Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The afterglow that dyed half of the sky red spreads down the mountains.

    The maple leaves filled with sunset light swirled down gently and were caught by a hand with clear joints.

    Holding the leaf stem and rubbing it gently with two fingers, the palm-sized maple leaf started to rotate, and the breeze stirred the white hair on the chest.

    "The soul flag can no longer be held." The leaf was tucked behind Xia Qingzhou's ear, and his hand picked up the strand of hair on the temples, "Sir, I don't understand."

    The two colors of withered yellow-green and vibrant red create the ultimate splendor in the mountain stream at the end of autumn.

    Xia Qingzhou stood in the maple forest: "I don't understand why you never suppressed my ill will towards her. This is a bet made by you and her, won't my intervention affect you?"

    The box he was carrying in Yanyong City has been opened, and a young man is sitting inside.

    The clothes made of Yunxia brocade have patterns that can be changed. There are colorful clouds coming out of Xiuxiu and sparse trees slanting. The divine light behind Him seems to be dyed red by the surrounding maple leaves.

    He sat there with his eyes lowered, like a statue of compassion for the common people, with his skin covered with a layer of transparent ice-like glaze.

    Just like Xia Qingzhou cannot stay in this body for a long time, he will leave this world when his whole body becomes stiff and stiff.

    The maple forest was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.

    The god slowly raised his eyes and reached out to take a flag from Xia Qingzhou.

    The soul flag exuded strong resentment, and was crushed into a bundle by invisible forces in mid-air. It was slowly sent to the center of his eyebrows and turned into a bright red dot.

    The layer of frost turned into a chill and faded away. Although the skin was still bloodless white, it had substance.

    "I will not interfere in the affairs between the two of you." His eyes became very light, and nothing in the world could leave a shadow in his eyes. "What happens in this fantasy has nothing to do with me. All I have to do is Wait for the result."

    "Every god has a mission when he is born. They want to create a world that allows people to live. The rising and setting sun and the stars in the sky all contain their divine power."

    “My birthplace makes my mission special, so I don’t need faith.”

    Xia Qingzhou took the soul flag that seemed to have been purified, and all the resentment in it disappeared.

    He squatted down and raised his head, his slanted eyes curved into crescent moons: "So you are willing to see the entanglement between me and her, and I hope that this emotion will turn into incomprehensible hatred."

    Gods are not like humans who have wrong and right opinions.

    Nor can we use mortal theories to define their behavior.

    As early as when Xia Qingzhou saw this god after being separated from the heaven, he knew the reason.

    "Yun Ci's hatred and my unwillingness to die," he said with a smile, "are all adults' food."

    He appeared when the two of them perished together, not to save anyone.

    It is said that the God Realm will dissipate along with the Five Realms, just because there are no living beings to provide this emotion, and He will also fall.

    The other gods have completed their respective missions and disappeared, and the last god in the world has to live against the emptiness of the divine world.

    He raised Xia Qingzhou because his malice was useful.

    It doesn't matter much whether he is stumbling upon Yun Ci or whether Yun Ci decides to kill him.

    "Sir, look." Xia Qingzhou raised his hand. There was a small ball filled with gold ink suspended in his palm. There were countless red threads wrapped around the two overlapping and rotating rings outside. "What did I pick up this time?"

    The other end of the red string gathered into a small human shape on the palm of the hand, and the tail of the rope was tied behind the head into the shape of a ponytail.

    "I've already died once, and that puppet always reminds me of the pain involuntarily." He sighed, "I'm growing up so fast, I'm starting to get scared."

    What are you afraid of? He has been divided into independent individuals by the gods. Whether this fantasy of heaven will be wiped out seems to have nothing to do with him.

    He thought for a while: "It turns out that I was afraid that she would win the bet and have great power."

    "Yun Ci is right. It seems that from now on, I have to always think about whether she will merge me with the way of heaven and then wipe out my consciousness."

    "A simple scheming trick scares me like this." Xia Qingzhou looked at the puppet heart floating in the palm of his hand, "If I destroy her now, will I be able to get the ending in advance?"

    The young god looked down at Xia Qingzhou, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

    "I have long said that no one will give in once the chess game begins." He said, "I don't need a draw."

    The maple leaf pinned to Xia Qingzhou's ear was taken off by Him: "But the maple leaf is already red enough, no matter whose blood it is to dye it again, it will be cumbersome."

    Say now, not 'later'.

    Xia Qingzhou looked up at him, and finally understood what the emotion in the god's eyes meant.

    That's the expectation.

    The panic that piles up day after day, or the despair of failure that is only one step away from success, the moment it breaks out is the luck that He wants most.

    The divine light behind him illuminated the red leaves all over the mountains and plains.

    He crushed the leaf and said with a smile: "Only when you reach the end will your emotions be useful to me."

    "So don't think about controlling this chess game." The puppet heart wrapped with red threads disappeared into the void, "There will only be one banker in the game."