After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin was speechless for a moment.

Yan Hui's eyes were clear and enthusiastic, as if he didn't realize how embarrassing his words were at all.

Yan Zhijin pinched the stems of the flowers that Yan Hui handed to her, handed back the flowers that had been destroyed to the point of withering, and asked coldly: "Then how many more bouquets do you take back?"

"Why?" Yan Qu asked.

"Don't you like the taste? It's better to grow it yourself."

"What I like is the smell on your body." Yan Hui blurted out.

He clasped Yan Zhijin's wrist and looked around vigilantly: "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Yan Zhijin broke his hands casually twice, but it didn't have any effect, so he simply stopped struggling, put his other hand into his pocket, and said casually, "I just see that you like this Plant flowers and give you a suggestion."

"What I like is the smell of you, not the smell of this flower." Yan Hui corrected, "Without you by my side, what would I do with these flowers?"

"..." Yan Zhijin looked away, "I know, don't say it."

Yan Hui didn't relax, still clenched his wrist tightly, and hastily confirmed: "You don't want to go to some dangerous place by yourself, so you asked me to take Hua as you?"

Yan Zhijin started to have a headache again: "No!"

Yan Hui said, "You...don't take me with you."

"Do you like these flowers?" Snorf poked his head over, "I can take you to the place where the flowers are grown later. If you like them, I can even give you some seeds."

Just as Yan Zhijin wanted to decline his kindness, he smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers, and nodded in a mysterious way: "Thank you."

Snowfone performed a set of concise rituals in front of the stone slab.

Edward also followed silently.His ceremony was a little simpler than Snowf's.

It seems that this god really has no requirements for believers.

"Do you feel irritable?" Yan Zhijin asked.

Snowfaw opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Why? Serving God is my wish."

"I mean, do you think he is forcing you to endure?" Yan Zhijin said, "You don't like Matt, but because he said that any life is a part of the order and has a reason for existence, you can Their presence has to be tolerated. Don't you feel suffocated?"

"I do feel troubled, but it's just that I don't practice enough." Snowf said solemnly, "God never taught me what to become, but I hope that I can get closer to Him. If I can experience God Ideas may be able to win His favor even more."

"Actually, I was also troubled by this matter. But when I asked God, God said to me easily, since I hate him, I should scold him or beat him.

"It seems to contradict the Lord's previous words. I think what the Lord means is that He, as the order of the entire universe, treats everything equally. But as an ordinary human being, I can have my own likes and dislikes.

"The Lord said, I don't need to think about whether my behavior is reasonable, not whether I should do it, but whether I want to do it, because all my behaviors are part of the order and are allowed. My behavior The starting point is myself, as long as it makes me suffer, I don’t have to do it. His disrespect to the Lord is allowed by order, and my anger at him is also the same.”

Snowf was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "But I... I still can't do it. I almost fainted when I thought of the possibility of blood in a fight. So until now, I just quarreled with Matt. I It's really disappointing."

"God says we can be anything we want to be."

"No matter who we are, how many flaws we have, aggressive and gentle, brave and timid, straightforward and coy, wise and stupid, He respects their existence. Even if those people don't respect at all he."

"And I, Nanf, want to be the most trusted apostle of the Lord."

He smiled sweetly: "I will also work hard to be brave. The Lord said that I can be cowardly, but I think that He should not like cowardly people."

Yan Zhijin nodded thoughtfully: "I see, thank you."

After the ceremony was over, Sinov took a group of people to see the greenhouse.

The scale of the greenhouse is bigger than they imagined.After all, flowers have to be replaced every day, and ordinary greenhouses cannot supply them.

"We discovered this kind of flower by accident." Snowf said, "Perhaps, this is also the favor bestowed on us by God. This kind of flower does not look like desert plants at all."

The petals of the flower face down, and it looks like a lily of the valley, but it is not so delicate and delicate, but it looks very grand.

The rich floral fragrance has been smelling for a long time, and it always makes people feel tired, but the fragrance of this flower is very strange, even though it is as sweet as if dipped in sugar, it is still refreshing.

Yan Hui made gestures on top of Yan Zhijin's head with the flowers he had brought from Si Nuofu before, and then measured the size of the fresh white flowers.

Yan Zhijin said, "Don't pick other people's flowers randomly."

"I didn't take it off." Yan Hui raised his hands, "I just want to try it out and see how it looks good on you."

Thinking of the wreath on his head, Yan Zhijin felt uncomfortable, and flatly refused: "I don't like this kind of decoration."

"Do you like this flower?"

"……good."

Mainly, after Yan Hui said that the scent of this flower was similar to the smell of his pheromone, he couldn't help paying attention to this flower, and the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

Yan Hui asked, "Do you want it?"

"Don't pick other people's flowers." Yan Zhijin reminded again.

Yan Hui shook his head, took a seed from his hand, and clenched his fist: "Wait a minute."

His free hand stretched out to cover the clenched hand, and slowly moved away.

He turned his wrist and slowly opened his fist.

A delicate and beautiful flower burst out with a "bang".

Yan Zhijin let out a soft "Huh", surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yan Hui pinned the flower on the chest of his shirt, and gave a gentleman's salute: "This kind of decoration is not too much."

"You can make them grow quickly." Yan Zhijin poked the petals, his eyes softened with the softness of the petals.

"This is the most basic." Yan Hui said proudly.

Yan Zhijin caressed the petals again.

This is real, living flower.Even without the nutrient-carrying rhizome, it still seems to be full of life.

He thought for a while, walked to the side, said something to Snowf, and the two left the greenhouse for a while.

Yan Hui wanted to follow, but he refused.

Yan Hui's face immediately sank: "What do you have to go out with him alone?"

"I'll be back in a while." Yan Zhijin casually took a flower and stuffed it into his hand, "You smell the flowers first."

Yan Hui lowered his head, smelling the flowers boredly, and soon put the flowers aside without interest.

But he stayed where he was.

Yan Zhijin's speech was a bit long.

Shen Zhiyu and the others, who were still enthusiastically exploring the new environment, began to sit down and chat, but Yan Zhijin hadn't come back yet.

Yan Hui sat a little far away from the others, resting his chin, looking at the door.

He heard the others smugly lowering their voices, discussing what he looked like as an attraction.

His perception is far beyond that of human beings, and what ordinary people think he can't hear, in fact, he knows it clearly.

But he didn't bother to refute.

The thought of "go outside to look for Yan Zhijin" flashed through his mind briefly, but he choked it out again.

Now he is not as desperate as before, even if Yan Zhijin really leaves his sight, he will not panic and be depressed.

He believed he would come back.

Everyone else's topic turned to what to eat for dinner, Yan Zhijin and Snowfaw were late.

Yan Zhijin walked in his direction with hands behind his back.

Yan Hui stood up and took the initiative to greet the door.

Yan Zhijin stopped three or four steps in front of him, with his right hand behind his back, obviously hiding something.

"Take it..." Yan Zhijin hadn't finished speaking before Yan Zhijin quickly pinned something on top of his head.

Yan Hui swallowed the words and rolled his eyes upwards.

If he guessed correctly, the one on his head should be a garland.

Hastily produced, not detailed enough, but bright and beautiful garlands.

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