God does not love the world [unlimited]

After Yuan Ji went down the mountain and saw a deserted dead lake, he realized that he was probably deceived by the boy who showed him the way.

He thought about it calmly for a few seconds, then went up the mountain again and walked in another direction.

The mountain was not high, and the forest was shallow. Yuan Ji relied on his good memory to search back and forth, and finally found the "Lingqi Village" mentioned by the boy at the time before the sun set.

He didn't consume much physical strength. In fact, if he wasn't worried about using his divine power at will to cause harm to this world and even the people who are lying in the thorn bushes outside the tomb of God, he wouldn't even walk peacefully on two legs. .

This point is just when the sun is about to set and the people who are working on the mountain are returning home. Yuan Ji standing in the middle of the road is too conspicuous. Many people secretly looked at him and whispered:

"Which family is this young man?"

"I haven't seen it, it's not from our village."

"A group of nobles from the capital came here two months ago, and now another one comes here?" The person who said this couldn't wait, "Then can we also visit? Do you think he will find a room to stay?"

"Come on, the nobles in your house are the only ones who like it?" The person next to him smiled, "Besides, you really think that group of nobles are all stupid and rich and give you money for nothing to take advantage of you? Why don't you spend more time fooling around?" Plow two fields."

This is about history.

"What kind of robe is he wearing?"

"It looks a bit like satin. When I went to the market with my aunt, I saw those ladies from rich and noble families wear it." The person who said this said in an envious tone, "It's not something we can afford anyway."

The person next to him tasted it: "We don't have a body raised by wealth, so don't waste good things."

It's about appearance.

"Some people are born rich and powerful, while others have to worry about whether they will eat or not." Another person lamented, "God is really unfair."

Someone next to him answered: "However, it does not prevent some people from having brain problems. Don't have to dig into the mud with the rich and powerful."

The other person obviously knew who the other person was referring to, and gloated in his eyes: "It's just a pity that he looks like that."

Yuan Ji didn't intend to eavesdrop, but his five senses were so good, and his voice was so smooth, it made him listen to those chatters [-]% in a daze.

He was looking for someone to ask the way, but at this moment the last person who spoke said something again.

Yuan Ji stopped suddenly and turned around: "Where is he?"

That person didn't expect that the barely half-person involved could come over, and was caught on the spot gossiping behind his back, his voice stuttered: "What, what?"

"Shi Yu." Yuan Ji reminded, "You told him just now, where is he now?"

The man scanned the other party up and down, stopped on the clothes for a few seconds, and then gave him directions: "This road goes all the way to the end of the village, and that grocery store belongs to him."

There are no clerks in the grocery store, and there is a cabinet carved from original wood, but there is no glass.There is no such thing as glass in this world, so the shelves are all facing outward.

Yuan Ji's first reaction when he saw it was: It would be unreasonable for this kind of shelf to not be caught by thieves.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, he quickly threw it away, and knocked on the wooden door of the grocery store: "Is anyone there?"

After a few seconds of silence, there was the sound of someone walking in the stall of the grocery store.

Waiting for the door to be opened from the inside, Yuanji thought a little bit about how to face the other party's problem. After all, if Shuying hadn't dragged him to find Ling Zhao and found that the other party was missing, and then Shuying himself had also disappeared. , He will not realize that there is a problem with the identity of the person in the temple today.

If you really want to say, in fact, he is only less than a month less stupid than other gods.

The other party was unconscious almost the whole time in the tomb of the gods before, and he didn't need to worry about how to speak at all.

However, these problems disappeared the moment the other party opened the door.

Yuan Ji stared blankly at Shi Yu.

He could still recognize that face, but it wasn't exactly the face he saw in the video. Strictly speaking, it should be much younger than the real person, only fourteen or fifteen years old, with the appearance of a teenager.

Seeing that the other party seemed to open his mouth, Yuan Ji immediately said, "I'm here to buy something."

Shi Yu: "...what?"

"I'm here to buy things." Instead of facing the deity, but just a young man who didn't know anything in the past tense, Yuan Ji relaxed and quickly found a good reason for himself, "Isn't this a grocery store? Don't you do business? "

Shi Yu blinked: "Then what do you want?"

Yuan Ji: "An empty room."

Shi Yu wondered for a few seconds that either he had heard wrong or the other party had said wrong.

"Just be next to you." Yuan Ji said in a serious tone, "Is there any?"

Shi Yu thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

The compartment of the shop is the hall, and there are stone stairs beside it.

Shi Yu walked to the second floor and opened a door: "Here."

Yuan Ji walked over and saw a room.

Literally a room.

There is no bed, no bedding, and even no cabinet sundries. Except for a square cut out on one side to make a window, the rest is a complete cuboid.

He was a little dazed: "Can this sleep?"

Shi Yu reminded: "You said it was an empty room." He didn't ask for a bed.

Yuan Ji was silent for a while.

"Are you sure?"

Yuan Ji hurriedly replied: "Yes!"

Regardless, he wanted a legitimate reason to be here anytime.

Besides, he is a god, so he doesn't really need to sleep, and the bed is not a necessity. At worst, it's enough to spend this time in meditation and practice.

After settling down the customers, Shi Yu didn't stay long: "You can do whatever you want here, I'll go down first."

He had just arrived on the first floor when there was another knock on the door outside the cubicle.

Shi Yu could only turn around, opened the door, and was stunned for a moment.

The boy outside the door smiled and said, "Little fish."

It took Shi Yu a while to respond: "Yes."

Fu Yang stood outside the door: "Can I come in?"

Shi Yu turned sideways to make way for him: "What do you want me to do?"

The hall leads directly to the backyard, and when you open a door, you can see the field made of water and mud outside.

"Have you heard? Lingqi Village seems to have a new candidate today."

"No."

Fu Yang was helpless: "Can you pay attention to the news in the village once in a while?"

Shi Yu didn't answer: "You came to me to ask this?"

"No." Fu Yang smiled, "But I really have a question that I've always wanted to hear your answer to."

"what?"

"Do you want to be the Lord God?"

■

The compartment door was closed by Fu Yang when he left.

Shi Yu turned her head and saw a figure standing in the stairwell.

Yuan Ji stopped on the first floor: "I didn't eavesdrop on purpose."

Shi Yu said "hmm" without emotion, pulled away the chair against the wall, picked up a stalk of rice from the bamboo basket at his feet, and picked off the grains one by one.

Yuan Ji squatted beside him, looking at him with his chin in his hand: "Can I ask a question?"

"what ever."

"What is a candidate?" It was not the first time Yuan Ji had heard this word, but he just hadn't figured it out, and he was prepared for the other party not to answer when he asked.

But he didn't want the other party to really answer: "The main god candidate."

The guess was confirmed, and Yuan Ji didn't know how he felt.

He always thought that the main gods, like their principal gods, were appointed by the Dao of Heaven, born noble, and had unique godheads that fit the gods from birth. What should be theirs will always be theirs.

Who would have thought that this position still needs to be fought for.

He asked the next question: "Are there many candidates?"

"Thousands." Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes and threw the peeled grains into the porcelain bowl, "I didn't count them carefully."

"They're all in Lingqi Village?"

Shi Yu shook his head: "Only a few are here."

"what about others?"

"Elsewhere."

So it's random?

Yuan Ji pondered in his heart, but looked at him without blinking: "Do you want to be the main god?"

This question was asked before Fu Yang left.

Shi Yu's answer didn't change: "I haven't thought about it."

"If this position was given to you," Yuan Ji paused, "would you hate it?"

The growth of rice ears in Lingqi Village is so bad that even Yuanji, a layman, can see that it is very bad. Even though the plants look lush, there are not many grains that can be counted as millet.

Shi Yu finished peeling one ear of rice, threw the bare straw back into the bamboo basket, and picked up another one again: "Why do you hate it?"

Yuan Ji asked: "Since you don't hate it, then you also enjoy being the main god?"

Shi Yu finally looked up at him.

Only then did Yuan Ji realize that this is not reality, and Shi Yu at this age is not the main god at all, so he can't answer this question at all.He hurriedly made amends: "I mean, if Heaven asked you to be the Lord God, would you take this position?"

"meeting."

Yuan Ji was stunned: "I thought you didn't like being the main god."

Shi Yu looked at him suspiciously: "Why do you think so?"

Because of your monthly gatherings and annual assessments during your tenure, and your attitude of meeting with the God in charge is always a routine. After so many years, you have never taken off your mask to reveal your true face.

Yuan Ji didn't speak.

Shi Yu said, "If you give it to me, you should be it. Isn't that what you should do?"

■

Fu Yang walked into the dungeon.

The prison corridor is narrow and long, and the cries of the detainees inside can be heard more clearly as you go in.

It was Ling Zhao who was imprisoned here at first. After experiencing all kinds of resistance but being suppressed and unable to break out, he didn't know what method he used, so he just called nearly a hundred animals from this dungeon surrounded by mountains. There were so many dusty rats that one wondered if he had found all the rats in the dungeon. Half of them were responsible for chewing the locks on the cells, while the other half were patrolling the streets outside trying to find the exit.

The dungeon is actually equivalent to a formation, and the solution is different every time you enter and exit. If you don't bring a guide stone, even if there is no rock lock, it is almost impossible to go out by yourself.

Ling Zhao was just trying his luck at first, but he didn't expect to find the exit before he heard from the group of mice that he had new neighbors next door.He grabbed the railing: "Who is it?"

"Squeak."

"Probably describe it, what does it look like?"

"Squeak."

"Who in this world doesn't have two eyes and one mouth?"

"squeak--"

Ling Zhao frowned, and was about to tell it to go back and have a look, but at this moment, the fog that had been lingering outside the cage dissipated.

The picture in front of me gradually became clear.

Ling Zhao raised his head suddenly.

Fu Yang stopped outside his prison door, just as if the eyes that were almost to tear him apart were not there, and raised his hand to unlock the rock lock.

"boom--!!"

The condensed divine power slammed into the face of the person who came.

Ling Zhao's attack was fierce, and he rushed forward with the knife, but a hand suddenly stretched out from the overflowing light, and firmly clasped his wrist holding the knife.

Fu Yang directly threw him out.

Ling Zhao uncontrollably slammed into the cell's stone wall, his vision went blank for a few seconds, and finally he saw Fu Yang standing in front of him at some point.

Fu Yang pressed his shoulder with his palm: "I want to borrow something from you."

Ling Zhao was so shackled that he couldn't move, so he yelled, "Get the fuck out of here!"

There was no change on Fu Yang's face, his divine power condensed into a dagger blade, gouged out the opponent's chest, abdomen and heart, and then took out the porcelain bottle.

Ling Zhao was in so much pain that he was sweating all over his body, and his self-healing ability was affected, so the wound would always heal quickly.

However, in order to prevent him from stopping the bleeding, the other party had to stab the original wound back and forth again and again.He even weakened his strength to resist the shackles: "What do you want to do?"

Fu Yang used a bottle to catch his dripping blood: "Lend me some divine power."

"Borrow?" Ling Zhao laughed angrily, "You call robbery a borrow? When you pulled the lord from the position of the main god and sat on it yourself, did you also say it was just borrowing? Can you show some face? Just So cheap?!"

The calmness in Fu Yang's eyes was finally gone, the knife in his hand was completely submerged into the opponent's abdomen, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and spun vigorously, stirring the holes and minced meat that the knife dug out.

Ling Zhao's body couldn't curl up at all, and his clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, but he held back and remained silent.

Until the blade was pulled out, the drawn blood line meandered.

Ling Zhao tried his best to spit out the words: "Do you think you can transfer my supernatural power to you with a little blood? What dream are you doing?"

Fu Yang closed the fire in his eyes: "Do you think your divine power is very precious?"

Ling Zhao saw that the other party had changed into the kind of eyes he hated the most.

Fu Yang looked at him, "Do you think that you are born with a godhead, you are the son of destiny, you should be superior to others, and you are the most special and irreplaceable one?"

Ling Zhao gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Don't even think about it, why are there always 99 principal gods in the temple? Why is it that as long as one dies, a new god will be born in the world, and there must be a godhead in the body of the dead principal god? Fu Yang filled one of the porcelain bottles with blood, and took out the other, "Because you happened to be born after the death of the previous head god, and the godheads that fell off after their death just came to you."

"As for you, you are a rare beast in Kunlun. After being seriously injured after taking office as the God of Rui, you died on the hospital bed for three years because of the protection of the godhead. Your parents don't know where you heard it from. The news, I deliberately pinched you to give birth, so that you can successfully inherit the position of Ruixian God."

Ling Zhao's voice trembled: "This...how is it possible..."

"Except for the decent gods who were appointed by the gods of the first generation, how many of them in this generation do you think are truly arranged by fate?"

Fu Yang took a knife and cut the opponent's body a little wider: "It just so happens that there is a pair of parents who are greedy for power, taking advantage of the deliberate birth, and really think that they are born noble? You are dead, and there are thousands of others. Creatures line up for succession."

"Didn't you always wonder why I could beat him?"

Fu Yang plugged the full porcelain bottle, stood up, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Because those idiots like you who have never been recognized by their own godheads, even if they are bloodied to the point of death by my knife, they are stingy to show up." Protector, I can successfully graft your divine power onto me. Although the strength varies from good to bad, there are enough ants to kill an elephant."

Ling Zhao opened his eyes a little bit.

Fu Yang laughed ironically: "He will die, but it is thanks to you."