The Woman who Became the “Male” God

Ji Jingze came near Siyou Mountain and was stopped by the bodyguard arranged by He Lin. After confirming his identity, he was able to pass.

As the leader of Huahua became more and more famous, there were also many fans who came to Siyou Mountain to find her. In order not to disturb the tranquility here, He Lin arranged a few bodyguards to patrol nearby. In addition to internal members, others Everyone must verify their identity to pass.

Parked the car under the mountain, Ji Jingze walked up the mountain, and soon saw the small building located on the half-hill slope.

Like everyone else, he was also attracted by the vibrant flower field. With the pharmacist's keen sense of smell, he can judge the quality of flowers from the aroma and the pure medicinal properties of Zhongzheng.

Although he still had doubts about his level of refining medicine, Ji Jingze had to admit that this flower field was well maintained, no less than the national herb and flower cultivation base, and even worse.

The resentment in Ji Jingze's heart was subconsciously reduced a bit, and he took a deep breath and walked towards the small building.

When he came to a place 40 or 50 meters away from the small building, Ji Jingze stopped because he found that the person he was looking for was standing in the flower field at this time.

On the ridge not far away, there were two men standing, it was He Lin and Segler. They stared at the people in the flower field, as if waiting for something.

Ji Jingze didn't know what they were doing, and was about to get closer, when suddenly he heard a wonderful voice coming with the wind, gently lingering in his ear, like a lover's whisper, and like a misty ripple...

When it was time to release the new medicine again, An Xian came to the flower field, started the live broadcast with ease, took out a bottle of blue potion, and drank it under the watchful eyes of pollen from all over the country.

[Leader, you finally start taking medicine again. 】

[On the level of taking medicine, I take no one, just take the leader. 】

[Premonition that the male **** will go to heaven again. 】

[This time the live broadcast is in Huatian, I think it may be related to flowers. 】

When everyone was discussing enthusiastically, a long low noise suddenly sounded in the live broadcast room, lightly and mellowly, high and low, like feathers across the eardrum, a tingling sensation spread all over the body, and people couldn't help but tremble.

[Ahhhh, the ears are going to be pregnant! ! ! 】

[Fogcao, male god, before you start the sound attack, dare to give a hint first? I almost had a diabetes collapse! 】

[This is the voice of a male god? As a student of the music department, I can’t believe my ears. Without any amplification equipment, the bass of less than 250 Hz can have such magical penetrating power? 】

...

The voice gradually raised, leveling Qiulan, and growing lotus step by step. The vast sound range, like the vast starry sky, and the endless grassland, with a vibrant natural atmosphere, unfolds a beautiful picture before everyone's eyes.

This is not a description, but a real reproduction. With the ups and downs of the sound, scenes of illusions alternately appeared before everyone's eyes. The sky, white clouds, mountains, rivers, lakes, trees, birds and beasts, insects and fish... Finally, there is a sea of ​​colorful flowers.

Bees fly and butterflies dance, flower branches are swaying, dew drops and jade, water color is continuous wave. One sand one world, one flower one heaven. The world is vast, and the moment is eternal.

There were still some people who were frolicking. At this time, they all converged their expressions, listened quietly, and savored carefully. The happiness, sadness, and confusion hidden in the memory... seemed to be aroused in a moment.

What they heard was no longer a peaceful voice, but their own voice.

In a certain recuperation room, a depressed patient curled up in a corner with a blade in his hand and slid towards his wrist tremblingly. His face was full of pain and despair, uncontrollably wanting to leave this hopeless world.

At this moment, a wonderful voice came from the next room, like a clear spring passing through her heart, washing away her ignorance and clearing her mind.

She heard the birdsong, smelled the fragrance of flowers, felt the warmth of the sun, and...the hunger that hadn't eaten for a long time.

She thought of the sweetness of egg tarts, the smoothness of rice porridge, and the crispness of fruits... Tears slipped off inadvertently, and the blades in her hands fell to the ground.

She stood up slowly, pressed the pager, and said to the nurse who heard the sound: "I'm hungry and want to eat egg tarts."

Even if she is going to die, she has to eat all the things she wants to eat until she gets tired of it and she has no more worries...

In a certain hotel, a man walked through the corridor with a gloomy face, stopped in front of a guest room, and stared at the closed door. On the other side of the door, is the murderer who killed his child. The law cannot punish him, so he will do it himself! The murderer can continue to live a happy life without paying hundreds of thousands of dollars, but his child can only lie in the cold underground, with no future. He is not reconciled, he wants to make the murderer pay!

The man swiped and opened the door with his matching room card, gently pushed the door open, and was about to enter the room, but was stopped by a strange rhythm.

The sound hit the golden stone and exploded in his head. It made him feel hard to breathe. The hatred and pain were peeled off like a cocoon. They were cracked layer by layer, and finally shattered into a piece of powder.

Suddenly, he only felt light on his body, as if he had lost all his strength and leaned against the door tiredly.

In the midst of confusion, I suddenly heard a tender and familiar voice ringing in my ear: "Dad."

The man was shocked and turned his head abruptly. He suddenly saw his child standing behind him, showing a cheerful smile at him.

"We go home."

"Xiao Rong..." The man trembled: "Xiao Rong, don't worry, Dad won't let you die in vain. Dad will definitely give you revenge."

"Dad, do you remember why you named me'Rongzai'?" The child smiled, "Only tolerance can tolerate people, but thickness can carry things. You want me to be a tolerant and worthy husband. The famous quote in the sentence comes from Xue Xuan, a Ming agent scholar.)

The man stared at him blankly, his eyes full of sorrow.

"In my heart, you are a big husband who treats others and has no guilt. So..." The child stretched out his little hand and firmly grasped the man's large palm, "Dad, let's go home."

A stream of heat flows into the body from the fingertips, and it feels so real and so warm.

The man's vision gradually blurred, tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't help but hug him, but his arm hugged a void, only a shining spot of light fell in front of him, and his ears still echoed the child's whisper: "Go home... …"

Okay, let's go home.

Wiping his tears, the man stumbled on the rhythm sound overflowing from the crack of the door, and slowly sank into the end of the corridor...

In the ward, a thin man slept deeply on the hospital bed with medical equipment connected to his body, and the sound of dripping machines rang rhythmically.

A woman sitting on the bed, turned on the miniature brain, and said softly to the man on the bed: "Today there is a live broadcast of the leader, which is the male **** I particularly like. Of course, no matter how handsome he is, he cannot be as good as you. Position in the heart."

The woman clicked on the live video, leaned against the man, patted his arm, as if to remind him: "It's started, look!"

Qing Ling's voice slowly came out of the video, and it attracted the woman's mind almost instantly. The happy time with her boyfriend came to her mind. He hadn't become a vegetable at that time. Such cheerful and handsome will always be the focus of everyone. And he is just a humble grass, with an introverted personality and a lifelessness. It was he who pulled her out of the haze, allowing her to see a completely different world. They meet each other, there is no hard and memorable love, only warm and jade love.

To the true to the pure, to the love to the sex. The simplest is the most sincere.

The corner of the woman's mouth couldn't help but overflow with a happy smile, as long as the memories belonging to them were still there, she would not give up.

"My dear, did you hear it? Isn't the male god's voice nice?" The woman turned her head and was about to brag. Suddenly, there was a violent sound from the instrument. The brainwaves that had not changed before turned out to be different. Usual fluctuations.

"Doctor, come here, he has a reaction!" The woman's surprised and excited voice, mixed with the sound waves in the video, echoed in the ward...

The mountain screams and the valley responds, a thousand times a thousand times, the remaining sound is dim.

The five-minute pure tone singing quietly ended, though the sound was still, the meaning was still there.

[This time I was really shocked. 】

[Huh, I don't want to say anything now, I just want to be quiet. 】

[I actually heard crying, it's simply unscientific. 】

[Woo, sorry, fifth brother, I shouldn’t have secretly thrown away the love letter Yuanyuan gave you, causing you to be a poor single dog now. 】

[Fuck! Yuanyuan likes me? ! You silly pen, you have made me unrequited love for seven years! 】

[Uh, fifth brother, so you are here, what I just said was a dream...]

[It's late, go home and wait for death! 】

[Sit and watch the brother upstairs turn back. 】

[Starting today, the leader is officially promoted to the healing male god, worshiping the five bodies. 】

【Cure +1】

...

The touch brought by the on-site listening was stronger than others. He Lin and Segler's moods could not be calmed for a long time, and when they recovered, there was no rest in Hanada.

Ji Jingze stood there blankly, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts, glory, pride, unwillingness to fail, jealousy that blinded his eyes... and finally turned into a ridiculous and distorted face.

That is himself, the self who has lost his heart.

Ji Jingze took a deep breath and glanced in the direction of Xiaolou, then straightened his back and turned away.

Goodbye today and see you later.

An Xian returned to the room and released the new drug information.

Xianyinjue Heart Water, a 5-star medium grade. After drinking, it can make a sound that shocks the soul. According to different rhythms and emotions, the effect is different. It has the function of repairing the spirit, healing the pain, and directly reaching the original heart. It also has significant effects on the treatment of depression, anxiety, autism, mania, autism and other mental diseases. The duration of each singing is 5 minutes.

This is a sub-spirit medicine refined by Anxian with a little Buddha heart plant cultivated in the heart of the Buddha. It is by far the highest-quality and best-effect therapeutic medicine.

The quantity is relatively scarce, only five.

The first generation of Buddha's Heart Herb has the best medicinal properties, because it is directly cultivated from Buddha's heart marrow. The second and third generation buddha heart grass seedlings will have a decline in medicinal properties. After using Xianyinjue Heart Water, you can record the sound, although the effect will be affected, but the advantage is that it can be copied and spread.

An Xian thought for a while, set a relatively high starting price for this new drug, and then added a sentence after the explanation: [Use with caution if the tone is imperfect. 】