I wore it after killing the God of Light

Destiny, who is in a good mood, even has a lighter tone of voice.

With the situation of the battle still undecided, he wanted to chat for a while longer, admiring the stiff or angry look on the mage's face.

He is not like Chandra or Death. He knows what he is doing and can analyze his feelings rationally.No matter where this feeling comes from, He enjoys it, but will not let it go.

Destiny also has its own destiny.

On the premise of knowing everything, it is inevitable that he will feel sad when he looks at his own kind.

He didn't want this kind of sadness to appear on himself, he made his purpose clear from the beginning, and made many plans using this feeling.

But now he is actually not very clear whether he is manipulating this emotion, or being controlled by emotion in turn.

Probably because the other party is loved by the world.

He really deserves that love.

Li Mingguang, who didn't know that fate thought of so many things in just a short moment, kicked over directly.

The distance was so close, and he was really tired, so he really didn't want to use spells to remind his fate.

"What's the situation in the battle now?" He asked, "When are you going to fight?"

Even if it was specifically explained before, Fate still felt that the mage couldn't wait.

In view of the fact that the opponent is unable to check now, he first answered the question about the situation of the battle, "Candra does not have the home court advantage, and may lose."

"But the god of death also has injuries on his body, and his movements are also slowing down."

...... Saying is equivalent to not saying.

Li Mingguang wanted to urge him to backstab and end the matter sooner, but it seemed too unkind to speak now, so he simply kept silent and continued to perceive the situation of the battle from the surrounding airflow and storm.

Besides fierce, he couldn't think of any words to describe it.

If the fight continues, even if both sides are deliberately controlling it, it is estimated that this side will collapse soon.

Furthermore, the movement caused by fate is not small, and it is estimated that the matter of his coming out of the cage has already been known by the person concerned.

If he didn't pursue it immediately, he was afraid that the situation of the battle had reached a point of intensification, and there was no way to stop it, right?

On the one hand, Li Mingguang wanted to know the result, but on the other hand, he was worried that something might happen, which made him unable to leave.

However, Destiny still felt that the fire was not burning enough, so he smiled and asked him if he wanted to come by himself.

"If you do it yourself, you can just take revenge, right?" Fate tempted, "You really don't hate him at all?"

But don't let the god of death go crazy after stabbing Mo Te with his backhand.

At that time, whether fate will choose to stand by or help, Li Mingguang is completely uncertain.

He wouldn't take such a risk just because of a little pride.

"It was you who wanted to kill him, and it has nothing to do with me." He directly put the blame back on fate, "If you want to go, go quickly, don't talk so much nonsense."

"Or you can choose to send me back to the Emerald City first."

"Even if you stay, you will see quite interesting developments?"

Generally speaking, if fate says it is interesting, it means that someone will be cheated.

Since Mote has already been marked with a big cross, the remaining candidates are either the god of death or him.

Li Mingguang was on guard immediately, "No, I still decided to go back to the Emerald City."

He is now cursing, and if he is tricked, he will not be able to deal with it in time. It is better to stay away from the center of this storm.

When returning to the emerald city, change the body first, so that even if the god of death comes to him, he can't do anything to him.

Fate seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can guarantee that for a long time, no god will go to the Emerald City to disturb you."

"Are you sure?" Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows, "This swearing look is not like you."

"It's the rare appearance that makes me appear credible." Destiny speaks plausibly.

"...Forget it, you can send me away quickly." Li Mingguang didn't want to talk to Him anymore.

Destiny is obviously not straightforward, and neither is he. Two people with different thoughts talk to each other, and they don't know how many detours they will have to make.

In a word, I was exhausted.

He shouldn't be here now, he should lie on the bed to catch up on sleep and rest, why should he bear this kind of entanglement that shouldn't be there?

"Then I'll see you off." Fate snapped his fingers, and a pocket watch fell out of thin air, hanging securely around the mage's neck.

The second hand ticks.

"Let's go, I'm going to help Death." He turned around and waved to Li Mingguang, "When the second hand finishes counting, you will go back."

"Remember to contact me~"

Compared with the jumping tone, it was his face that suddenly turned cold.

Because of this battle, the world of the dead is already collapsing, and farther away, the flowers in the garden of the God of Life are also withering and withering.

Only the Kingdom of God can withstand such an unreserved impact of divine power, but now, even the Kingdom of God is crumbling.

This battle has exceeded the limit too much. If those raging forces escape, hundreds of planes may be destroyed again.

His mages had also wrought the destruction, but this intertwined, unborn and undead divine power would have a greater impact.Those destroyed planes can slowly recover and reorganize, and those affected by this divine power will directly turn into nothingness.

How the world develops is really not a matter of fate.

He only cares about the battle of gods that he provoked by himself.

Many gods only have the concept that he is not easy to provoke, but the specific strength of him is probably only known to those gods who are buried by him.

——But those are not all.

He stopped the time of the entire kingdom of death, his expression was relaxed, and he still had some spare time.

Those destructive powers suddenly stopped.

He passed through the intertwined storms and the black cold flames that stopped leaping, and easily reached the very center of the battlefield.

In this still space, Mete and Reaper could still move, but only in vain.

Destiny is here.

In terms of combat ability alone, he may not be as good as the god of life who has always been negligent in this way.

But everything cannot escape fate.

Alone life and death is also part of it.

"Although I'm sorry, I still have to send you on your way first, Chandra." He sighed like this, flipped his wrist, and pulled out a white rose from his sleeve like a conjuring.

The Grim Reaper was hurt badly, and Mo Te was naturally not much better.

The burning golden blood of the gods is everywhere, and they suddenly meet the fate of the heyday, no matter who they are, they are not sure.

Do you cooperate?impossible.

The premise of cooperation is not being controlled by others.

Previously, both the god of death and the god of life had noticed the arrival of fate.

The divine power of fate is unique and easy to identify.

But no one took him seriously, thinking that he was just an insignificant spoiler.

Fate may have such a reputation, but their existence is almost equivalent to immortality, which is completely different from the gods who fell in Fate before.

Before he made a move, no one thought that it would be like this.

All lost, only fate is the biggest winner.

The white rose pierced directly into the heart of the God of Life, and at the same time, the hand of fate pierced through His abdomen and pulled out another godhead.

"Poetry and music..." He laughed, "It is indeed a very gentle godhead, which can help you maintain stability."

"But that's it, Chandra."

Announcing this, two godheads appeared in His hands, the light green ones were poetry and music, and the golden one was life.

Having lost his godhead, the body of the lord elf god was gradually becoming transparent and empty, and disappeared into specks of light.

"Can you tell me why?" At the end of his life, he was extremely calm, "I know you may admire him, but that's not the reason why you are here."

He couldn't figure it out, if it was the latter, fate could have taken him away before he couldn't help imprisoning that person, he had that kind of strength.

"The fragments must be integrated starting from the weakest." Fate answered irrelevantly, saying something specious, "You are the most incomplete, most impulsive, and most likely to lose control, so it is you."

"...As for the god of death." He paused, ignoring the struggle of the black-haired and red-eyed boy to pick up the scythe.

"He's the same as you, but I'm not at the point where I can solve it."

Destiny smiled and pulled out the white rose, and threw it on the ground, "But, it's useless to tell you so much, anyway, sooner or later we will..."

Sooner or later what?He didn't continue to speak, but cast his gaze further afield.

Although the speed was not fast, and there was suppression in the field of time, the scythe of death was still swung at him.

Fate stretched out his hand and gently pinched the oncoming blade.

A sigh.

"Don't be so anxious to find me to die." He said, "Someone will come to you soon."

The clock ticked, and Destiny left the battlefield without any regrets.

The interweaving storm also stopped.

The godhead of the God of life was taken into his bag, and the poetry was thrown on the ground just like the white rose.

The Grim Reaper who stayed there looked inexplicable, and suddenly remembered the pair of gray eyes he had seen not long ago.

He took back the sickle, didn't care about those deep wounds, and walked step by step towards the godhead discarded by fate.

Godhead can also become nourishment.

He bent down to pick it up.

At the same time, another hand stretched out towards the godhead.

The god of death raised his eyes, and for some reason, he was not surprised when he saw those gray eyes.

It may be that fate has already given a hint.

"I guess I know who I am," said the owner of the gray eyes, "and what I should do."

Compared with before, his hair is longer, his facial features have changed a bit, and what surrounds him is no longer shiny ice crystals.

But if Li Mingguang is here, he can still be identified by his vague appearance.

——That was the younger brother of the pair of siblings he met before, named Yale.

"So what?" Death asked lightly, "Can you beat me?"

He gripped the sickle tightly.

Unlike other gods who lived in the abyss and were in the chaotic camp, he was not born for a long time, and only started to act hundreds of years ago.

The god of death is the god of death, and it is also a part of an existence that was restricted because it was too powerful and had to sleep.

He vaguely guessed this, but never cared.

until this moment.

Li Mingguang was directly teleported back to the emerald capital.

What is it like to suddenly appear on the street in women's clothing?

He didn't want to answer this question.

In fact, if he hadn't remembered to guard against his fate, the news that the former speaker liked to wear women's clothes would have spread like wildfire.

The only good news is that the power of the curse has weakened a lot, so he managed to conjure a robe for himself and put it on.

Wearing a robe and a hood, Li Mingguang dared to go out to meet people.

He went to find the truth, but the doors of the parliament were closed. Obviously, people were not working, so he had to go to the truth house.

Unlike him who treats the mage tower as a family and does not return, Truth rarely returns to his mage tower, even if he built the mage tower next door to the house.

They had talked about this illegal building for a long time at the time, but Truth's answer to this was that no one could separate him from Dorothy, and was even willing to pay an expensive resettlement fee for it.

For the sake of money, the surrounding residents tacitly chose to ignore it.

When it was time for the truth home, Ta Ling finally got on the airwaves with him.

The sudden disappearance of the spiritual link made him frightened.It eloquently expressed its worries to Li Mingguang, and quickly ran out of the mage tower.

"It's still in good health." Nestled in the arms of the mage, Ta Ling, who had regained his stability, snored, "But what are you wearing underneath? It seems a little uncomfortable."

Li Mingguang: ...

"Your delusion, I haven't hugged you for too long." He denied, "Has the truth told you where my body is?"

"Dorothy is in charge of taking care of you." Ta Ling whispered, "The truth is always there, so I dare not go to see you."

"What are you afraid of? The truth doesn't eat cats." Li Mingguang laughed at it and knocked on the door of the truth house.

Now that he has gained strength, there is a hint of blood on his cheeks, which has nothing to do with being pale. Naturally, he has the capital to laugh at Ta Ling, "And you are not a cat."

Ta Ling chirped, "Don't you love me?"

Before it mentioned what was touching it, Li Mingguang felt that he might have loved it.

But not anymore.

He shook his head at Taling, and said two words indifferently: "Once."

Ta Ling was shocked, "I'm so worried about you...! You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, you turn your face and deny people, you scumbag!"

Li Mingguang ignored the pile of hats he buckled over. He was already tired of having tall hats, and he didn't lack these few.

He just reminded Taring like this: "If you keep talking, you will get off me."

...Taling was scared.

He wants to be held, snuggled in a warm embrace and groomed.

Li Mingguang's door was unlocked, and no one answered when he knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, Li Mingguang simply pushed the door and walked in.

Of course, he didn't forget to take off the hood.

His face is the best ticket.

Ta Ling told him that he was placed in the largest room on the second floor. Li Mingguang walked upstairs and saw the open door.

He was lying on the bed, and Truth and Dorothy were napping beside the bed.

"...How long have I been sleeping?" He lowered his voice and asked Taring in a low voice.

"Three days." Ta Ling replied, "Everyone is very worried. It is said that your former friends also rushed back."

Truth told him before that many people in the council were away, so it was intentional to come back to check on him.

"It's hard work for them." Sighing, Li Mingguang put it on the bed, and woke up Truth and Tao Luosi.

"Wake up, wake up, I'm fine."

"If you want to sleep, go back to bed and sleep."

Truth, who was shaken awake, was still dazed in his eyes. Li Mingguang seldom saw his deputy speaker be so confused, so he couldn't help but want to make a little joke.

"Which president did you lose?" He pointed to himself, "The more handsome and stronger one?"

Pointing to the bed again, "Or should it be smaller, more like the cute one?"

Truth was only confused for a moment, and then said firmly: "It's the former president."

Li Mingguang was choked and coughed: "...don't worry about the details."

"Which president did you lose?" He asked again.

Truth is uncooperative and indifferent.

"There is no president here, only a troublemaker, are you asking him?"

To admit is to lose, and if you don't admit it, you can't continue the topic. Li Mingguang was so embarrassed that he touched his nose.

——This person has no sense of humor at all.

Ta Ling, who had been deflated not long ago, was very happy, after all, deflated was not it.

It rolled to the center of the bed and licked the sleeping boy's face, "So what are you going to do now...? Two bodies."

Taring thought for a while, and suggested, "Let's do it according to the number of days. One day uses this, one day uses that, and the seventh day can be used for half a day each."

"I can make you another cat shell." Li Mingguang rejected the proposal without thinking, "You have to change it yourself."

Anyway, he wasn't going to continue using his original body.

He looked at the truth, and felt that it would be better for him to take this opportunity to explain the cause and effect, so he thought for a while, "I have a curse on me."

Truth's eyes suddenly changed, and the whole person became tense, even Tao Luosi squeezed the hem of her skirt tightly, showing a worried look.

"Didn't you say that there was news of my death before... Actually, that's true." He scratched his head, "Because of the curse, I did count as dead once."

Of course, this affirmation of the truth has been beautified. While explaining this way, he is also threatening Ta Ling with a vicious voice in his heart, and he must never tell the truth.

——If Tarling slipped his tongue, he would remake it, make it completely forget the sisters and sisters it knew, and squeeze his mimicry into insects they hate.

Tarling said it was really too difficult.

"That's right." It could only go along.

"So you pretended to be dead in order to get rid of the influence of the curse, and actually prepared a replacement body?"

Truth roughly sums it up with, "And now? The curse is gone?"

Li Mingguang climbed down the pole, and he praised the ability of summarizing the truth in his heart.

This is the benefit of colleagues who love brain supplements.

"Yes, but although I prepared my body, there were still some accidents in the middle... That's why I showed up so late."

In addition, he felt that he should make another statement about the curse.

"Even if I can't undo this curse at the moment, it's just an accident that I will return to this body."

He thought that his original body didn't even have ashes left. Who knew that not only was it in good condition, but even women's clothes were arranged?

Let the incident of him dancing on his own grave become black history, and let it be dusted like this.

Such a shameful thing, of course let it become a little secret that only I know.

How ugly it is to try to put yourself down and to ashes, but it doesn't work!

As for the tower spirit... the tower spirit has no human rights, if you dare to speak out, the circuit will be rebuilt.

He cast a threatening look at Taling vaguely.

Taling Miaomiaomiao, who didn't know what was going on, thought of the previous threat, so he had to swallow the quilt and pull the quilt on the bed as if nothing happened.

"So that's how it is." Truth probably smoothed out his thoughts, "Do you need me to help prepare the materials for the conversion ceremony so that you can return to your sleeping body?"

"What's the matter, wait until this is resolved."

He didn't intend to expose the fact that he suddenly met the God of Destiny on the street, but right now it is obviously more important to deal with the ticking time bomb of the curse.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time that Qiu Hou settled accounts, and it was also for the sake of safety. He believed that the other party would understand.

Li Mingguang didn't want to understand at all.

He only felt that he had escaped a catastrophe, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how to explain the cause and effect, or deal with the truth and other people's nagging, it is not something he is good at.

Fortunately, there is no problem with the logic of the current rhetoric, and it is a blessing in disguise to be able to fool the past like this.

"You don't need to find materials specially. I will enter the mage tower later and let the tower spirit prepare a little bit."

Since both are his own body, the mage thinks it's not that troublesome to operate.

In theory, he just needs to find a way to get his soul out of his body, and then go back in.

Compared with this, what deserves more attention now is the issue of burial of remains.

Because the truth speaks rather nonchalantly about the problem speech.

"Since you don't need this body anymore, let's display it as a souvenir."

"The parliament definitely can't put it, but there have always been mages who want to build a memorial hall for you, so let's put it there."

?

Li Mingguang can't.

He hugged his body almost subconsciously, guarding: "...I am not really dead, you have to respect my opinion! I want to die in peace!"

What a shame it was to have the body exhibited, he refused.

"The clothes you've worn are also fine." Truth was the next best thing, "They gave the association a lot of funding, we can't give them nothing."

"I was going to deal with some of your manuscript casually, but since I'm back, I'll replace it with something of comparable value."

"...My manuscripts are worth more than clothes, thank you." Li Mingguang objected, "Knowledge is priceless, understand!"

"They worship you, not your knowledge." The truth lightly blocked his way out.

Li Mingguang wondered where I could find clothes for you, so he was firm.

He still had the pocket watch given by fate hanging around his neck, and when he was thinking about how to avoid being squeezed, the ticking sound suddenly sounded.

Based on the principle of caring about the situation of the battle, he took out his pocket watch, and Truth accidentally saw the other sleeve under the sleeve.

Black with large sleeves from the squeeze and lace.

It was a style that Dorothy occasionally wore.

Truth was silent. He really just had a sudden idea when he saw the former leader come back, and he didn't expect to find such an embarrassing thing.

"...I understand, I really shouldn't ask you to provide those things." He said stiffly, "I really should respect your little hobby."

"What do I have..." hobbies?

Li Mingguang looked up at him, puzzled.

He followed the eyes of truth to look at his sleeve, and froze there.

Knowing the truth doesn't mean that everyone in the parliament knows it.

Then the problem is coming.

——How should he explain to the truth the fact that he is not a lace fan and doesn't like women's clothing?

The author has something to say: Ah, I forgot to send it to the manuscript box, I regret it...

Grim Reaper and Yale are slices of slices, and when combined they are the God of Darkness.

Fate knew itself to be a slice from the start.

As for Mote... Corresponding to the relationship between the God of Darkness and the God of Death, please guess freely x