Want to Ascend? Then Fall in Love

Hearing the first four words, Shen Qingxian was already displeased. As for the latter "most sacred", he couldn't understand it at all.

Born in a world where gods are his belief, he actually loathes gods. It would be shocking to say that.

The same flower, why should it be treated differently.

Yuan is so good, Jin Yang is so good, and although he has never seen the other red flowers, they are not all bad people, so why are they separated like this.

Just because the god has silver hair and silver eyes, so the Snow Lotus tribe is aloof from the crowd?

Just because God likes it, should the red flowers suffer?

what is godWhy should he decide the fate of others!

In fact, Shen Qingxian was naturally rebellious, and at this moment, he was completely aroused, and dissatisfaction fermented in his heart, waiting to erupt at the last moment.

Jin Yang left, and the ice room was silent. Shen Qingxian wanted to find Yuan, but he couldn't find him after walking all over the temple.

God's holiday is coming, and the servants of the gods are very busy. Is he busy?Or because he was not pleasing to God, he was expelled.

Shen Qingxian hoped it was the former, but he faintly felt that the latter was more likely.

After a night without dreams, Shen Qingxian felt the difference just after dawn the next day.

The ice room was still the same, and the ice lake water hadn’t changed much, but he clearly felt a gentle force, filling the lake water, permeating the air, surrounding him in a thick, undeniable and at the same time irresistible. .

This is contradictory but reasonable.

Shen Qingxian knew that this was Shen Muri without anyone reminding her.

He waited quietly, without any hesitation about the unknown, nor yearning for a new life, all he had was a firm will and faith!He will change shape, he will become a servant, but he will never be like them, and he will never be them.

Whether God likes him or hates him, his life is up to him to decide!

Not long after the door opened, the "beautiful" snow lotus God attendant came in like a mirror. He smiled slightly, looking gentle and kind but actually rigid and alienated, like frost and snow in a snow field, like ice in a frozen lake. It can reflect beauty, but it has no beauty of its own.

——Snow Lotus Divine Attendant is imitating God, reflecting God.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingxian felt depressed.God or something... Why on earth would he regard him as a belief!

The god attendant said, "I'm here to pick you up."

Shen Qingxian said: "Can I go there by myself?"

The god attendant was slightly startled, as if a little surprised, he said: "Let me help you, it will be faster."

Shen Qingxian shook his head and said, "I want to go by myself, okay?"

The god attendant paused and said, "Yes, but you have to hurry up and don't delay."

Shen Qingxian said: "I will do it as soon as possible."

The God Attendant was still gentle and kind, and he said, "Then I'll go first."

Shen Qingxian said: "Okay."

The servant left, Shen Qingxian jumped out of the frozen lake, tidied himself up and went out.

There is no need for guidance at all, just follow the feeling and know where to go, because everything around them is guiding them.

God is indeed very powerful.

After Shen Qingxian came out, she knew why the servant who picked her up was stunned, because he was too "different".

There are many different kinds of flowers living around him, Shen Qingxian doesn't know what kind they are, but looking around, they are all snow white, the petals are round or slender or bright or delicate... They are all different, but they have different characteristics What they have in common - white as snow.

They are all carefully held, cared for, and treated carefully by the servants of the gods. They are like the darlings of heaven and earth, and they are truly "sons of gods".

Shen Qingxian was the only one who walked by himself - fortunately, he was too small, and they were all too tall, so they couldn't even notice him if they didn't pay attention.

Shen Qingxian was only as big as a palm, although no one would step on him, but his own steps were small and he couldn't keep up no matter how fast he moved, so he was quickly left far behind.

He moved with great effort, not in a hurry, but with an indescribable peace of mind lingering in his chest.If he is destined to become a "decoration", he is willing to work harder and live more like himself.

Walking and walking, Shen Qingxian saw the "big troop" behind.

The person in front was held by the god attendant, walked very fast, and soon walked up the stairs.

Shen Qingxian slowed down a bit, but because he started too far ahead, even if he was slow, there was still a long distance between him and the back, but the people in front gradually distanced himself from him, so it seemed that he was the only one on the long stretch of the road.

Behind him are colorful flowers.

Shen Qingxian was overjoyed, he wanted to slow down and wait for them, wanted to be with them.

But after he stopped, those flowers also stopped...

Shen Qingxian hoped that they would come over, but he couldn't open his mouth because there were too many flowers and he was too far away from them.

Why don't they come?Shen Qingxian didn't understand, he tried to take a step forward, as soon as he left, they left too; when he stopped, they stopped again.

"If you don't hurry up, you're going to be late." The gentle voice rang in his mind, and Shen Qingxian saw the God Attendant of the Snow Lotus Clan. It turned out that he was keeping his steps in front.

Shen Qingxian was a little uneasy, if he was late, would Hua'er in the back be late too?

Jin Yang is looking forward to Shen Muri very much, he is looking forward to it very much, if he misses it like this, he will be very sad... Shen Qingxian's heart tightened, and he hurried forward.

He didn't look back, but he could feel that all the colorful flowers followed.

In this way, the procession to the temple was divided into three sections.

The first section is the servants of the gods who are looked up to by people. Each of them is holding the son of the gods in the family. They move slowly and gracefully, interpreting the beauty of tranquility and sanctity.

The second part is Shen Qingxian. He is very small, and his tiny white flowers seem to be swallowed by the huge jade-white steps. He doesn't want to catch up with the ones in front, but he can't stop, because when he stops, the ones behind will also be swallowed up. will stop.

The third section is colorful flowers. There are so many of them, they walk very slowly, and they are timid and confused. Many of them are even left behind and left behind forever.

The long queue formed a stark contrast. They were all marching towards the place shrouded in holy light, and they were all longing for God's mercy.

Shen Qingxian finally arrived. He was a little tired from walking, and he was slightly out of breath... But he didn't rest, but looked around desperately.

It is very easy to find red in a piece of silver, but he looked all over the temple, looking at the priests one by one, but he still didn't see the red that he wanted to see the most.

Yuan is not there.

Was he unable to attend the Holy Holiday?

Shen Qingxian's body tensed up, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more firm.

He must change form, must become a servant of God, must change everything!

Almost at the moment when Shen Qingxian arrived at the temple, the door of the temple closed, and all the servants in the temple closed their eyes, praying devoutly.

"Merciful God, Lord of all things, Eternal Father, your children sincerely adore you..."

The neat and melodious sound of prayer resounded through the hall. Shen Qingxian was originally full of irritability, but slowly... like a messy ball of thread being pulled out, with the soothing voice, it was straightened out and became straight. It has to make people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Shen Qingxian gradually followed their voices and prayed with them.

The surroundings are extremely bright, and the holy light is dazzling, and everyone seems to be turning into the light of the sky, merging with the holy light.

Shen Qingxian couldn't see anything anymore, but he seemed to have seen something in a daze.

Pure space, ethereal existence, touches all things and seems to be integrated with all things.

"Wake up." A deep, distant and familiar voice sounded in Shen Qingxian's ear.

In an instant, he opened his eyes, really opened his eyes.

Because snow lotus has no facial features, he used to rely on perception to identify the world.

At this moment, he opened his eyes, which means that he has become a servant of God.

In an instant, countless people looked over, there were gods and flowers, they looked at him with envy and amazement.

Shen Qingxian didn't look at them, he turned around, and the closed temple door behind him opened, and countless little flowers looked up at him, they were so surprised, they all remained motionless, as if they had seen a god.

Shen Qingxian was startled, feeling a strange sense of discomfort.

The holy light dissipated, and the dome turned into a gorgeous hexagonal prism, which only reflected one person.

He has long hair that is more beautiful than starlight, and delicate skin that is brighter than moonlight. When he looks back, his delicate facial features are like the first snowflakes falling from heaven and earth, penetrating the whole world and covering everyone. My heart is frozen.

The Snow Lotus Clan is indeed the closest to God, and this son of the Snow Lotus Clan really has an astonishing beauty.

No one made a sound, and even held their breath involuntarily. It seemed that only Shen Qingxian's breathing was left in the huge temple.

"Come here." The man's voice was low and sweet, resounding in the temple as if hitting the hearts of everyone.

God... God is calling him!

Everyone was very envious, they felt unparalleled happiness, and they didn't know how to describe it.

But Shen Qingxian frowned tightly, he raised his head and looked at the extremely white bright place.

There was the outline of the seat, and there seemed to be a tall man, but the light was so bright that Shen Qingxian couldn't see it clearly at all, so he could only look away and landed on the white hem.

They are very strange, not pure white, but deep and shallow, which seem to reflect other colors.

Is this God?

Should he approach him?

Shen Qingxian was thinking about this, but his legs had already moved spontaneously, and he walked towards the steps...

The scene was beautiful to all.

His silver hair is extremely beautiful when it is still, and even more beautiful when it moves, like a flowing Milky Way... It is already in the extreme light, but it reveals a strong contrast that seems to only appear in the night sky.

Because it is so dazzling.

Shen Qingxian walked forward slowly: the floating silver hair, flowing clothes, and tall and straight figure interpreted the most extreme beauty.

Just when he was about to enter the holy light, he stopped.

He spoke, and his clear voice penetrated the sky: "I don't want to serve you."

Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time to realize what he said, and the servants who kept their perfect smiles rigid all the time showed a look of horror.

What is he saying?What did he say...how dare he...reject God!

Shen Qingxian was completely awake, his mind was full of Yuan... Thinking of his gentle red eyes, thinking of his nice voice, thinking of the exclusion and grievance he suffered, he was extremely calm.

"Sorry, I don't want to stay with you." He said this, completely relieved.

Instead of being a snow lotus attached to the water of the icy lake, he would rather become a snowfield iceberg that stands up to the sky!

God was not angry, he was still so peaceful and kind, he asked Shen Qingxian: "Where do you want to go?"

Shen Qingxian said: "I have someone in my heart."

God asked him, "Are you willing to give up your faith for that person?"

Shen Qingxian's heart twitched, but he insisted: "Yes!"

God paused, and asked him again: "Do you know him?"

Do you understand... Does Shen Qingxian understand Yuan?The time they knew each other seemed to be very short, and they didn't seem to have much contact with each other. Apart from his name, he didn't even know what his real body was.

From this point of view, he did not understand him, or even very little.

But... Shen Qingxian said firmly: "He is him."

That's right, Yuan is Yuan, he is him, as long as he is there, as long as he is close to him, one day he will understand him!

Shinto: "You don't know him."

Shen Qingxian said: "So what if I don't understand him now? I will always understand him!"

God actually said, "I can help you."

For some reason, Shen Qingxian's heart trembled when he heard this sentence. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, as well as a deep sense of uneasiness.

He looked around, and found that the surroundings were empty: the servants were gone, the flowers were gone, and the temple was gone.

He seemed to stand out of thin air, standing in nothingness, all he could see was the vague figure on the throne.

What made people even more disturbed was that the figure that was completely invisible at first gradually became clearer.

The dazzling holy light faded, and the hem of the clothes under the throne showed its true color.It is really not white, but a bright red, like a flame, vivid and dazzling red.

Shen Qingxian was stunned, his eyes moved up a little bit, and he saw more red, more beautiful red, more eye-catching red in the empty white.

The god stood up, and the moment he left the seat, Yuan appeared.

Shen Qingxian suddenly opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

Is it Yuan?

Shen Qingxian looked at him steadfastly, there was nothing in his head, it was as empty as the world around him.

The man approached him, brushed his drooping silver hair behind him, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "You are beautiful."

Shen Qingxian's back straightened suddenly, his whole body froze, and his voice was light and light: "You..."

The man hugged him, his voice soft and gentle: "Will you stay by my side?"