Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

Through the frosted glass, he turned off the lights and looked at the scene on the other side.The figures overlap, with thousands of gestures, mouth to ear, fingers pointing to the same place.

This was Yudmian's only memory, and it seemed that he was the one who was blamed.A "disqualification" trial that can never be accepted, tearing off his robe every sentence, and then reporting him as "indecent".

Opening an excuse is unrepentant;

It is true that there is silence;

No matter what he is wrong, it is wrong to speak out, it is wrong to worry, and it is wrong to shut down.Even if he retreats to the point of no return, and closes the bedroom door and hides himself in the closet, he will be dragged back to the trial hall by all the passages, and even the achievements once blessed by the God of Light will be maliciously tampered with—a The Holy Son, who relies on his body, actually has the face to pretend to be innocent?

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones.

"Good boy, don't cry, tell me, what do you remember?"

He remembered the moment when all the deviations began.

"No, don't believe it." He tugged at the fabric of Zhitiao's body, the velvet hem was embroidered with gold thread, the exquisite workmanship was not something ordinary nobles could obtain.

The bishop had deceived him then with his trusting glance, and later with the same merciful visage of all.

Zhiniao is actually very knowledgeable about materials, there is no other way, this is the requirement of the times.After all, he is an oiran who lives in Hualou. He is no different than Gong'e. Even if the little emperor always likes to bring the palace silks and satins to him in boxes and bundles, Zhiniao generally doesn't use them. He prefers to use the ones sent by merchants. .

There are many tricks, but they are not as dull as the ones sent by the emperor. Over time, the atmosphere of admiration for luxury has actually been reversed from the fireworks to the royal court.

He used it a lot, and sometimes he thought about it, saying that the things in the palace were the best, but he picked and compared them, and it seemed that they weren't all that good.

At first, Zhi Niao thought it was his own overthinking, but judging from the original body's reaction, it might be the wrong way to hit the right thing.

It is said that there is a strict hierarchy among monsters, and low-level monsters will naturally be driven away in high-level territories.But since they started to run rampant, the more the border areas became more chaotic, the lower the level of monsters was.There was only one powerful one, whose head was easily beheaded by the knight commander.

It is said that the dark gods invaded from the south, but it is better to say that the low-level monsters have poor control, which makes people see the loopholes and set off resistance.

So, what about the main city that has not experienced any troubles yet is no brighter than any other place?

I am afraid that the one who really broke the seal is the most sanctimonious one.

This is not a game between light and darkness. From the very beginning, it was a greedy heart trying to use the power of the dark god, and the innocent and obstructive Son of God will naturally be eliminated.

An extremely embarrassing situation, clearly in the Shengming Pagoda but unwilling to join forces, and in the eyes of others, he has already become a respondent to evil.The original body went to the end, bearing such a doomed dead end, no wonder even the Dark God ridiculed his stupidity.

Who told him to cherish feathers?

The prince who lives on the tower will be thrown from the tower sooner or later.

Zhidiao will leave, just like the last world, the original body will return to his own body sooner or later.

He always has to face the predicament by himself. The first retreat marked death, but now he does it again, but he pushes Zhitiao to the front of the stage, and he is still closed and shrinking. "Second Chance".So he asked: "Do you feel pain, sinking in the dark god's trap?"

How can it be painless?

Yudmian stared back in a daze, trying to get some love and affection from a pair of souls completely different from his own, and nodded.

"But you have to know that this pain is inevitable."

"why?"

Jidori didn't answer, because Yudmian became quiet after asking, obviously already thought of the answer.He turned to another question: "Yudmian, do you believe in the God of Light, or the Light?"

What's the difference?

Thinking with his rusty head became more and more difficult. He wanted to answer the former, but he rejected this answer before he could say it: he cannot believe in the God of Light.

He once sat on the top of the Shengming Pagoda for several days, praying to the God of Light in confusion, waiting for a response.

But what did he wait for?a taunt.

Whispering, he changed the second syllable: "It is the light. What I believe in should be the light." That was the mistake of his life. It was his blindness that brought him a sad end.

Now he is finally willing to change his words in front of another person.

"Yes, what you want to believe in is light." Finally getting the answer he wanted, Zhidiao smiled and kissed his forehead, "You have to remember, what you believe in is the beauty of the world, kindness and kindness itself, not Some fabricated illusion."

Zhidiao changed his tone, and asked again: "Now, tell me, you paid the price to call me here, what exactly do you want to accomplish?"

"I want……"

"No matter what the result is?"

"No matter what the result is."

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A new news spread in the town. There was a new owner in the city lord's pavilion, but no one was allowed to see the new owner. They only heard that the city lord was infatuated with him to the point of madness.

No one knows where this person came from, maybe he came out of the ups and downs of love, and his hair and skin were still stained with the water of desire, like an indescribable symbol.This mysterious and taboo character was flying everywhere in the rumors, and soon countless people remembered their accidental encounters, remembered that they had secretly clenched his hand, or touched his hair.

Like a peach-golden dream, I don’t know when it started, a few “poets” playing shiraz appeared in the town, their hair was combed crookedly, and there were money bags stolen from the corner of the street around their waists. He still has scars from the fight.

They don't go anywhere else, they play in a corner of the main hall day and night, singing "Tonight we meet again in a dream".

Oh, why did I only see you once in a dream?

——Your love only exists in dreamland, when I wake up, I have tears in my eyes.

When Ashmon heard those chants, he didn't pay much attention at first, but felt that those gorgeous accents disgusted him, and he wanted to simply drive them away, but after carefully identifying the content, he was followed by anger.

"You don't see me at night, but you only care about entering other people's dreams?" It asked the servant to bring those few songs, and put them in front of Zhiniao.

Those who are insignificant, it seldom takes action by itself, causing them to bear a large debt.

Maybe it was the roof tiles that were blown away suddenly by the strong wind, or maybe it was an unexpected fire, but those sudden things happened too many times, and no one cared about them.Anyway, I have no money at all, and a penny earned by stealing chickens and dogs is nothing more than a penny, and now I sing wholeheartedly.

Compared to rogues, this monster that only lives in the dark is not necessarily as good as a few humans.

Ashmond had never suffered such a loss before, so he solved a few of them secretly.

Those who sang outside the hall were happy when they saw that there were fewer people around them, and they didn't know how to be vigilant at all.

At this moment, Ashmon really understood the rumors that were originally written on paper, a group of peacocks courting a mate!

"Well written."

It is not the gentleness and subtlety of "Linglong Dice An Hongdou", but another kind of bold and unrestrained, wishing to hand over all the fiery love in the heart, shouting and boasting directly, confessing the love at the moment of meeting without any concealment.

They directly said in their poems that if one day the grapes are dyed red in the glass of wine, he must come to cuddle with each other by their side.

Exaggerated and bizarre metaphors, promises made after searching, singing and singing, and because the words of the people next to him are more touching, they picked up the piano that I didn't know where to find and beat them.

"A bunch of wild peasants!" Ashmond yelled, trying to avoid the fact that he had no literary talent at all.

But his eyes flicked to Zhitiao's side.

In fact, he also wrote a letter, which was hidden in the lyrics handed over to him.Talent and art are wandering gods who don't belong to any camp. It's just that the boarders of darkness despise hypocrisy. Is there anything that can't be solved by fighting and money?

It's time to hate less!

But it is doomed to have no response to this expectation. Zhiniao read each article, some read it out, and repeated it, and some simply glanced at it and put it aside.

In the past, in the building, the sisters would even get together to share, saying which one was written nonsense, and handed it to the back kitchen to light up the fire without even reading it, and which one was piled up with literature, which seemed dazzled, and dared not read on .

At that time, he received the most poems, and the newly-promoted No. [-] Scholar accidentally saw it, and made fun of the "Five Car Letters from Lou Zang", and vowed to read the poems in person in the future, otherwise they would bury them in a pile of letter paper, for fear of others Tired of watching.

No one has ever written those poems with the idea that "the oiran will definitely respond". Doing these things is just for the joy of doing it. It is the oiran who writes with anticipation and joy. bestowed gift.

Maybe after a few days or years, when I accidentally open those forgotten fabrications, I can still think of the immature thoughts and frivolousness of the past.

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Zhidiao ignored Ashmon's sorrow, "Lock me here."

Now Zhiniao is completely imprisoned. Although he entered the urn himself, the specific plot is quite different from what Ferry imagined.Ashmon stubbornly asked him to fall into the arms of the Dark God with it, secretly hid the meat of the foul beast in his meals, and tied his golden hair with scarlet headbands.

As if completely abandoning the original desolation and sobriety, Ashmon dressed him up in the most gorgeous way.

Extravagance and extreme desire may be able to sum up one or two things.

This focused mind gave Fei Suo and the others a chance to breathe. After losing several knight mages and two candidates in a row in the team, a letter suddenly appeared on his desk one morning.

The material of the letter paper was exactly the same as that given to Zhidiao by Ashmon. It contained the words addressed to him. Fei Suo read it carefully and quickly, then lit the candlestick and burned it to ashes.

"Integrate the remaining people, and we head further south." He has seen all the madness in the city these days. If he hadn't read the instructions of Lord Shengzi before he left, he might have beaten those people one by one. Because of their disrespect to the Holy Son in their words.

"Why are we leaving?" Qiu Fei was blocking the corridor, complaining in a low voice, "Master Shengzi is being imprisoned by monsters, so you are going to abandon him like this!"

"This is the arrangement of the adults." The majestic captain of the paladin arranged the arrangements for leaving the city, and only waited for the next morning when everyone was asleep, and took advantage of the half-dark sky to cover and leave.

"No, I don't understand. The further south, the monsters will only become more rampant." He waited for a long time, and the city affected his mind every moment. Faith sustains.

He was afraid, afraid that he would not be able to persist soon, and it was always easy to fall, and he was afraid of this "easy".