I Am Not the Supreme God

The warm temperature and the slightly salty sea breeze attract many people to walk along the beach in the aftermath of the evening.

"Hush~"

There was a whistle from the balcony of the ancient building. Passing visitors looked up and saw the scene of the handsome man and the beautiful girl embracing under the dim afterglow. They couldn't help but speak: "Brother, nice girl!"

Tang Chuan leaned back on the balcony, turned his head slightly, looked down at the person who was laughing and waving, and said, "It's okay, your girlfriend is also good."

The man took the hand of the female companion beside him and said, "It's not a girlfriend, it's a wife, we are already married."

As he said, the man smiled away in the sea breeze, waved his hand again, and said, "I wish you all grow old together!"

Tang Chuan raised his hand and said, "I wish you all grow old together."

The man’s voice came from afar, saying: "Haha, I will~"

Tang Chuan did not speak any more, but looked at Bonnieville's expression, and found that she did not even sullen on her face, only a faint smile.

This is the blue continent today, and people's spirits have been sublimated to another level.

The social malice is greatly reduced. The sudden greetings from strangers do not mean to molest or slander. People just feel that the scene of handsome men and beautiful women embracing in ancient buildings in the sunset is very beautiful, and they can't help but blow a whistle. And send out their own admiration and blessings.

Everyone is more self-confident and believes in the goodwill of the society. There is not much inferiority and shame that explode at the touch of a touch.

And all of this, Bonnieville is naturally credited with great credit. What kind of God’s spokesperson is, her thoughts and cognition, with a little guidance, will be infinitely magnified below. Of course, the premise is that the material is sufficiently rich.

Tang Chuan said, "It's still hard to imagine that you did it."

Bonnieville's arm was attached to Tang Chuan, and he said, "It's hard for me to imagine that this is what I did."

In a pun, one said that she would never have thought that she would become like this before, and the two said that she did not even think of it, and dared to take this step towards Tang Chuan.

"In that case..."

Tang Chuan pushed Bonnieville away and said, "I will return one thing to you."

Bonnieville was surprised: "What?"

Tang Chuan did not answer. Instead, he extended his index finger and placed it in front of Bonnieville's lips, saying, "This."

Suddenly, Bonnieville's scalp was numb, and his taste buds suddenly bloomed, like an elf dancing in his mouth.

She stuck her tongue out, tasted on Tang Chuan's index finger, and said, "Salty, long-lost taste."

Tang Chuan once took away her sense of taste as a price to mention the pope, and now he has returned it.

Bonnieville, who has not tasted the taste for more than ten years, feels that everything today is full of colors, not from the vision, but from the soul.

She said: "Today is really a memorable day, even if you may be disgusted in the future, but I also remember it in my heart."

At this moment, the sunset has officially ended, and night has fallen, but the streets under the ancient buildings are still brightly lit.

Tang Chuan said, "To me, today is also very special. Let's go and take a look at the world you have created."

Bonnieville smiled and nodded, and tentatively held Tang Chuan's hand.

In a blink of an eye, they appeared on an unfamiliar street, and the surrounding pedestrians were bustling, but they were not surprised by the sudden appearance of the men and women.

However, he still couldn't help but cast his admiring eyes. They had to look and temperament far beyond ordinary people, and couldn't help but want to look at them more.

The two of them walked on the night street, looking at the dazzling array of goods around, the long-lost smoke and fire, all rising in their hearts.

Bonnieville naturally needless to say, as the supreme ruler here, she has never walked in the mundane with such an ordinary heart.

The same is true for Tang Chuan. He has been to too many corners of the universe and interacted with many aliens.

But the smoke and flames were not found for a long time, only the blue star in the memory.

The brilliance of human nature is gradually magnified by the presence of Bonnieville.

Although from the perspective of others, you might think that he may be using Bonnieville as a tool, but humanity is so shallow, a truly lifeless toy, after a long period of time, it may produce reluctant feelings, let alone a living person. Up.

Human love will gradually become pure and bloom in various utilitarian emotions.

There is no need to analyze too much rationally, just use perceptual feelings, perhaps gradually, human nature will prevail, and love will emerge in this way.

The two quickly entered the state. Tang Chuan tried to let go of all rationality and integrate into the role of her male partner. Bonnieville's behavior was dominated by Tang Chuan. As long as Tang Chuan did not resist, she naturally became more courageous.

The pope sometimes took Tang Chuan's hand, went to the shop she was interested in to select goods, and sometimes leaned on Tang Chuan, saying things she never said before.

The two went to an accessory shop again. Bonnieville found a civet cat mask that looked like a three-pointer to Tang Chuan. He wanted to buy it and give it to him. But with a backhand, he found that he didn’t even have a dress pocket in this long dress. Don't talk about coins.

In the helpless gaze of the shopkeeper, Bonnieville looked at Tang Chuan without speaking.

Naturally, it is impossible for Tang Chuan to have money, but in Qiyuan Universe, he is undoubtedly the master.

He took the civet cat mask in his hand, shook his other hand in front of the shopkeeper, and said, "Here you are."

The shopkeeper and him stared at each other with big eyes, thinking that I didn't see it, and that there was nothing in your hand. What a trouble this is.

You say you want it, maybe I'll give it to you when I'm in a good mood. It's just a metal skin mask, and it's not worth any money.

The owner said: "Friend~www.wuxiaspot.com~You are making me play."

Having said that, he stretched out his hand and continued: "My hand can not only be used to collect money, but when I was young, I also beaten up many villains. I once fought side by side with His Majesty the Pope on the frontline battlefield. In the Dragon's Breath, hand blades of foreign enemies, if you want to tease me..."

Wow~

Before he finished speaking, Tang Chuan Xu opened his hands slightly, and an endless stream of silver coins spilled from the cracks in his hands.

It didn't stop until the shop owner's hands were spilled and he couldn't hold his clothes.

Ding Ding Ding!

The clear sound of silver coins falling on the ground attracted the attention of many people. The owner was also stupid. He looked at Tang Chuan blankly and said, "You..."

Tang Chuan smiled and raised the mask in his hand, and walked outside the store with Bonnieville.

But Bonnieville turned around and curiously asked: "Is it the Battle of Star Skeleton? Are you an alternate cook in the Tiger Ben Camp? I seem to remember you."