Come wear it, come to die

The next day, Tong Xianjun was brought to the Wheel of Heaven by the waiter again, and stared at Tiandao. Although Tiandao is just a ball of golden flames now, he can still feel how hot the other party's gaze is, and endured it. I couldn't help calling him "Wow, wow, wow".

Tiandao: ...Why did you bring this kid back again? It's noisy, but it's fine, I didn't cry today.

Tong Xianjun yelled Tiandao several times, seeing that he ignored him, his eyes rolled, his mouth shrunk, and the crystal tears began to condense and overflow.

Just as he was about to open his voice, he saw a golden streamer slowly drifting out of the flames, and a radiant flower condensed in front of him like yesterday, but this time it turned into a small daisy.

Disgusted face.

The little daisy slowly turned into a white peony, Tong Xianjun's eyes sparkled, and he would not let go while holding the flower.

The golden flame in the silver wheel swayed slightly, as if it knew how to calm down the soft ball.

So, every day when the waiter brought Tong Xianjun over, the first thing Tiandao did was to send him a peony flower. I don’t know when I got used to the company of a child by my side. I don’t know how many years I have been alone. My heart is filled when the way of heaven is unaware.

The shrine is in nothingness, there is no time limit, a hundred years and a thousand years are like a day, but Tong Xianjun seems not to be affected at all, he grows up day by day by Tiandao's side, and will soon be ten years old.

The life of the waiter created by Tiandao with a ray of divine power has come to an end, he is like a twilight old man, getting old, and finally returning to the original, turning into a puddle of mud.

Tiandao didn't respond at all to the waiter's departure, but Tong Xianjun knew that he must be uncomfortable, because the waiter had been by his side since Tiandao was born from nothingness.

Mr. Tong prayed all the soil from the waiter's origin into a wooden basin, planted the waiter's favorite flower in it, and placed it next to the wheel of heaven, so that it was as if the waiter had never left.

"My lord, we will depend on each other for our lives from now on."

Tiandao didn't speak, but the golden flame flickered a few times.

We have been together day and night for such a long time, we have done everything we should and should not do, and our son can crawl all over the ground. Mr. Tongqian has a deeper understanding of the way of heaven than himself.

Every plane of my lover has a different personality, and he is especially fond of fine points. Now this one is gentle and arrogant, and uses indifference to cover up his softness. He is so cute and cute.

"My lord, what do you think this flower should be called?" Pointing to the flower blooming in the flower pot, Tong prayed to the king.

In this world, new things are born every day and night, and Heavenly Dao will make these new creatures into "data" and put them in the plane, so most of the species here have no names.

Originally thinking that he would not get a response again, the golden flame flickered slightly: "Zi."

"Ok?"

"His name is Sumire." It was "he" not "it".

Mr. Tong prayed that I understood, what Tiandao meant was that the name of the waiter was "Purple".

Tsk tsk, it's really awkward.

"Then what about me?" He was ten years old, and now Tong Qianjun remembered that he was still an unknown person, which made him feel a little dumbfounded.

There is no one in the shrine, Tiandao is a boring gourd, he never takes the initiative to talk, most of the time he takes the initiative to pester him to talk, so Tiandao never calls him, Jin calls him a child, his little brother keeps calling him his brother , so...he never found out, and he didn't even have a name.

In the hall, fell into a silence.

"My lord, don't I have a name?" Tong Yandi prayed for Junjun online in a second, with teary eyes. Although he was wearing a child's skin, the soul inside him was at the level of an old monster. You can choose any name, but he just wants Tiandao to give him one.

Tiandao couldn't bear to show this "collapsing embankment" appearance the most, and a faint voice echoed in the palace: "Nei."

"what!?"

"Your name is 'Ni'." Tiandao repeated it in a rare way, and the white book flew out of the golden flame, hit Tong Xianjun on the head, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Tiandao seemed to drop it casually, and it didn't hurt to hit him on the head with the notebook. Tong Qianjun rubbed his head and picked up the white notebook.

"What is this?" It was blank, and when I turned the page, it was fine, but there was nothing inside.

"Record everything you think of on it."

"Is everything okay?" Tong Xianjun held the notebook, his eyes sparkling.

"Ah."

Mr. Tong prayed holding the notebook and ran away hehehehehe.

Tiandao: ...Little lunatic.

It's just that Tiandao didn't realize it at all, and the words he whispered in his heart carried a pampering that he had never had before.

After tossing mysteriously for a few days, Tong prayed for the king, and then ran to Tiandao to offer a treasure: "My lord, I have finished the painting."

I saw that the original blank cover of the book was filled with white smoke, and there was only one wheel of heaven, which was painted very meticulously and realistically. Every texture on the silver wheel was swaying with golden flames, shining brightly, as if alive.

"My lord, how is my painting?"

"Very good." So good that he was surprised, this child really surprised him everywhere.

Being praised by the Heavenly Dao, the corners of Tong Xianjun’s mouth were almost grinning behind his ears, and he opened another one, and on the cover was written a detailed introduction to the Wheel of the Heavenly Dao. The ancient characters are the same as those engraved on the Wheel of Heavenly Dao. Of course, this is what Tiandao taught him.

After Tiandao read it carefully, he corrected a few words for Tong Xianjun, and gave a soft "hmm" to express his satisfaction.

"My lord, can this book be called by this name?" Tong Xianjun opened another page, pointing to the content on it.

The Book of Heaven's Rebellion.

"Why?"

"Because there are only me and the venerable in the shrine now, so..." He lowered his head, showing a bit of pitifulness.

The golden flame of Tiandao jumped a few times: "Yes."

Tong Xianjun's eyes lit up, and he was so happy that he threw himself on the wheel of heaven, and kissed on the silver ring: "You are so kind, my lord!!"

The golden flame flickered a few times, and Tiandao's voice was a bit weird: "You...are rude!!"

The words were obviously reprimands, but they seemed a little out of breath.

Tong Xianjun was not afraid at all, he rubbed against the silver ring for a while, and the golden flame flickered and finally calmed down.

After that, under the huge silver wheel in the shrine, there was always a little boy sitting there, holding a book in his hand, holding a pen in his hand, and scribbling and drawing on it with an extremely serious expression. Are they right? After talking for a few words, the picture actually has a bit of warmth.

At the same time, a lot of items gradually appeared in the empty shrine, such as tables, chairs, bed cabinets, etc. Tiandao didn't feel much about it. It should be that he had unknowingly accompanied this person by his side. People have integrated into their long life.

As time passed, Tong Xianjun grew up. At the age of 16, he was really a beautiful age like a flower. Although he had been with Heaven for many years, he would leave the shrine every once in a while to visit his elder brother.

It was also from Mr. Tongyan that the "people" here began to have names. His elder brother's name was "Ming", which was given to him by Mr. Tongyan.

"Nei." Ming, who was working in the field, watched his younger brother walking along the path, with a look of joy in his eyes.

"Brother." Tong Qianjun called softly, looking at the brother he hadn't seen for a long time, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt that his brother seemed a little different when he met before.

Although Tong Xianjun thought it was strange, he didn't think much about it, and helped Ming to work together. He was once feared by the people here because he killed his mother. Prayer is the servant in the shrine, and they are even more respectful.

"Brother, this is Mi." Ming brought Tong Qianjun back to the hut where he lived, and saw a graceful woman walking out of it, with a bit of happiness in his eyes.

Tong Xianjun is a smart person, he immediately understood what was going on, smiled lightly, and congratulated the two of them.

The elder brother is going to live with others, and it is not easy for Tong Xianjun to disturb him. He is not with him like before when he knew it was getting dark before leaving. At noon, he bid farewell to the two of them.

"Brother, when you come back next time, Mi and I will hold a wedding ceremony..."

"Okay." Tong prayed and nodded.

His brother has grown up, and it's time for him to marry a wife and have children.

The companion gift is a good thing, and it can be written in the notebook after returning home.

Seeing Mr. Tong praying away, Mi smiled softly, wrapped her white and soft hands around Ming's slender and strong arms, and said, "I really look forward to the time when he returns next time." His eyes lowered slightly, covering his eyes. The strange color flashed by, if you look carefully, you will find that Mi's expression at the moment is like a cunning and sinister poisonous snake.

In the extremely comfortable shrine, the silver wheel rotated gently, and the golden flame swayed slightly. The young man was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, lying on the table with an expression focused on painting.

It's been a whole day, and I still draw, is this endless?Didn't you always talk to him while drawing?

Tiandao finally couldn't help it, and rarely asked: "What are you painting?"

"I'm drawing a wedding ceremony." Tong Xianjun said seriously, and spread out the notebook to Tiandao, a little excited: "My lord, my brother said that when I go back next time, he will have a wedding ceremony with the woman he loves." It's a wedding ceremony."

"Why is it a man and a woman, two men or two women can't hold a couple ceremony." Tiandao suddenly said this.

Tong prayed for a moment, then grinned, threw away the notebook in his hand and rushed over: "Master Tiandao, so you like this!!" As he spoke, he grouped together on the silver wheel.

The golden glow flickered, and Heaven was angry: "Don't make random kisses!"

"I didn't kiss indiscriminately." After several more kisses, he really fell in love with this cute, awkward, arrogant and unexpectedly upright lover.

Just as they were having a good time, Tong Xianjun's body suddenly trembled, he paused while climbing on the silver wheel, and slowly slid to sit on the ground.

Tiandao felt that he was wrong, and the golden flame flickered and jumped a few times.

"what happened?"

"I don't know..." Suddenly there was a creepy feeling of panic.

……

"Look what I picked!!" Mi held a crimson fruit in both hands and handed it to Ming, saying, "It smells really good, you should try it."

The author has something to say: This is a memory of the past, and a knife cannot change it...so the plot still has to go!