was also like this. He was usually quiet and gentle, and he was very comfortable to get along with.

"Do you think I love the Dragon Clan too much?"

Jing squeezed slightly between his fingers, and after a long time, he slowly said, "As long as my god likes it." That's a god's business, and it doesn't matter which one you like.

Qingyuan sighed, looked straight into those beautiful eyes and said, "I also like the Celestial Clan very much, not less than the Dragon Clan."

Jing looked at him without blinking, as if he was trying to distinguish the truth from the false, but the eyes of the gods were like the deep sea, and there was deep affection that could drown people.

Qingyuan embraced the dazed-looking Celestial Clan in his arms, Jing closed his eyes, and folded his wings forward behind him, hiding him tightly.

In the soft wings, as if he could think about nothing, Qingyuan embraced the Tianzu in his arms, and let him go after a long time.

After the Celestial Clan is the Orc Clan.

The fluffy little leopard squatted, his eyes were blue like jewels, he raised his paw, "My God."

There are a few grunts in the voice, coupled with its petite body, there is a kind of cute contrast.

Qingyuan beckoned, "Come, come here." After saying that, the little leopard jumped into his arms, hooked its paws around the skirt of his clothes, and hung on it firmly.

Qingyuan put his hand around its body, and licked its tail, "Xing Xing is so good." Xing looked at the god, then stretched out his tongue to lick his cheek, with barbs on his tongue, and did not lick the god a few times His face flushed red.

Qingyuan touched his face, um, his face was drool, sticky,

He pursed his lips and smiled, "Xing will be obedient in the future."

Then came the demons. The black-winged demons had small pointed horns on their heads. They saw that he didn't fold up his wings this time. His wings were stretched behind him, and the black feathers moved with the wind.

Qingyuan combed his wings with his hands, and said slowly, "Yun's wings are very beautiful, no worse than those of any race, and the color is beautiful."

He was rambling, his voice soft and his gaze tender.

The last one is an elf. This pointy-eared race tilted its head and smiled happily, "My God."

Qingyuan also smiled, pinching the tips of his ears gently, "Chen, is there any pen and ink here?"

The elf thought for a while, and took out what the god wanted from the table. He watched the god write beautiful handwriting on the paper with a quill, sat aside and asked curiously, "My God, what are you writing?"

Qingyuan's subordinates kept working, and he wrote various words on the kraft paper, "I will know it later."

The god left Long Island and went to the forest again. During this period, all races accompanied him. Only the elves knew that he would write down his handwriting every night. The kraft paper contained divine power and could be preserved for a long time.

But those written notes would disappear the next day, and they didn't ask where they went, and then the elves stopped asking.

The petals of the Yueweidai fell, and the god fell into a deep sleep again.

This time he woke up in the temple, and he didn't know how long it had passed. The six races stood by his side just like last time, and each race was extremely calm. They were waiting for the god's sentence.

In the bright and abundant temples, among the divine pavilions, Qingyuan was on the divine seat, his eyes turned to the divine souls in front of him one by one, six souls and six major races, they stood in the divine pavilions, their gazes It seemed that it had passed through countless time flows, and then slowly fell on him.

The next moment, divine light descended from the dome, and those vigorous divine powers poured over them like pouring water. Under the golden halo, only the gods on the seat could be seen looking at this side, and then slowly waved their hands. wave.

When the six souls met, it was as if they were soaked in warm water, and the scars all over his body were well repaired, and they soaked in the water together with those unwilling and sad, like the warm sunshine in spring, the majestic divine power blocked all the pain for him , they have been fused together in the most tender way.

Born from a ball of light, it returns to the light, complete and dazzling.

I don't know how long it took, the dazzling light finally dimmed, like a stream flowing into the sea, slowly forming a figure with a beautiful face and a tall, thin body.

He Louming was stunned for a moment, then staggered towards the seat of God, the people on the seat raised their eyes to look at him, the smile in their eyes was like the sky after the fireworks were burnt out, brilliant but quiet again.

With just one glance, one can tell that this is his Taoist companion, He Louming.

Qingyuan smiled lightly, "What's the matter, can't you really forget it?" All the divine power on his body disappeared, leaving only a body that was about to dissipate, and his feet had slowly become illusory, like bubbles in the sun , will break.

In an instant, as if liquid blurred all vision, He Louming's voice trembled, "Qingyuan, why are you doing this?"

Obviously it doesn't need to dissipate, he doesn't have to suffer these things, he can be with his favorite soul, and then live for a long time.

Qingyuan slowly wiped away the warm liquid from the cheeks of his Taoist couple, and his smile was still pretty, "Some are innocent and kind, some are arrogant and wanton, and some are a little bit evil, but every spirit It's very good."

His fingertips had already started to become cold, and every word he said seemed to use a lot of strength, "You said you want to keep the best, but what is the best?" He paused for a long time, and then slowly Said, "It's not because innocence and kindness are the best, but because it's you, that's the best."

As if someone finally couldn't hold it back, those hot tears fell down one after another, hitting his cheeks heavily, and the people around him were already crying and trembling, tears pouring down like rain.

"Look at you, you are crying every time, I feel uncomfortable when you cry."

He Louming's vision was blurred, his lips were trembling, countless words flowed to his lips, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

It turns out that when a person is extremely sad, he can't speak.

Feeling that his cheeks were already wet, as if they had been washed, Qingyuan's tone was helpless, just like their past, coaxing gently, "I'm fine, I just might take a nap, maybe the time will be shorter Long."

It is a bit difficult to condense an entity on this continent after all the divine power has disappeared.

He Louming's voice was dry, and he said hoarsely, "How long...?"

Qingyuan chuckled, "I'm not sure, but I'll try to hurry up."

It has all disappeared from the bottom of the legs, and they quickly spread to the waist and abdomen, his voice was soft as if blowing away with the wind, "You have to go and see this continent, see other things, those sunrises and sunsets are very good , as well as various people and things, are very beautiful.”

He showed a last smile, with a rare cunning, "He Louming, I left you many letters on the mainland, and they are all over Forest Dragon Island, you have to find them one by one."

"Maybe I'll wake up when you're almost done looking for it."

On the mainland, the sun rises and sets, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the western afterglow sets in the sky, and the gods dissipate with the afterglow.

The sharp-eared elves in the forest are very fond of flowers, and the flowers have bloomed beautifully in recent years, so they collect some every day, dry them and put them up for viewing.

A few elves were talking and laughing as they walked, but they suddenly fell silent under a tree of life. A human race sat on a tall tree branch, his black robe was blown up, he looked like a gloomy cold Ice, sharp and dark.

Seeing the elves leaving in a hurry as if they had come, He Louming withdrew his gaze indifferently. His eyes were fixed on the dawn of the sky. He had done this before, when he was an elf, but now he is alone Look, feel boring.

After a few glances, he looked back bored, got up and wanted to go down, but paused slightly when his gaze glanced over the branches, there was a bright yellow curl on the green trunk, his figure paused, and even his breathing became cautious.

Reaching out to remove the stack of papers, He Louming held his breath and took them apart. There was only one line on the yellowed kraft paper: Watch the sunrise or the sunset, no matter which one is beautiful.

There is a smiling face next to it, as if you can see the expression of that person through the paper, it is as warm and moist as jade, and when the eyebrows are swept over, it seems that there are stars in the sky.

He Louming raised his lips and smiled, and brushed the paper inch by inch with his fingertips, "The agreement is a letter, why just a word."

He closed his eyes, and covered his face with the paper that left divine power, as if absorbing his breath.

He said to himself, "I've been walking for a long time, and I've seen a lot of scenery, but I still like you very much." With a soft tone, he said slowly, "I miss you very much."

Another long time passed, those sharp-eared elves could no longer run, and the dragon chant of Long Island had changed. He Louming came to the temple, and slowly glanced over.

After so many years of changes, even if he repairs this place from time to time, it cannot be reversed and become dilapidated.

He Louming sat on the throne, took out the letters he had found over the years, and read them one by one. Some papers were already fragile and could be broken with a light touch. He carefully took them out and read them as usual. stand up.

[The human tavern is very interesting, don't drink the wine called Rose, it's very easy to get drunk] "I didn't drink it, I didn't even smell it, I'm so good."

[Will the demon's horn grow longer? 】

He Louming thought for a while, "No, it won't grow after adulthood."

[Is there any cub born in the orc race? What color is it? 】

He Louming said, "Most of them are black and patterned, and there are very few white ones." He stared at the kraft paper for a while, and after pondering, he said, "There seems to be a golden one, which looks like it will shine. It's very beautiful. of."

There was a voice in my ear, warm and clear, wrapped in the breeze and the bright moon, "Is the golden color the same color as Yu at the beginning?"

He raised his head suddenly, and the man came in the morning light, Xiao Xiaosu was as solemn as a god, just like seeing him at the beginning of the year.

作者有话要说：感谢大家看到这里，谢谢。感谢在2021-04-2423:59:20~2021-04-2600:00:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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