[Quick Transmigration] Lord God is not happy

The main god swung three swords in total.

The first sword waved back the attack, shattering the flames of war.

The second sword, rushing thousands of miles, punishing the thugs.

And the third sword.

He You looked at his increasingly transparent body, and could no longer maintain the majesty and calmness in front of the soldiers.

He was at a loss and opened his arms, wanting to hug him.

But the young man is standing in the sky, no matter how high his internal strength is, how can he...

Can it really go up to the blue sky like this fairy's method?

A strong sadness spread in his heart, and the feeling of emptiness that was always empty before swept him over again.

After meeting the main god, he rarely felt this way again.

Now... He clenched his fists tightly, staring fixedly at the young man who seemed to have put down his sword in the air.

He thought, his expression must be ugly.

Teenagers like to laugh, he thought so, and forced a sad smile on his face.

Come back quickly, he can continue to act as if he doesn't know anything, and can't see anything.

He is very easy to deceive.

After returning, he never wanted to go to any battlefield again.

Continue to be a dandy who eats, drinks and plays, grows up with him, enjoys himself happily with him, and takes him to experience the pleasures of the world.

Everything is good.

As long as... he can stay again.

Lie to him again, and lie to him for the rest of his life.

Whatever he says...he will believe it.

But the Lord God does not like to deceive people.

It was always just him, who would be wrong.

He never said he wouldn't go.

He seemed to raise his sword again.

Xie Zheyuan stared blankly at this scene.

At this moment, what appeared in his heart was not the sadness of parting.

But...

He asked the system in amazement.

"Your Highness, he... so... isn't he a human?!"

The system didn't answer, but he was suddenly enlightened.

In this way, it all makes sense.

Why does he have an astonishing memory that is almost impossible to forget, and has such a delicate skin that is rare in the world.

Why is he like a robot who can't keep warm? No matter how hard he tries to solve the strategy, the progress bar always grows like a snail.

and also.

He can't laugh.

He yelled at the system, trying to ignore the rising panic in his heart.

"Why is this hidden figure originally a robot? Are you playing with me?"

"Do you think it's possible for a robot to develop feelings and treat me as a confidant?"

"He can't laugh, it's because there's no setting for laughing in the program!"

"I'm really crazy, I actually thought about helping this guy become an emperor and assisting him with all my heart..."

The system also froze.

He hastened to release a burst of electricity, not to hurt Xie Zheyuan, but to make him feel the pain and shut up.

Before Xie Zheyuan had time to spray him for abusing his authority, the system had already sprayed him bloody——

"Shut up, you, mental complaints are not enough, I can capture your heart current, 038 can definitely..."

"Stop your ignorant speculation, do you know who he is?"

"Have you ever seen a robot that can use divine power? Have you ever seen such a powerful robot?"

"Fucking me is an AI, you say I have no feelings?"

"Bah, bah, how dare you compare this lord with us? Are we worthy?"

"My God, you have severely criticized this lord before, and you still have the idea of ​​​​using it. It's over, we are both going to be over."

"Why did I bind a host like you... How good it is to follow the mission honestly, why did you suddenly change your mind..."

Listening to the system whispering in his heart that it's over.

Xie Zheyuan gradually calmed down, didn't care about his abuse, and asked eagerly.

"What about this lord, who is he...?"

The third prince, who had been following the war all the time, suddenly received an urgent secret report.

He took the letter at the foot of the pigeon, and for some reason he had a somewhat ominous premonition.

After opening the letter and reading the contents above, he felt a little relieved.

The letter stated that all the Northwest Allied Forces were struck by a strange bolt of lightning and passed out on the ground, and their personnel were unknown.

Fuzhou City, which was almost occupied, reacted immediately and either killed or locked up those enemy troops.

They call it a miracle.

Since the miracle did not kill the soldiers of the Northwest coalition army, they also followed the strategy of keeping the captives.

"miracle……"

The Third Prince recited this word, but the ominousness in his heart became more and more intense.

Strange, this is obviously good news.

But... Where did he encounter such a thing in his previous life?

The Tianji Dynasty in the previous life has always maintained peace. Although there were occasional wars, the relationship with the northwest was peacefully stabilized by giving gifts to the princess.

There were no bazookas in the previous life.

The memories of recent years flashed through his mind.

This pondering... It seems that they have been cast with a time-accelerating spell these years.

The steps are too big and too big.

He was planning to take it slowly, and when he was in power, he was discussing the matter of attacking the northwest.

But even though they have made big strides, this luck...

But it seems to be getting better.

It couldn't have been better.

The third prince's face was gloomy, and when he thought about it, it seemed that they were always in critical juncture, and if they were lucky, miracles or good things would happen.

He also found out the reason for the scourge of the Seventh Brother's internal energy regression yesterday.

That's what the nanny who used to accompany the seventh brother did.

Clueless woman.

Every day, she feeds her seventh brother a bowl of anti-cold medicine, but she doesn't know who gave her the prescription. There are two herbs that are in conflict with each other.

Although he can be afraid of the cold, it is consuming his foundation.

It broke his seventh brother's good martial arts skills.

He just thought of his seventh brother, but he couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

He lingered in the hall for a while, tossed the hem of his clothes, and decided not to sit still, he had to send someone to ask him himself.

After leaving the hall, when he passed the Xiefang Hall, he stopped suddenly, wanting to go to the Xiefang Hall to have a look again.

He met Lin Zian.

There was an unfinished painting by Lin Zian's hand, and a finished painting in his hand.

When he got closer, he could see the two paintings clearly.

The pair in Lin Zi'an's hand was the painting of the seventh younger brother riding on a white steed when He You and the others left that day.

He did have a certain level of skill, although the boy in the painting was not as delicate and agile as the seventh brother himself, but he was still in full bloom and heroic.

Next to him is a half-painted pomegranate tree.

Lin Zian heard his footsteps, but did not salute, his eyes were still staring at the painting in his hand.

The third prince frowned instinctively, and his tone didn't feel a little cold.

"Show this look to the royal family...Zian, what are you thinking?"

Lin Zian silently put down the painting.

His eyes seemed to be refocused because of his words.

After a while, it suddenly filled with tears.

He couldn't help but tilt his head to look at the third prince who had a gloomy face.

He saw the uncontrollable anxiety in the third prince's eyes.

He lifted his lips with a wry smile, and finally couldn't help it, sobbing while covering his face.

"Third Highness..." He sobbed, swallowed his tears, and said, "Suddenly, I'm so sad, so sad."

"Can you tell me, is there such a person as His Royal Highness..."

"When I looked at this painting just now, it was as if, as if he would always be just a person in the painting... There is no Seventh Highness at all..."

"How could there be no one? I just met him. I've seen him several times... He is like a fairy, kind and good-looking. He has existed before."

"I also heard He You said about him, saying that he was able to pull out Wendan when he was seven years old. I want to come here and draw his appearance at that time."

"However, I suddenly can't imagine what he looks like, what would he look like when he was seven years old?"

The third prince's complexion darkened the more he heard, and said coldly.

"Are you crazy for painting? You haven't seen him, where did you draw this painting?"

"You haven't seen him when he was seven years old, so naturally you can't draw the scene at that time."

Lin Zian's tears stopped.

He stared blankly at the third prince.

Not caring about his cold blue complexion at all, she almost wanted to grab his collar to confirm.

He looked both happy and sad.

"You said...he existed, I've seen it."

"I just said, I just said that if I have never seen it, how could I draw this painting?"

"Those guys really lied to me, or they are not qualified enough to see His Royal Highness Seven."

"Then, the Seventh Highness, where is he now?"

He asked the third prince with joy and anticipation.

The third prince was confused by him.

"Where is what? Didn't he go to the battlefield with He You and the others? You drew it yourself."

Lin Zian's expression was still blank: "Going to the battlefield? Is this a painting of...going to the battlefield?"

"Then I'll wait for him to come back... wait for him to come back..."

He seemed to be insane, and his eyes were filled with tears again.

The third prince put away the idea that he had just thought not long ago that Tianji's luck had improved.

Why does Lin Zian seem to have been invaded by evil spirits?

After all, he was the son of the Minister of Rites, and the third prince decided to call an imperial physician for him.

But soon, he felt that he might have to see a doctor too.

The spy he sent to investigate the seventh brother had returned.

He didn't bring back anything, only his own doubts.

The spies asked the third prince cautiously: "Who is this... the Seventh Highness?"

Lin Zian seemed to have heard it too.

He slowly pulled out a touch, smiling as if he could break it with a touch, and looked at the third prince.

The third prince's fingers trembled, pointing at the painting in Lin Zian's hand, he trembled angrily: "Your Highness, it is him, Tian Hongshen!"

"One or two of you, what the hell are you doing!"

Jin Rulin, who had always wanted to see what the famous Seventh Prince of Tianchi looked like, finally got his wish.

But at this moment, he wished he had never said those words.

He should listen to the lieutenant general, stop talking and kill him directly.

This is the Seventh Prince of Tianchi?

Is this something that old man Tianchi could have given birth to?

Nima, is this a human?

Which internal force kung fu can make people stand in the air for so long?

What kind of swordsmanship can have such power to push everything across?

What did he see?

Induce thunder, summon violent wind, howl sword energy.

None of the tricks seemed like a human could do it.

Elegant white hair, handsome boy.

He is like a god.

What he did was even more unreal like a myth.

Jin Rulin didn't even have the slightest thought of rebellion, he just wanted to prostrate himself on the ground, bow his head devoutly, and surrender.

Give him the entire Northwest.

Bo his favor.

Or, just a little attention from him.

He looked into the air with sinking eyes, and saw the boy raised his third sword.

To be able to die under his sword... Even if it was just the sword energy, he felt extremely honored.

But the boy's last sword.

Not to them.

He You's eyes were tearing apart, and his eyes were red like blood.

Xie Zheyuan froze on the horse's back.

He hasn't asked the boy's true identity from the system that seems to be stupid.

Then he saw this scene that he would never forget no matter how many lives he reincarnated.

The boy... pointed the sword at himself.

He turned around, facing the Tianji army below, facing He You, and facing him.

He tugged his lips hard.

As usual, another smile of failure.

Xie Zheyuan held it, and couldn't help shouting.

"If you don't know how to laugh, don't force it. Come down, you are still young, I will teach you slowly as a teacher."

The Lord God looked at him, and suddenly spoke, and the cold voice came into his ears clearly.

He said, "You, smile."

With the professionalism of an actor, Xie Zheyuan hooked up the corners of his mouth, revealing a charming smile.

The Lord God seemed a little disgusted, and quickly looked away from him.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes like crow feathers seemed to hold the beauty of the entire sunset, or maybe it was his body at the moment, flickering and flickering.

He looked much softer and warmer.

He looked at He You.

Seeing him in such a mess, he was a little unhappy.

"You, smile." He continued to say to He You.

He You couldn't laugh.

No matter how much he tried to force a smile on his face, he couldn't hold back that fragile smirk.

The Lord God looked at his actions of trying to please him, and felt as if something had stabbed him in the heart.

"Forget it." His sword tip moved towards his heart.

He You shouted incoherently: "Wait a minute, I'll show you a smile...you can see any kind of smile you want...don't go..."

The Lord God felt the little power left in him.

He no longer has the strength to appease He You or tamper with their memories.

He had a panoramic view of the entire Tianji Dynasty.

He saw Lin Zian who was crying blindly, the third brother who was full of anger, and his father in this life who was still dozing in the palace.

Father... Sometimes he really looks like his own father.

He misses his father.

But... Dad, I am so reluctant to part with this world.

The corners of his eyes suddenly became wet.

He was startled.

038 was also stunned.

Haven't learned to laugh yet.

He actually...learned it first, crying.

Is this crying?

Probably just tears.

Pang Guan looked up at the young man who was stunned in the air, and suddenly couldn't hold back his tears.

Once the tears opened, they couldn't stop.

His Highness...why did he have to suffer like this?

Obviously there is no need to be so sad.

My lord, are you too ruthless?

The Lord God finally turned his gaze back to He You.

His sword also became blurred.

"Thank you, we..." His voice became softer and softer, and in the end, only the shape of his mouth remained, "We will meet again soon."

He swung his third sword.

The clouds stirred and the earth hummed.

It rained heavily.

The sun also fell, and the night soon continued.

There are no stars, only a pale moon.

He is gone.

In the air, there was no longer any white-haired boy.

But the Northwest coalition forces confronting them all fell to the ground inexplicably.

No one talked about the vision just now, and no one mentioned the name "Seventh Highness".

Xie Zheyuan yelled unexpectedly: "Quiet, salute——!"

He You's shoulders trembled slightly, he looked at the general's robe suddenly draped over his body, and looked at where Pang Guan was originally.

It is now empty.

He smiled coldly as if he had discovered something interesting, and as if he had fallen into some kind of madness.

deeply……

I'll see you right away.