I have the legal right to inherit Douluo

This is a scandal that happened in the age of the ancient gods.

In that era when the land had not yet turned into an ocean and humans had not yet possessed soul power, the God King was the commander-in-chief of everything.

The god-king rules over the gods, setting rules, choosing enforcers, and punishing rebels.

The gods at that time were all gods of nature, the original gods who were born together with the world, including the God of Life, the God of Destruction, the God of Kindness, the God of Evil, the God of Boundaries, the God of Angels... and the Gods who were born together with the world. time.

The God of life created all things.

The god of destruction gives death.

The God of Good and the God of Evil give all things two different development tendencies.

The god of boundaries separates God from all things, and places all things in different positions to form space.

The god of angels loved one of the creatures and shared his divinity with them, forming humanity.

And time, she makes gods decline, makes people strong, changes the sea into mulberry fields, and makes eternity become eternity.

The will of time chooses the people she recognizes, and a time loop is formed on the chosen person. The loop will not disappear and will last forever until he becomes a god.

Become a god.

God is no longer those invisible and intangible legends, but has become a goal that humans can achieve.

Therefore, the God King is very afraid of the existence of time and hates her. He wants to obliterate the will of time.

"and then?"

Gu Rong grabbed a handful of melon seeds and listened with gusto.

Chen Jianjun couldn't help but glance at his son's close friend.

You are so old, why are you so unstable?

"...Then, the God King designed to erase most of the will of time and prepared to take the power of god creation as his own. But fortunately, not all gods are on the side of the God King. The God of Boundaries secretly opened After entering the passage between the two worlds, the God of Angels fled to the human world with the remaining will of time."

"Then what? Has the God King captured the God of Angels? Has time died?"

"Well, I caught it, and sadly, the God of Angels was betrayed by her favorite human being. After the God of Angels was imprisoned, the God King sank her palace into the sea, and also removed her limbs, spine and The skulls were all dug up and the rewards were given to the informers.”

Chen Jianjun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he continued: "But what the God King didn't expect was that the God of Angels had secretly hid the time before he was caught. The ancient book said that the God King spent tens of millions of years and still had nothing to do. Find the time she has hidden away.”

Gu Rong was shocked after hearing this. He actually dug out the bones from other people's bodies as rewards. This God King is too perverted!

Compared to Gu Rong's long sighs, Chen Xin just listened and thought quietly.

Judging from mythology alone, the God of Angels gave humans divinity, and time made it possible for humans to become stronger. However, the God King was ruthless and could not see humans cultivating new gods, fearing that the new gods would divide the rights of the ancient gods.

No, it may not just be divided. If a new god appears in the future that is stronger than the ancient gods, or even a new god that is stronger than the God King... No wonder the God King wants to kill them all.

If Shi Hai is really the last will of time...

"So, you should tell me now why you suddenly asked about this matter." Chen Jianjun's eyes wandered between Chen Xin and Gu Rong. His face was even more beautiful than Chen Xin, a junior. He is still young, and his eyes are like daggers. There is no trace that he is an old man who is over seventy years old.

Gu Rong looked at Chen Xin and said tentatively: "Because, we met a strange person."

Chen Xin thought for a while and then continued: "Father, I think we may have met when -"

"and many more!"

Chen Jianjun suddenly interrupted Chen Xin's words.

He looked around and saw three people sitting by a stream grilling fish. There was a stream not far away from them, and behind them were acres of woods. He made a gesture and led the two of them to the edge of the woods. Deep down, he whispered: "The ancient book says that the wind will bring the truth to the world, and the water will bring the secrets to the land of the gods. I'm afraid it's not safe to speak there."

The two understood, Chen Xin continued: "I think we may have seen the will of time."

really.

Chen Jianjun had already made a guess about this answer, so he was not surprised. He just calmly asked: "What evidence is there?"

Chen Xin said: "That man doesn't need to eat or drink, lacks common sense, and his memory seems to be incomplete. But the second-ring soul master has two ten-thousand-year-old soul rings, and the soul rings are not obtained by hunting soul beasts, they appear on their own. One. The soul skills of the second ring control the flow of time. When the soul skills are released, the consciousness will enter a place that I cannot perceive, and she seems to be able to communicate with her soul ring."

"Also, Chen Xin sacrificed nine soul rings at the same time before coming to you, but she didn't feel anything at all. There is definitely something wrong." Gu Rong added.

Generally speaking, they are not like humans, and their abilities only exist in legends.

Chen Jianjun frowned and thought for a moment, then said decisively: "You go back first, don't make this matter public, and don't let anything happen to her. I'll go investigate first, and I'll contact you if I have any news."

Dad Chen walked a few steps in a hurry, then came back in a hurry, "Remember, never talk about secrets by the water!"

Chen Xin: "...Yes, father."

Under the scorching sun, Wuhun City was quiet.

People did not talk loudly when walking on the street. When they met acquaintances, they also saluted with the ritual of Holy Spirit believers. Officers and soldiers stood guard at various intersections, and pigeons flew across the sky from time to time. The whole city is like a paradise in mythology, white, orderly and harmonious.

Shi Hai walked to the door of the Steward Hall again and knocked gently.

Boom, boom, boom.

There is no sound inside.

Shi Hai had forgotten whether she pushed or pulled last time. This time she finally saw the door handle and pulled it out of habit.

It really opened up.

Long live the witty Shi Ahai.

Shi Hai stuck his head into the crack of the door and took a sneak peek. It was very dark inside, with thick curtains on the windows. A long table was placed at the other end of the room. There seemed to be no one there, and he couldn't see anything specifically. After all, it was the only one in the room. The brightest light was the ray of sunlight that hit the ground when Shi Hai opened the crack in the door.

dark.

She is most afraid of the dark.

Shi Hai swallowed, retracted his head and looked behind him. The quiet streets and stone statue-like guards seemed to be frozen in time. No one cared about her whereabouts.

No, Lao Shen is still waiting for her.

The door was opened again, and Shi Hai walked into the main hall cautiously. As long as she walked to the table, got the permission, and stamped it, she could sneak into the prison openly.

Shi Hai's hand came closer to the paper on the table, and she was about to touch it. Suddenly, a feeling of horror came out of nowhere and crawled onto her scalp. She suddenly retracted her hand, and at the moment she retracted her hand , a flying comb... was inserted into the table next to the paper.

Whoa!

The heavy curtains were roughly opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in from the high round window. Shi Hai was shaken so much that he raised his hands to cover his eyes. He could only vaguely see a person sitting in the window frame through his fingers.

It was a black silhouette with beautiful legs, a thin waist, and long hair, holding something like a mirror in his hand.

The man made a move with his beautiful hand, and the comb embedded in the table flew back to his hand.

The man opened his mouth slightly, and the fragrant wind blew away the sawdust on the comb teeth.

The man lifted his jade wrist, and his hair flew out into a dazzling rainbow in the sunlight.

Simply, simply shocked, no, shocked by the walking Mary Sue.

Shi Hai was shaken by the anger that had nowhere to go. He was dumbfounded and blurted out one sentence.

"Fuck!"

"..."

The beauty stopped what she was doing, looked at Shi Hai up and down with strange eyes, and jumped off the window frame with her hands.

He sat down lightly on the table and picked up the paper that Shi Hai almost touched before - well, although he was always used instead of she, Shi Hai was really shocked that the beautiful woman opened her mouth and spoke in a deep baritone. .

"Thief?"

Shi Hai shook his head quickly: "No, I'm the new cleaner."

"Why so sneaky?"

"It's my first time, no experience."

"Ha." The beauty sneered, as if she heard some ridiculous answer, "Okay, then, this inexperienced cleaning lady, please tell me, why do you want to take my personal portrait?"

"……what?"

portrait?

What portrait?

The beauty shook the "permit" and held it in front of Shi Hai.

There was no work permit like Shi Hai imagined, only the private portrait that the beauty said.

So why do you put your personal portrait in the most conspicuous place on your desk? She thought they were documents needed to apply for a job, so she could sneak into the prison and rescue Lao Shen after filling them out?

Shi Hai looked blankly at the portrait in front of his nose. There was a simple outline of a... um... person on the oil painting. From the flowing long hair, he could vaguely recognize that this person with a three-pointed face was probably the beauty in front of him. What blinded her even more was that all kinds of weird pendants were painted on the characters, such as wings, crowns, snowflakes, stars, paper airplanes, crosses...

Shi Hai rarely had the courage to take the drawing paper from the opponent's hand and looked at it one by one...the movements in each picture were the same, and the expressions...even if he didn't, there was no expression at all. The biggest difference was that each picture had Wearing different clothes and drawing different fancy backgrounds, she even saw the caption "Without you, the sky is dark" on one of them.

Is this a new genre of painting?

...□□Xiu Pai?

The most outrageous thing is that the beauty seems to feel good about herself. He flipped up his hair and said proudly: "What, are you fascinated by me?"

"……Um."

Really obsessed, she was so obsessed.

After brewing his words for a long time, Shi Hai finally couldn't help but introduce himself: "Uncle, your beauty makes me feel that I have found the value of my existence again. Can you allow me to draw a portrait of you?"

"...?"

Shi Hai is a very talented person, and she has always believed in it.

The beauty sat back on the window frame, and Shi Hai was writing furiously below. In less than half an hour, a black and white sketch was handed to the beauty's hand.

Light and shadow come alive in the painting. The arrogance of the beauty's gestures and the melancholy in her eyebrows are attached to the paper. With just one glance, you can't help but pity her. What could make such a beautiful person sad?

Because the only tool for painting is pencil, it is not as colorful as oil painting. However, the lifelike picture is like a bird trapped in paper, fresh and beautiful, always ready to break the paper and come out to spread its feathers and fly. .

The beauty looked at her for a long time, his thin hands caressing her face, and she didn't speak for a long time.

Shi Hai probably understood the other person's feeling of being surprised by his outstanding talent.

"continue."

ah? What to continue?

Shi Hai stared in shock as the beautiful lady threw her clothes on the floor, lying on the desk half-empty, and raised his fingers at her.

"Come."

If this was an otome game, she would probably have finished it.

Shi Hai was dizzy as he thought, Uncle, what has created such a strange aesthetic in you?