God does not love the world [unlimited]

[surprised]

[Fuck, I only have shit left in my heart now]

【Is this what I mean?In Fuyang's place? 】

[What a hatred, digging out someone else's godhood doesn't mean you still have the face to put on yourself? ? 】

[I was really shocked for 1 years. Doesn’t stripping a person’s godhead end their next life?It's too vicious]

[I always thought that Shi Meiren's luck was worse than others in the game because of the sequelae of God's punishment after death, but it turned out that it was because his godhood was dug out, right?right? ! 】

[It’s no wonder that a good god is reincarnated as a human being. I said that the reincarnation of a god should also be a god. It turns out that his godhead has long since disappeared. How can he continue to be a god? ? 】

【I always thought that even though God Realm was deified, it was only a part of it, but if he didn't have a godhead, how did he reincarnate? 】

[It's getting more and more outrageous, watching a live broadcast is actually more exciting than watching a drama]

[No matter how he was reincarnated, I just want to drag that Fuyang out and beat him up, rnm, give my godhead back to my lord! ! ! 】

[A beating is too light, at least the punishment of Ling Chi will be cut into pieces by a thousand knives]

[Skin peeling, searing, cooking, and poisonous doves should all be at least one set]

【Cutting in half, car splitting, inserting needles, laparotomy can also be arranged】

[Didn't it be said that all the gods have great self-healing abilities?Buried alive, twisted, intestines drawn, and beheaded can all be done together]

【Grass】

[I thought I had strayed into Daman before the liberation]

[This brutal and crazy style of painting, I really miss it]

[So far I haven't figured it out, why do we have so many fans of the main god in the Nether Sky? ? 】

【Stop bragging about yourself in front of us, we can't go to the God Realm even if we belong to the Nether Realm】

【...It's not necessarily true】

Ji Congyang lay on the roof.

Qiao Yan squatted next to him, watching Shiyu below enter the room, while Shuying was still standing there in a daze.

The two of them just blew the cold wind for 10 to [-] minutes against the morning sun. Finally, Ji Congyang's reflex arc, which was too slow for a few eight beats, finally ran the whole distance, and let out a sharp breath: "I almost suffocated!" died."

"..."

Qiao Yan refrained from rolling her eyes, and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"After listening to the gossip, why don't you go down here and wait to feed the mosquitoes?"

Ji Congyang followed him downstairs. When he passed Shi Yu's room, he paused. He touched the handle several times when he raised his hand, but he put it down again. He went back and forth like this for four or five times. It was Qiao Yan who directly dragged the person away from the scene.

"What are you pulling me for?"

Qiao Yan was really too lazy to look at him: "People are sleeping, don't make noise."

There was a thick fog outside the castle in the morning. The pure whiteness was thicker than milk. Standing by the window and looking down, the ground could no longer be seen. It was like a flying house being pulled up to the clouds by thousands of balloons, but you couldn’t touch it with your hands. Cotton candy, only the cold water vapor penetrates the skin and soaks into the bone marrow; when looking out, there is no colorful rainbow, only gray eyes; and there will be no waterfall after waiting.

Holding a basket of cherries, Ji Congyang stood on the balcony and stared at the fog outside.

According to the time of the castle wall clock, it is already noon. After the sun comes out, the thick fog should disappear under the light and temperature, but the fog in front of me has no intention of reducing at all.

"Either the fog here is not real fog, or the pollution of the forest is too serious." Ji Congyang sighed while lying on the railing.

Without saying a word, Qiao Yan took a cherries from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth.

Ji Congyang put the fruit plate aside, stretched out his right hand as much as possible, and his entire upper body was almost hanging in the air on the railing, teetering. It was such a difficult movement that he finally landed successfully, and his entire sleeve was soaked in the mist.

The temperature in the forest dropped very hard. Even though it was raining yesterday, the temperature was still in midsummer in August, but now it has only passed one night, and even the water vapor attached to the outer wall of the castle has a faint tendency to condense.

This is still the subjective feeling of their bodies being alienated into a piece of wood and a piece of metal.

Only Shi Yu still has a human body, and his feelings on it should actually be deeper than theirs, but they didn't have a chance to ask.

Ever since I confessed to Luo Huaishen that the other party entered the room, I have shrunk myself into the quilt, and I haven't woken up until now, so it's not easy for others to bother me.

Shuying was not with them, and they couldn't find where each other was, but they knew they must stand where they could see Shiyu all the time.

The castle clock ticked, and the minute hand moved two more times.

It was already afternoon, and the mist outside was still there, but the water vapor that was originally pure white began to turn gray-black, and it was so dim that it seemed like it was about to shed tears.

The gauze on Shi Yu's neck faintly oozes blood, the palms of his forehead are all wet with sweat, and his face is so pale that one's heart trembles.

Shuying appeared in the room: "My lord."

The eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled uncontrollably, as if they were in a nightmare.

"Shi Yu."

"Ayu."

"Little fish."

The other party bent down and called him teasingly: "Little fish, what are you planting?"

"Rice."

"Why are you always dealing with mud at such a young age?"

He corrected sternly: "I am the same age as you, born in the same year, the same month, and the same day."

The planted seedlings gradually grew up, and humans harvested in the heavy rice fields.

The other party came to him again: "Have you seen the way of heaven?"

"No."

"Why don't you go and have a look? It's rare for Heaven to meet mortals."

He raised his eyes, his eyes were black and clear, but inside he was heartless and desireless: "I want to farm."

"..."

"If, I said if," the other party asked, "I can only be a mortal in the future, what do you want to do?" The other party gave him an example, "A gifted scholar? A general and a martial artist? A wealthy and high-ranking official?"

He didn't know why, but thought for a long time: "It's good to be an idler."

"Idlers?"

"Have your own residence, have a job with a long spare time, get a fixed salary according to the day, don't need to run around, wake up to see the black flames burning outside the window."

From winter to spring, human beings work in the fields after the rain.

He was standing on the top of the hill when someone patted his shoulder suddenly.

It's still the other party, but it's different from him. The other party can talk, laugh and make jokes. Others describe him as a gentleman of Qingfeng Jiyue.

"Heaven is calling us, shall we go together?"

Before he could open his mouth, there was a boy shouting from the bottom of the mountain: "Fu Yang! Hurry up!"

The other party pulled him and ran down the hill.

The young man below obviously has no patience: "Fu Yang!"

The other party shouted while running: "Come here!"

Shuying bent down: "My lord, wake up."

Shi Yu's forehead was sweating more and more, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Ji Congyang ran over with a water glass in his hand, looked down and saw that the corners of the other's lips were white and dry from the burn, took out a cotton swab from the bracelet, dipped it in water carefully, and applied it on the other's lips bit by bit.

Shuying stepped back to make room for him: "Can't you just drink?"

Ji Congyang didn't raise his head: "Are you responsible for the choking?"

Shi Yu was so burned that his consciousness began to blur, and everything around him seemed to have been painted with layers of pale paint. He tried to look, but he couldn't see it.

Ji Congyang couldn't wake him up, so he finally gave him some water.

Qiao Yan watched his movements quietly the whole time: "As long as the fever subsides, it will be fine."

Ji Congyang put down the glass: "If it's just a fever, you shouldn't be unable to wake up."

Joe was disgusted.

Ji Congyang stared at the hand on the thin quilt: "It's snake venom."

He could actually tell that he had a fever since he bandaged Shi Yu, but he didn't want to talk about it.He is like this, Qiao Yan and Shuying are like this, but they all choose to remain silent, as if as long as no one exposes the incident, the incident has not yet reached the point of irreversibility.

It's useless to stay here, Ji Congyang packed up his things and was about to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the door, there was a loud bang behind him, and the glass fell to the ground.

It was Peter Pan who came, and the hand that was grabbing down stopped in mid-air and was intercepted by the other hand.

Shuying's fist hit the opponent's head directly.

"boom--!!"

Both sides obviously used great strength, and at the moment when the fists and palms intersected, they flew backwards due to the recoil.

It's pointless to ask why they did it, because the two of them saw each other's possession of their territory like wild beasts in their eyes, and it was impossible to discuss it.

Relying on his ability to fly, Peter Pan took a step faster. After controlling his figure, he swooped down suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of Shuying and punched him out.

The fist rubbed against the face and landed on the wall, the masonry shattered with a bang, and Shuying's skin was scratched by the flying stones, and he kicked Peter Pan in the chest.

When Peter Pan leaned back to dodge, he grabbed the opponent's falling fist, suddenly pulled him up into the air, and let go when he threw it out.

Shuying had no point of strength under her feet, she directly bent her body and twisted towards the opponent's neck.

Ji Congyang didn't care about the battle on the other side. When he rushed back to the bed and tried to take Shi Yu away, he didn't react until his movements were blocked. The other party's wrist was still bound by an iron chain, and it was impossible to leave the room.

Shuying and Peter Pan didn't dodge much during the battle, or they both wanted to kill each other quickly rather than hide, but in a short while, their bodies were covered with scars, and the wounds were full of bones.

There was the sound of rushing water outside the window.

The top of the castle was washed away by the flood, and a huge hole was broken in a single wall, and the water that covered the sky and the sun rushed towards Peter Pan.

At the moment when people were about to be devoured, the trees in the nearby forest suddenly grew wildly, reaching towering heights in the blink of an eye, and then rolling down, like a huge wall blocking the rushing water.

Qiao Yan understood from Peter Pan's expression almost instantly that this was not Peter Pan's own ability.

But this world is Peter Pan's dreamland.

Peter Pan may allow the dream to develop without knowing it, but once the other party knows that this is his dream, what will happen?

In addition to Peter Pan waking up and the dream disappearing, there is actually another possible ending: Peter Pan will not be awake, but instead has the ability to manipulate everything in the dream in a half-dream and half-awake state.

It took only a moment to understand all this, and in the next second, the bricks and stones of the castle building were shattered inch by inch under everyone's noses, and together with the thick vines, they revived and smashed down violently.

The water blocked by the high altitude splashes in all directions.

The sudden explosion of the storm knocked away all the surrounding living creatures, but Peter Pan jumped down at this moment, flew to Ji Congyang in the blink of an eye, and smashed down with one fist.

Ji Congyang's mind was completely blank, he just subconsciously turned his back and hugged the person behind him.

In the blink of an eye, one hand was raised at this moment, and the Liuyun wooden hairpin in his hand was thrown out.

Streaming light splashed, and Jinghongzhao was shining brightly, directly penetrating Peter Pan who was constantly zooming in.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and it took a long time before someone said, "Let go."

Ji Congyang let go in a daze: "You..."

Shi Yu withdrew from his arms, walked up to Peter Pan who fell to the ground not far away, and picked up the hairpin.

Peter Pan's left scapula was completely pierced, and because the injury was too close to the heart, there was no cure for bone erosion, and death was a foregone conclusion.

It’s just that I don’t know if it’s because it can’t be changed, or it’s just that the other party’s brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. At this moment, Peter Pan looked at him with calm eyes, but he was a little puzzled: "Since you already have a way to kill Why didn't I use it before?"

Shi Yu didn't answer his question, he lowered his head and grabbed the iron ring on his wrist, twisting it lightly.

The iron ring snapped.

This was not done by his own strength, but because Peter Pan knew that he could not be trapped, and the iron chain lost its status as "surely able to lock friends" in Peter Pan's heart, so it failed accordingly.

Shi Yu unscrewed the iron rings on both hands, and the chain fell off with a clatter: "So you want the others to stay?"

Peter Pan froze for a moment: "It's okay."

He thought for a while, and then said, "But if you don't want to stay, it would be nice if you could kill me yourself. From now on, you will bear my life forever."

Shi Yu was silent.

Not to mention that Ji Congyang's roots are just young, even he can't quite understand such a sick way of thinking.

The sky seemed to have been torn off suddenly, exposing a dazzling white light that was overexposed.

At the moment when the others turned around, Peter Pan, who had already closed his eyes, stood up silently and walked forward.

The ground seemed to be unable to withstand his trampling, and cracked in the blink of an eye, and the bricks and stones were annihilated into fly ash.

Shi Yu suddenly felt something and wanted to turn his head.

A hand has covered the position behind his heart.

The other party called: "Shi Yu."

Just this sentence, you don’t need to look at it to know, it can’t be a title that Peter Pan would call.

What's more, Fuyang's voice hasn't changed much over the years.

Probably no one could recall what happened in that instant, anyway, by the time Shi Yu noticed it, his consciousness had already begun to slacken.

Fu Yang is not of a dawdling nature, and he is decisive when he wants to do something, and he has no interest in reminiscing about the past with the victim in his hands.Therefore, apart from calling his name which could barely be regarded as a greeting at the beginning, he didn't say any extra words, and directly pierced his heart from behind with his hand.

The hand staying inside the opponent's body suddenly tightened, and the heart in the palm was crushed into minced meat.

Fu Yang pulled out his hand.

The body in front of him just left a huge blood hole, and suddenly fell down without support.

Shi Yu was conscious when he fell to the ground.

This is not the first time he has tasted the feeling of death. Rather than pain, it is actually a sense of powerlessness, like grabbing a handful of cold water in the palm of your hand. For "life" things.

The speed of dying for the second time was much faster than the first time, he could only feel the salty blood flowing upstream from his mouth gushing out of his lips and teeth, and the last image left in his eyes seemed to be that Fu Yang stepped back and gave him a hug Smiling a little bit, it seems like someone running from the side who doesn't know which direction is yelling at him, even if he can't hear anything, he can't make any response, just like he can't stop his pupils from starting to spread , the line of sight loses focus.

Ji Congyang's player bracelet suddenly became hot.

A lottery ticket floated up in the storage compartment, and spontaneously ignited without fire.