Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

In the continent of Estheran, darkness and light are intertwined, and faith and magic coexist.

The most powerful country of mankind, the emperor of the Alpha Empire, Kevin II, is not most famous for his great achievements in unifying the mainland, not for his love affairs when he was proposed to by the elf queen in public, nor for his handsome appearance that is not inferior to gods.

What people in the mainland love to talk about most about him is his devotion to the God of Light.

No, that has surpassed piety, and has already fermented into the purest and strongest love in the world.

The great, supreme god of light, Senoranth, is benevolent, just, powerful and omnipotent.

His skin is whiter and smoother than pearls, and his long platinum hair is like the most dazzling sunlight at noon and the streamer of a full moon.His eyes are deeper and bluer than the bay where the mermaids sing, and the holy words spoken by his lips, even the cruelest demon lord in the depths of the abyss, will be convinced when he hears it, and he will abandon the darkness and go to the embrace of light.

A small bedroom and study room, a bunk bed on the west wall, sleeping on the lower floor, and piles of sundries on the upper floor.

Facing the end of the bed is a bookshelf that is as high as the ceiling, filled with all kinds of books.

There is a window on the east wall, with beige curtains hanging down, a pot of half-dead green radish is placed on the window sill, and the wall outside the window is covered with green creepers.

Under the window is a desk that is unconscionable and cannot be praised as neat. Half-eaten instant noodles are placed next to the keyboard. Papers, empty plastic bags, used straws and napkins, residues of potato chips, broken Biscuits, chocolate with a bit of a bite... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The computer on the desk is turned on, and the owner of the room is dishonest while sitting, bending over and squatting on the chair like a monkey, typing on the keyboard with both hands facing the screen, and typing out lines of text on the blank document .

The one who was using the computer was a young man who looked to be in his twenties.

He has short, soft hair. Others are juvenile white, but he is juvenile golden. There are gold threads in his black hair, which seems to have been specially highlighted. It should be very eye-catching and beautiful in the sun.

His skin is as white as ever without sun exposure, and his side face and hands flying on the keyboard have a beautiful silhouette that is addictive.He wore a pair of flat black-rimmed glasses. The glare from the computer screen reflected the transparent lenses into light blue, and his wide eyes covered most of his face.

In the bedroom, apart from the owner who was typing on the computer, there were two strange guests.

There were no extra chairs in the room, and the two of them sat side by side on the lower bunk of the bunk bed.

Of these two people, one raised his hands and feet, the cloud is light and the wind is light, the white gauze shirt is covered with green clothes, the hair is as thick as ink, and the dust is held in one hand, like a Taoist immortal who has stepped down from an ancient scroll.

The other, wearing a jade crown, embroidered with gold thread, and a black robe inlaid with five treasures pressed against a red dress, had strange eyes, with an expression of contemptuous arrogance and careless presumptuousness.

Immortal De Dao bent down, pulled out a red plastic bucket from under the bed, took out a pack of original potato chips from the black plastic bag inside, opened it, stuffed a piece into his mouth, and asked the companion next to him: " Come on?"

The man in black raised his eyebrows, and his silent refusal seemed to be sneering. He picked up the pillow on the bed, and found a plate of unopened chocolates in the pillow case.

Immortal nodded and lowered his head to eat potato chips.

The man in black unwrapped the chocolate, and slowly tasted the delicious chocolate in a gesture that would be harmonious if described in detail.

click, click, click

This is a breezy fairy munching on potato chips.

The lingering sound of water that cannot be described.

It seems like the chocolate tastes better.

The young man in front of the computer was overwhelmed by the disturbance. He turned around and scolded angrily, "Don't eat on my bed!"

The doorknob was turned slightly, and the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. Sernolans, the supreme and flawless god of light in the continent of Estheran, walked into the bedroom, and the three people in the room turned their heads to look at him.

"Hey, Xiao Nuo is here." With the tip of his tongue ambiguously licking off the chocolate shavings from his lips, the man in black greeted lazily.

The fairy nodded to Senoransi, ignored the young man's warning, and squeezed another piece of potato chips into his mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!" Seeing someone disobedient and committing crimes against the wind, the young man pointed at the noses of the two and scolded, "Feng Moran, didn't the setting I gave you be 800 years ago, and you like it so much?" I don’t know why you eat potato chips, are you the number one master in the cultivation world who was reincarnated in a bag of potato chips in your previous life?!

And you, Qu Shengxiao!The majestic leader of the Devil's Cult, I set you up to be tyrannical, cool and flamboyant, romantic and not indecent!Can you fucking stop making yourself look like a human X drug? The sound effect of eating a piece of chocolate is like a small movie. Believe it or not, I will write a special episode to let you attack and change in a second, and experience the torture of a little goblin pleasure? ! "

The two people on the bed looked at each other, Qu Shengxiao swallowed the last bite of chocolate slowly, and began to slowly lick the residual sweetness on his fingertips, Feng Moran ate potato chips from one piece to one handful, two or three After stuttering, he stuffed the bag back under the bed, wiped his mouth, sat upright and continued to pretend that nothing happened.

"..."

The young man jumped down from the chair, fisted and rolled up his sleeves to beat someone, but was stopped by Senoransi, who gently persuaded him: "Father God, calm down, Master Feng and Master Qu didn't mean it."

The demon leader laughed, reclined on the bed, waved to the God of Light, and patted the quilt in front of him.

"Xiao Nuo is so good, come here, brother loves you."

Senorance smiled helplessly, knowing that this was just a joke, but still couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he walked to the computer and asked, "Father God is building a fate line for the Estheran continent?"

The young man called Father God, his real name and his own origins are no longer testable, now he calls himself Lou Yi, lives in Room 13, Building 403, Huayuan District, Xingchen City, is currently a sophomore student in the Chinese Department of Xingchen University, and his hobby is serializing pure love novels on the Internet .

Lou Yi's pen name is Yilou. Since he started serializing pure love novels on the Internet a year ago, he has completed two volumes, namely "Falling into Heaven" with the theme of self-cultivation and "Modern Killer in Ancient Times", which describes the world of ancient martial arts.

"Fallen Heaven and Sanctification" is about a talented young man who cultivates truth. Because of his delusional thoughts about his unattainable teacher, he finally fell into the devil's way, and he imprisoned his master for a long time and lived a happy life. day.

As a master who has been "loved for a long time", Feng lowered his head indifferently, caressing the pure white dust with all his heart.

"Modern Killer in Ancient Times" is a batch of novels, telling the story of a modern killer who travels back to the ancient times and successively conquers the leader of the martial arts with Tao Yuanming's favorite flower, the hidden doctor, the cruel prince, the young master of the aristocratic family, and the oiran of Nanfeng Building... Wait and so on, there are so many amazing and talented characters, and finally the whole martial arts world becomes one family, the family is happy and reunited, and the story of occasional rivalry and jealousy.

One of the main protagonists, the leader of the Devil's Cult, got out of bed, walked behind Senorans, rested his chin lightly on the shoulder of the God of Light, put one hand on his waist, smiled three parts and seven parts seductive, and whispered Said: "Yes, our great God of Creation is weaving your destiny, don't you want to take a look?"

Senoransi's white skin quickly turned pink, and the aloof and cold god instinctively wanted to avoid close contact, but felt reluctant because he was the person behind him.

However, he didn't struggle for long, Qu Shengxiao stretched out his hands to brush the long platinum hair around his ear as if playing a prank, let him go, took a few steps back, and lay back on the bed.

Senorance didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved, he held back the ache in his heart, and after getting Lou Yi's permission, he stepped forward to browse the contents of the document.