After I scumbag the seven gods

Lin Ye was dying.

Countless people cheered for Lin Ye's death.

No need to listen, Lin Ye knew what those people were talking about, it was nothing more than "a good death" or something like that.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, Lin Ye opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the young man not far away.

The boy's appearance is not particularly outstanding, but he can be considered handsome. However, the most attractive thing is the boy's temperament and the smile on his face. Such a smile is gentle and beautiful, and people can't help but look at it. I still want to protect him.

Even the seven highest gods in the sanctuary couldn't help but have this idea when they saw such a smile, and then chose the boy, didn't they?

The strongest possessor.

Thinking of what other people called the boy, Lin Ye wanted to laugh.

But he didn't have the strength to laugh anymore, and the loss of blood made Lin Ye's vision even more blurred.

He is going to die.

Lin Ye finally realized this, but he still refused to close his eyes. He stared at the young man intently. In his eyes, not only the young man was reflected, but also... the seven so-called gods.

Those gods are circling around the boy, as if the boy is their most precious treasure.

"what."

Lin Ye finally closed his eyes. He didn't want to keep his eyes open and stare unwillingly at the young man after death, that would be too ugly.

In Lin Ye's view, the boy had no other advantages other than his so-called smile, but he always lost to such a person.

In front of teenagers, his efforts are always a joke.

Lin Ye hated teenagers.

But he hates himself even more.

I hate myself who lost to the boy so easily and lost his life.

In the final analysis, he is still not strong enough.

If he can become stronger, his efforts will not be a joke!

But after all, he still failed to prove anything, so he could only die like this.

Consciousness was swallowed by the darkness bit by bit, and Lin Ye ushered in death.

Opening his eyes again, Lin Ye found himself in a bright hall.

A group of people dressed as servants walked back and forth beside Lin Ye with their heads down, looking extremely busy.

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Isn't he... dead?

Lin Ye frowned, subconsciously raised his head and looked around.

But with just such a glance, he was stunned.

This... isn't the Lin family?

Lin Ye still has a little impression of the place where he lived when he was young.

However, he had been expelled from the Lin family a long time ago. The Lin family would never let him step into the Lin family again, and Lin Ye himself was unwilling to return to this kind of place. Why did he appear again now? At Lin's?

Things are getting more and more out of order.

When Lin Ye saw a person appearing outside the hall, Lin Ye finally realized what was wrong.

That was the boy Lin Ye saw before he died, and also Lin Ye's nominal brother, Lin Moshu.

Lin Moshu was dressed in white, and his face was much younger than when he saw it before. He was smiling and greeting the servants around him.

As if infected by Lin Moshu's smile, smiles appeared on the faces of the surrounding servants, and the atmosphere suddenly improved a lot.

Lin Ye looked away, looked down, and found that he was wearing the same white clothes as Lin Moshu.

Looking at the objects held in the hands of the servants, Lin Ye quickly thought of a kind of ceremony - the ceremony of inviting the gods.

The Lin family is a family of spirit possessors, and the number of spirit possessors is very large, so whenever the boys and girls in the clan are 18 years old, the Lin family will gather these boys and girls together to perform a god-inviting ceremony for them.

In the ceremony of inviting the gods, some talented people will be favored by the gods and become god possessors.

As the name suggests, a god possessor is a person who is possessed by a god, and such a person will spend his whole life under the protection of the god.

When a person is selected, the god will give part of his divine power to the possessor, so that the life span of the possessor can be extended and he can learn various spells.

The stronger the possessed god is, the stronger the possessor will be.

In this generation, Lin Ye and Lin Moshu were the most special.

There is a legend circulating in the sanctuary. According to legend, the sanctuary was created by the joint efforts of seven gods, and these seven gods are also the most powerful existence among all the gods.

And now, one of the seven legendary gods seemed to have taken a fancy to the Lin family, and planned to pick one of the two brothers of the Lin family to become a god possessor.

That is the powerful god who once created the sanctuary.

As soon as the news came out, the entire Lin family erupted.

And Lin Ye and Lin Moshu have also been cherished by the family as treasures since childhood.

Memories are interrupted here.

Lin Ye lowered his eyes, and he finally realized that he probably... went back to a time long ago, a time that he had almost forgotten.

Do it all over again.

Lin Ye suddenly realized, when did his luck become so good?

However, Lin Ye didn't hate this kind of good luck. Rather, it was a rare experience of good luck, and it felt... pretty cool.

His eyes lit up bit by bit, Lin Ye was very grateful to God for giving him such a chance, this time he must become stronger, but... before that, he had to solve the obstacles on his way to becoming stronger .

Lin Ye's eyes fell on Lin Moshu.

But soon, he looked back with disinterest.

It was not difficult for Lin Ye to deal with Lin Moshu, but Lin Ye was not interested in bullying people weaker than himself. What he really cared about were the seven gods.

In his previous life, it was not Lin Moshu who killed him, but those seven gods.

Killing God, a trace of madness rose in Lin Ye's eyes.

That sounds interesting, doesn't it?

Just when Lin Ye was inevitably excited, the ritual of inviting the gods began.

With the memories of his previous life, Lin Ye knew the result of this god-inviting ceremony well.

Lin Moshu was selected, but he lost.

He fell down from the altar when he failed the election, and was ridiculed and ridiculed by everyone in the Lin family.

And Lin Moshu, who was chosen by the seven gods at once, was even more favored, surrounded by people almost everywhere he went.

Lin Ye reached out his hand and tapped his cheek in boredom. The ceremony was so lengthy that he couldn't help but yawned and wanted to go back to sleep.

But the old men of the Lin family probably won't agree, forget it, if you can't beat it for the time being, just bear with it.

Lin Ye stood there for a while, so bored that he even recalled those almost forgotten memories.

At that time, he... seemed to be looking forward to the ceremony of inviting the gods?

He spent all his time on cultivation. When Lin Moshu sneaked out to play, he was practicing. When Lin Moshu was not practicing seriously and secretly reading the script, he was still practicing, and he was full of confidence. The last person chosen will definitely be him.

Unfortunately, he thinks too much.

The person who was finally selected was Lin Moshu, and there were more than one, seven gods chose Lin Moshu at the same time.

Lin Ye still remembered the desperate and unbelievable self when he heard the result, and even asked about the result several times, which attracted everyone's ridicule.

But now that I think about it, it's kind of funny.

At that time, he was almost chosen by the gods, and becoming a god possessor was the most important meaning of his life.

If he is not chosen by the seven gods, his life will be over and meaningless.

Thinking of how depressed he was at that time, Lin Ye couldn't help laughing out loud, which drew a strange look from Lin Moshu who was standing beside him.

Lin Ye ignored Lin Moshu, and just looked at the old man standing at the front of the crowd, muttering beside the altar. He knew that in the next second, that old man would turn around and read out the results.

This boring thing is finally coming to an end.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought flashed through Lin Ye's mind, the old man turned around.

The old man looked very excited, and a name slowly emerged on the white paper he had been holding tightly in his hand.

The hand holding the paper trembled slightly, and the old man read out the result in a trembling voice: "The chosen one is—Lin Moshu!"