[Quick Transmigration] Lord God is not happy

He Li wants to live healthy.

The Lord God felt it.

He lowered his head, rubbed the beads on his wrist lightly with the fingers of the other hand, and focused on He Youqian's wish again.

He Youqian was sleeping back on the bed.

Unknowingly, the walls of his house were covered with a layer of gold.

Tianshen was looking around his room with ignorant and curious eyes, and secretly poked his face with his fingers while he was asleep.

He Youqian reluctantly opened his eyelids, and said with deep sleepiness: "What are you doing, I'm exhausted these days, let me sleep well."

Tianshen gave an ooh as if enlightened, and then asked sternly: "But you have already slept for ten hours, which is completely enough for an adult human's sleep."

"It's time for you to get up and have breakfast," Tianshen said.

He Youqian yelled, and slowly got up from the bed while rubbing his eyes.

The whole house is filled with golden light.

"You...why did you replace all the walls in my room with gold ones again." He Youqian sighed and supported his forehead.

Tianshen handed his palm upwards towards He Youqian, and a semi-wet towel immediately floated on it.

"Wash your face." Tianshen said in a commanding tone.

He Youqian thanked casually and rubbed his face vigorously.

Tianshen: "Are you awake?"

He Youqian put the towel on the bedside: "It's almost there."

Tianshen just pointed with his finger, and the towel he put on the bedside table disappeared.

"Don't go to work," Tianshen bit his lower lip lightly, bowed his head and said to him, "I can give you as much money as you want, just stay with me for a while, okay?"

Seeing this scene, the Lord God frowned in his heart.

He snorted softly, and possessed Tianshen in He Youqian's dream.

He tried his best to pull the lip line to the sides, imagining that he might have the hope of laughing if he changed to an illusory body.

But this facial paralysis is the same as Xu Guan's stuttering, accompanied by the soul, no matter where he goes or who he possesses, he can't get any different changes.

In He Youqian's eyes, his agile expression just now seemed to be a hallucination, only the young man was left watching him quietly, and when he was seen feeling uncomfortable, he suddenly spoke seriously.

"Don't be so tired, I can support you."

The main god saw He Youqian and said "ah" in surprise and bewilderment.

The Lord God snapped his fingers.

A stack of tall hundred-yuan coins appeared on He Youqian's bedside table.

He Youqian: "...my dear."

He Youqian's cell phone rang, and it was He Youya anxiously telling him about his father on the phone.

He Youqian hung up the phone, and seeing Tianshen was still staring at him without blinking, he smiled and sighed helplessly: "Shenshen, you are so powerful, can you help brother cure the old man?"

It's just a dream.

In the dream, there is nothing the Lord God can't do.

He hummed without hesitation: "Yes, you can go to the hospital."

He Youqian came to the hospital.

He Li was lying on the bed with a bald head, his face was pale and haggard, and the lines of his wrinkles were much deeper.

A sign of premature aging.

The Lord God looked at He Li's tightly closed eyes, and suddenly said to He Youqian as if he had made some determination: "If he recovers, will he still be like before?"

He Youqian also looked at the congratulatory gift: "I don't think so, he regretted it a long time ago, and recently asked me about charity, maybe it really changed."

The Lord God asked again: "If he recovers, you will be happy?"

He Youqian laughed, rubbed his head and said, "Although I hate him sometimes, if he really recovers, I should be happy for him."

"Don't do it for him." The Lord God clapped his hand away, said solemnly, "You have to be happy for yourself."

"Otherwise, I won't be able to save you." He turned his face away, and his slender eyelashes covered all the emotions that might reveal his mind.

He Li woke up.

He Li first happily shouted "You Qian", that was He Youqian's former name.

He Youqian replied helplessly, and then smiled.

Congratulations: "Hey, rare customer, hahahaha, how is the company doing recently, is there any major trouble?"

He Youqian: "No, it's all settled."

From the tone of his voice, He Li seems to be in a good state of mind: "Hahahaha, you are indeed my son. You are more competitive than your brother. I get angry when I see him now."

But his complexion is getting grayer and paler.

The main god has been watching them from the corner of his eye, and suddenly noticed a trace of sadness deep in He Youqian's eyes.

He got it.

He misses his father too.

For some reason, the topic turned back to He Li's illness.

He Li pretended to speak casually for a long time, and even kept saying "Everyone is mortal", "I have lived for so long, I have lived enough", "My life will be considered a good time" and so on. if.

But in the end, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of sadness and reluctance, his voice was hoarse but full of trembling longing.

"But I, I still don't want to die."

The Lord God looked at him steadfastly, his eyes were clear and firm, and he said firmly, "You will not die."

He Youqian didn't speak, but looked at him tremblingly.

The Lord God raised his hand, and tried to rub his head as well, as a comfort, or as if to reassure him.

He Youqian grabbed his hand with a funny face: "What are you doing, Shen Shen."

The Lord God withdrew his hand and held the congratulatory gift instead.

"There are not so many good things that fall in the world." He said, "But now, I will grant your wishes."

The main god released the possession.

The audience below are still immersed in a beautiful dream.

He walked slowly towards the gift.

038 suddenly panicked: "Your Highness, what are you going to do?"

The Lord God did not answer.

038 was even more flustered. It saw His Highness standing in front of He Li, but his eyes were fixed on different people for a long time and then moved away.

As if trying to remember everything.

He looked at He Youqian who was in a dream, his brows were stretched, and the corner of his mouth was smiling.

Almost all the audience had such expressions.

Even Zhang Liqian smiled softly.

The Lord God nodded with satisfaction, and tried to imitate their smiles again.

He knew he couldn't do it, but they couldn't see it anyway, so he pretended he had it too.

It's still He Youqian who has the prettiest smile.

He reached out and pulled out another doll from the magic hat.

It was the "hehe" soybean-faced doll that He Youqian gave him when they first met.

He lightly placed the doll on He Youqian's lap.

038 was at a loss and panicked: "Your Highness, what are you going to do? The risk of your magic is too great. If someone broadcasts it, wouldn't it be abnormal?"

The Lord God said in a relaxed and confident tone, "So what?"

Are gods afraid of mortals?

not to mention……

He glanced at the task system in his mind.

The progress of the mission is 90.00%.

Wait until He Youqian's "God's Domain" is officially launched.

The mission progress will reach [-]%.

That would be a game that would symbolize a new era.

The Lord God took off the white glove on his right hand and stuffed it into his pocket.

038 finally understood, and said in panic and shock: "Your Highness, your divine power is no longer enough!"

"Did you see the words in the brackets?" The Lord God said softly indifferently.

[Divine power: 245/1000 (when the life of the main god is in danger, this upper limit value becomes invalid)]

Nothing can really limit him.

He is the son of Heaven.

He is the most noble god in the world.

Even the rules of this world must obey his orders.

He considers himself a self-disciplined god.

But now, he no longer thinks so.

He also wants to be willful, he wants to satisfy He Youqian's wish, he wants to fulfill He Li's wish, he wants everyone to be happy.

His current divine power is completely incapable of doing this.

But after unblocking, his divine power will also have no limit.

Everything in the world is his source of energy.

The Lord God transformed the staff into a sharp knife.

038 screamed: "Ah, what are you doing, Your Highness! Stop it! Our mission will be completed soon!"

The Lord God thought it was annoying, so he deliberately said coldly: "Shut up, if you keep making noise, I won't choose you next time."

038 whimpered in his mind, anxiously trying to get in touch with other systems.

038 tried to send a radio wave to Zhang Liqian's good learning system, so that Xiao Hao quickly woke up Zhang Liqian to stop the main god.

But the dream created by the Lord God is not so easy to break.

The Lord God slashed the knife towards his wrist without hesitation.

The tip of the knife is wrapped with sharper divine power.

Spiritual divine power would not be willing to attack the main god.

But they can't disobey the command of the main god with divine power.

The Lord God caught his own blood with a top hat, waiting for the weakened body to bleed too much.

038 cried even louder, and called Yi Mianmian's system again.

Yi Mianmian's system was not as smart as Xiao Hao's, but it managed to get in touch anyway.

Zhang Liqian's eyelids kept trembling, and he felt as if his eyelids were sealed tightly with tape.

Xiao Hao urged him very urgently, and also mentioned a few words about the deepness of heaven.

He couldn't really hear what Xiao Hao was saying.

But his sixth sense is strongly urging him to wake up.

He has realized that the beauty just now is all an illusion.

That should be... the deepest magic.

It was deep that day, so what now?

After struggling for a while, his gums were about to be crushed, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

entry...

It was a picture he will never forget.

The sky was sunny, the cold moon hung high, and the stadium was lit with warm white light.

But the most dazzling one was the white-haired boy standing in front of an old man with a cap.

There are flowers under his feet, mysterious and mysterious golden lines are drawn between his eyebrows, and his cold white hair changes from short to long, as if golden branches are wrapped around his hair.

Many white pigeons flew by outside the window, not daring to get close, but quietly standing on the branches outside the window, their heads drooping, as if bowing their heads.

Zhang Liqian was shocked.

The beautiful boy didn't even look at him, stretched out his index finger, and tapped the old man with the hat between his brows.

He saw the dazzling warm light centered on the beautiful young man's fingers, flying into the old man's eyebrows like a blessing from a god.

Xiao Hao, who was still yelling anxiously, had already lost her voice, and accompanied him to watch this dream scene that was more miraculous than a miracle.

He saw the old man's face change from pale to rosy, and his wrinkles gradually changed from deep to shallow, and he let out a comfortable sigh.

Perhaps the wind blew the hat off the old man's head.

Tufts of new stubble grew visibly to the naked eye.

The old man at this time... looks to be in his thirties.

Perhaps, he was not an old man in the first place.

Zhang Liqian didn't even dare to blink, for fear of disturbing this fabulous scene.

The Lord God picked up the dropped hat and put it back on for He Li.

He touched the Buddhist beads on his left wrist again, and murmured to himself, "This is considered a reward."

He looked at Zhang Liqian.

Zhang Liqian slowly came to his senses, he stared back at the main god in a daze, but couldn't say a word.

He wanted to call the sky deep.

I wanted to ask him something, but was swept away by deep inferiority complex.

The Lord God's voice was like dandelions planted on his heart, without much meaning and emotion, he said: "You saw it."

Zhang Liqian nodded awkwardly.

Lord God: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt my friends."

Tianshen's face seemed to be even colder.

Zhang Liqian couldn't continue to look at him directly, so he subconsciously lowered his head and thought.

He lowered his head, but he didn't see the main god's figure instantly blurred.

Yi Mianmian was finally woken up by the electric shock from the system, and opened her eyes angrily.

Her eyes widened in an uproar.

Seeing the deep sky, she walked towards the window step by step.

Every time he takes a step, a bush of flowers will automatically grow under his feet, which can be described as a real version of flowers growing every step of the way.

He stopped by the window, a white cloud floated beside his legs, he only needed to lift his feet to stand on it.

Yi Mianmian rubbed her eyes in confusion.

Is she dreaming in a dream?

The lord god looked at Yi Mianmian and blew a light breath.

Yi Mianmian didn't know why, but suddenly found that his field of vision seemed to become clearer and wider.

"Goodbye." The Lord God finally turned his eyes back to He Youqian.

This is the magic he gave to mankind - "Secret".

His existence should be regarded as a secret.

He slowly stepped onto the white cloud next to him.

"The sky is deep!" He Youqian suddenly called out anxiously.

The Lord God looked at him again in surprise, and found that his eyes were still closed, and his heart relaxed.

He saw He Youqian asking himself in his dream——

"Shen Shen, what is your wish?"

The main god was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled his cheek and let out a big grin.

"I hope you laugh every day," he said.

With his share.

He misses his father.

He boarded the white cloud, and his figure disappeared with the white cloud.

Zhang Liqian's head suddenly felt severe pain, as if someone was forcibly stripping the things stored in his mind.

Bai Tingguan also opened his eyes, clapped his hands with an ugly face, and yelled a few times: "Bad, bad, bad!"

Tianshen's original approach was to roughly delete their memories. He wanted to delete all traces of his existence.

As for the question of rationality and irrationality, it is all handed over to the inherent cause and effect in the world.

But after He Youqian suddenly called out his name, he thought of the girl he met during the mission last time.

His heart softened, and he slightly modified some people, turning his own existence into a dream.

Bai Tingguan groaned.

His Highness is still too young, and it is up to him to clean up this mess.

Lu Mingzhou drove to Xinnuo Middle School.

As soon as he reached the gate of Xinnuo Middle School, he suddenly froze.

He frowned and asked the assistant next to him, "What am I here for?"

The assistant was also stunned: "You...you seem to be..."

The banner of "The 26th Art Festival of Xinnuo Middle School" was hung high on the teaching building.

"Oh! It seems that you came to Xinnuo to watch the performance of the art festival." The assistant answered cleverly.