Metaphysics boss dressed as a wealthy cannon fodder young master

Jingfeng City is located in the south of the Yangtze River. It usually rains a lot. At this time, dark clouds and haze gather over Jingfeng City. The drizzle gathers and falls from the corners of the eaves and drips into the stream, splashing waves on the originally calm water. .

Wang Chuan passed the arched bridge, which felt a bit like the Naihe Bridge in the underworld. He looked at the three or two women under the bridge holding wooden mallets. They were beating their clothes by the green stream, but because of the sudden rain, they had to carry the wooden trays. The warm picture of returning home made me startled.

Wang Chuan counted the blue bricks under his feet, and he didn't know what else he could do in this ancient city full of fireworks besides counting bricks.

He has no home.

There was no one waiting for him to return home.

Standing on the arch bridge, Wang Chuan was surrounded by black tiles and green walls. The drizzle was continuous, and white smoke was rising from every house. Where is the road.

The drizzle was accompanied by cool wind, his snow-white robe was wet, and his long black hair stuck to his face. He looked at the water surface stirred by rain and cool wind under the arch bridge, and looked at the ripples on the water surface. Before I knew it, I was fascinated by it.

His main body, the Wangchuan River, every time it rises, it is because of the rebellion of the resentful ghosts suppressed in the water, and it has never been shaken by the continuous drizzle or the cool breeze.

It's ridiculous to think about it, obviously he is the mother of the rivers of the three realms, the origin of the rivers of the three realms, but his life is not as comfortable as the Yiwang Bitan in the human world.

With a wave of his sleeve, Wang Chuan scattered the water.

It seemed that his freedom and ease were also broken up.

In the hazy mist, the sky above the arch bridge and the ground below the arch bridge were shrouded in white mist, as if the whole world was left with nothing but white.

The night watchman knocked on his bamboo clapper and shouted along the street, "The cold rain and cold wave are coming, the government has ordered an early curfew, and every house should turn off the lights and close the doors!"

Wang Chuan walked alone in the streets of Jingfeng City. The merchants on both sides of the street had already closed for curfew. Rows of red lanterns were left hanging high under the eaves of the doors, illuminating the whole street in red. Abandoning the homeless stray dog, in the cold rainy night, struggling to find a home that can make me feel at ease, where there is someone I love waiting for me to go home.

On the other side of the street is Jingfeng Cheng Guoshi, who is dressed gorgeously and brightly.

The man was dressed in a black robe, the bottom of the robe and the edges of the cuffs were covered with bright red flowers, which was flamboyant but not too exaggerated.

A sharp and sharp face like a sharp axe, suppressed the excessive publicity to the extreme, and couldn't tell a trace of color was exposed. A pair of red deerskin boots were embroidered with copper-colored bells. Lu Lai jingling, in the middle of the night where there is no one in Jingfeng City, it looks extraordinarily coquettish.

Wangchuan River God's face was snow-white, and when he saw the figure, his originally dull eyes stopped involuntarily, and his originally confused eyes gradually became brighter.

Si Qing held a bright red oiled paper umbrella in his hand, probably because of the God of Flowers, Si Qing liked red very much, especially the red Bianhua.

He looked at the drenched Wangchuan River God with no expression on his face, but said sullenly, "My national teacher advises you to stop being a monster in Jingfeng City, otherwise I won't be under my command like today." show mercy!"

After Si Qing left these words, he turned around and left without hesitation, so much that even the raindrops dripping from the oil-paper umbrella flew in a semicircle in mid-air and splashed everywhere.

Along with his departure, there was also the sudden rise and fall of light spots in Wang Chuan's eyes.

Wang Chuan has been holding on for several days, repeatedly encouraging himself to build his own heart, and at this moment, it completely collapsed.

He originally thought that Si Qing was just throwing a temper tantrum, not really trying to forget himself, but now it seems that he really forgot himself.

This was the second time he saw him after smashing the dragon head lantern that Si Qing made for him.

But things have long changed.

After parting that day, he couldn't hold back after all, and ran to the human world to look for Si Qing, but he thought he was a wild god who would disrupt the human world and seal the city. The dead hand came out.

For several days, he lingered in Jingfeng City, unwilling to leave.

Wang Chuan took a few steps in the rain, then he got faster and faster, and finally walked like flying, as if the rain would wash away the grievances and tears overflowing from his eyes, he smashed the wooden door of a restaurant with a bang , rushed into the house holding a jar of old wine and drank wildly.

This frightened the shopkeeper of the restaurant and immediately got under the table with his arms around his head. Wang Chuan seemed to have just woken up for a moment. He picked up a jade pendant and said apologetically, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry that I didn't bring any money when I first came to this world. This is my jade pendant. If you need anything, you can smash this jade pendant at any time. I will definitely show up and save your life." .”

The shopkeeper didn't take these gossips seriously. After all, there are too many cheating food and drinking in this age, but looking at the gentleman in front of him, his temperament is gentle and his whole body is as warm as water.

He also brought him a few altars of vintage wine that he had treasured for a long time.

"Thank you."

The shopkeeper just looked at the young master like this, swallowed the spirits in front of him like clear spring water, felt a burst of heartache, patted his thigh repeatedly and sighed.

This sigh attracted Wang Chuan, who had been immersed in self-pity and self-pity, "Shopkeeper, why are you sighing?"

The shopkeeper said, "I didn't study much since I was a child. There are many brothers and sisters in my family. My father died early, and I am the elder brother. Therefore, the burden of food for a family of ten or so has been carried on my shoulders early. Because of why you are sad, but judging by the young master's attire, you must not be worried about food, since you have no worries about food and clothing, what is there to be sad about?"

Wang Chuan tilted his head, meditated for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "The shopkeeper doesn't know, I am also worried when I advance, and I am also worried about retreating. If I take a further step, I will hurt tens of thousands of people. If you are me, the shopkeeper, you should How to choose."

The shopkeeper slapped his thigh, "Hey, I don't understand the general meaning of what you said, but can you ask me, who is the one who hurts the next step? The ten thousand people who are hurt by one step back must be the people of Limin. "

Wang Chuan hugged the wine jar tightly, and looked at the spirits in the jar for a long time, just when the shopkeeper thought he would not reply, he heard him mutter in a very low voice, "If that person is my favorite Woolen cloth……"

"Then I must choose the person I like, and what do the thousands of people in the world have to do with me, but the person I like is all I have in this life." After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper rubbed the back of his head embarrassedly, "I made you laugh. Frequent hair, demons and demons are rampant, everyone should have the world in their hearts, devote themselves to death, and die, I am still the heart of a small man."

"No, you're right."

Wang Chuan suddenly stood up from the bamboo couch where he was drinking, threw the wine jar, and it shattered into pieces on the ground with a bang, startling the shopkeeper.

Wang Chuan didn't look back, he stood there for a long time, and suddenly said softly, "Thank you for your teaching, shopkeeper, and after talking to the shopkeeper, Wang Chuan suddenly understood, and we will see you later."

After Wang Chuan finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot. If it wasn't for the wine jars scattered all over the floor, the shopkeeper would have thought he was dazzled.

But what is even more dazzling is that the moment Mr. Wen Run disappeared, another handsome man in black robe appeared in the room. That man exuded a strong sense of aggression from all over his body, which was different from that Mr. Wen Run just now. It gave him the opposite feeling. If he had the courage to talk a few words with Mr. Wen Run, he could only tremble with this man in black robe.

After the shopkeeper saw clearly the Bianhua flower embroidered on the bottom and cuffs of the man in the black robe, he suddenly had a guess in his mind. This person should be the newly-appointed Master of the National Teacher in Jingfeng City. Flowers that can only be used by human beings.

Si Qing took the jade pendant that Wang Chuan left to the shopkeeper, picked it up for a few glances, put it away against his chest, left a purse of money for the shopkeeper, and disappeared in place.

Respecting Fengcheng Street, the red oiled paper umbrella held him up in the rain, Si Qing was playing with the jade pendant in his hand, and felt pain in his heart, he didn't know why, after he wounded the man, he still kept silent Stealth followed behind him.

Even when the man was drenched in the rain, he couldn't help but show up, warning him to go back to his lair as soon as possible, although what he said to tell him to go back to his lair was a bit off.

After Wangchuan River God left the restaurant, he returned to the underworld.

For tens of thousands of years, the sky has been filled with wild sand, and everything is yellow. This is the first time that rain has fallen on the sky of the underworld.

The huge raindrops were like rolling pearls and jade plates, falling from the sky into the Wangchuan River in the underworld, making a ticking sound, and the dense raindrops were like a huge net, blocking the entire Wangchuan River. Chuan felt very suffocated.

This feeling of suffocation made him confused for a moment whether it was the situation in front of him that made him suffocate in despair, or it was really the raindrops that suffocated him.

He passed by Wangchuan River, Sansheng Stone, and Naihe Bridge non-stop, until he found Meng Po who was guarding the intersection of Huangquan at Wangxiang Terrace.

Seeing the God of Wangchuan River, Meng Shao's heart tensed up, but he had already prepared for it. After all, God Si Qinghua drank his Mengpo soup, which caused him to forget about the God of Wangchuan River. Chuanhe God will come to him.

But no matter how he expected it, he never expected that the normally gentle and moist as a banished immortal would overturn the whole pot of soup that he had boiled for nine days and nine nights with one palm.

Meng Shao said helplessly, "The God of Wangchuan River calm down."

Wang Chuan didn't say a word, his black eyes were full of earnestness, as if destroying Meng Po Tang and Wangxiang Terrace was his most important task now, even more serious than suppressing the grievances of ghosts.

The corner of Meng Shao's mouth twitched as he watched.

He secretly scolded that damn flower god Si Qing in his heart, but he was going to do him a terrible job.

Meng Shao knew that Si Qinghuashen couldn't let it go, even though he forced himself to let it go, he fell into a trance when he drank Meng Po soup, and the black magic pattern on the side of his cheek was still fresh in his memory.

He originally thought it was because of a shaved head, but now it seems that it is the lover who is interested in him.

Meng Shao sighed, Wang Chuanhe God's heart is like a rock, and everyone in the underworld thought that he would not be tempted, but at this moment, it seems that Si Qing, the God of Flowers, is the only one who can't let it go and forget it?

Seeing that the mood of the Wangchuan River God was unstable, the entire Wangchuan River also boiled, and the ghosts who were suppressed in the river suddenly let out ghost cries and wolf howls one after another.

Meng Shao had no choice but to take advantage of Wang Chuanhe's distraction, and lightly scratched Wang Chuan's head with his hand. A cluster of fiery red and hot anger was grabbed from Wang Chuan's body by him. This anger that could not be let go He refined it into soup on the spot, and wanted the God of the River Wangchuan to drink it, but was thrown into the water of the River Wangchuan by the God of the River Wangchuan.

Both Meng Shao and Wang Chuan were not in the water of the Wang Chuan River, but they never noticed that the ray of Meng Po soup refined by the anger of the God of the Wang Chuan River was caught by a person who had been lurking at the bottom of the water when it fell into the water of the Wang Chuan River. The surface of the water opened its mouth and swallowed it.

After eating the soup on the surface of the water, the whole facial features gradually became clear, and he could come and go freely even in the water.

If Si Qing was present, he would be able to recognize this dirty thing at the first sight, the guy who has been coveting the God of Wangchuanhe all this time.

It was also the object he had been secretly threatening since he had spiritual wisdom with him.

No matter how Meng Shao tried to persuade him, Wang Chuan ignored him, didn't make a fuss, just focused on the movements in his hands, his right hand fluttered, and the wild sand turned into a sharp sword. The second big pot filled with Meng Po soup was overturned, and the posture was quite domineering, as if everything would return to the original state after the pot was overturned, and nothing would be counted.

Meng Shao sat on the bank of the river with a headache, and could only stare at Wang Chuan as he overturned several pots of Meng Po soup that he had worked so hard to cook. Chuanhe has a gentle demeanor and a gentle temper. In fact, he is the number one god that has existed in Qionglu since ancient times. After Qionglu gave birth to him, he built the underworld by himself.

Pom Meng, who was promoted after death halfway through, like him, was blown away without even touching a finger of the ancient god.

Po Meng sighed helplessly, "A bowl of soup can cross all living beings in the world of mortals, but it can't cross the River God of Wangchuan..."

Po Meng couldn't help but recall that the reason why Si Qing, the flower god, was promoted to the god position was because of the life-and-death confrontation between Wangchuan River God and Tiandao because of him.

At that time, the Dao of Heaven asked the God of Wangchuan River to punish the evil with his own hands and destroy Si Qing and the Dragon Emperor, but the God of Wangchuan River broke with the Dao of Heaven because of this.

Even fighting with the Heavenly Dao, when he was gradually lost or even defeated, Si Qing was originally just a small weed, but at this time he forcibly transformed into a human form and was promoted to the God of Flowers.

Meng Shao shook his head, "It's true that one person became a god with one thought, and the same person became a demon with one thought. Alas, two idiots."

Perhaps it was because Tiandao had already anticipated the follow-up encounter of Wangchuanhe God at that time. Whether it was because of the father's love for his son, after all, Wangchuanhe God had always been Tiandao's favorite son of God, or whether it was Tiandao's love for God. Restraining coercion is the only way to make such a bad move, and strangle all sources to death at the beginning.

When Meng Shao recovered from his contemplation, he saw that the God of Wangchuan River was going to smash a Sansheng Stone by the Wangchuan River with a sharp sword, which made him widen his eyes in fright, and hurriedly took a stone from the bank. Rolling over, holding the Sansheng Stone in his arms, he quickly rolled again, and at the same time heard a bang, a deep dent had been left on the original location of the Sansheng Stone on the shore.

The three-life stone, which was so frightened that it could not be transformed into a shape, but already possessed wisdom, burst into tears immediately.

It was like the sound of a baby crying, and suddenly pulled Wang Chuan Shensi back, he put his hand on his forehead, his head hurt a little, the strong alcohol in the world has a lot of stamina.

Wang Chuan looked at the stone that was hiding in Meng Shao's arms and was crying loudly all the time, was silent for a while, and asked, "Is it born with wisdom?"

Meng Shao nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, Wangchuan River God, this matter has nothing to do with the Sansheng Stone. The Flower God Siqing is drinking Mengpo soup at my place. If you still don't feel relieved, I still have three pots of boiling water. Tang Shui, you can continue to fly, really."

Wang Chuan: "..."

Wang Chuan bowed to the two of them, and said in a difficult tone, "I'm sorry, you two, Wang Chuan drank some spirits and made a mess, Wang Chuan will try his best to compensate..."

Wang Chuan took a look at the dozens of cauldrons that he had overturned, as well as the Wangxiang Terrace, and the countless flowers and plants around it...

The impoverished Wang Chuan: "..."

Wang Chuan suddenly retracted the words that were already on his lips, and turned a corner, "Wang Chuan will go to receive the punishment."

Meng Shao: "..."

Meng Shao rubbed his nose and said with a dry smile, "God of Wangchuan River doesn't have to be so polite, you don't have to go to receive the punishment! Really don't need it! I added wrong ingredients to those dozens of pots of soup, so God of Wangchuan River overturned it for me. It just helped me, I don’t have to pour them out one by one by myself.”

Wang Chuan doubted: "Really?"

Meng Shao's eyes twitched fiercely, "Of course it's true!"

Damn, what a fart!

That is the soup that I spent countless thoughts on cooking!

But he can't say that.

If Si Qing, the god of flowers who regained his memory one day, knew, it would not just be a matter of overturning dozens of pots!

I'm afraid that Si Qing, who is half magic flower and half magic grass, will do something to overthrow the underworld!

Wang Chuan said, "Forget it."

Wang Chuan rubbed his forehead, his drunken eyes suddenly recalled the first time he punished Si Qing.

That was after Si Qing refined the lantern with a dragon head, and sent it to him in a hurry, but was smashed into pieces by himself without hesitation.

In the evening, Si Qing still couldn't hold back, and sneaked back to the underworld from the world, and even fixed himself with the vines of the other shore flower. When he couldn't move, his lips were lightly printed on his own. .

It was the first time that Wang Chuan lost his composure in tens of thousands of years, so that he didn't even know how to react.

Until Si Qing poked out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips tentatively, while his eyes widened in surprise, he also reacted to this wrong move.

He struggled immediately.

But was suppressed by Si Qing and couldn't move.

Wang Chuan turned his head to look at the thing that tied him to the stone bed. He didn't expect it to be the dragon silk woven by the merman. The merman is good at weaving. In addition to making it not wet in the water, the dragon silk is also strong and not easy to break. And the effect of the temporary disappearance of divine power.

Everything in the world is mutual generation and mutual restraint, even if Ru Wangchuan is the son of heaven, there are things in the world that can restrain him.

This dragon is one of them.

Wang Chuan looked at Long Xiao tied to his wrist, his eyes turned red with anger for a moment, Long Xiao was soft and silky, and would not hurt his wrist.

But he was still red-eyed.

What makes Si Qing dare to treat herself like this...

Looking at Wang Chuan's ruddy eyes, Si Qing stretched out his hand and tore off the tie on Wang Chuan's robe.

The tie was torn, and the snow-white robe came apart automatically. When Wang Chuan hurriedly covered the robe, Si Qing picked him up and put him on a big soft bed that he had prepared long ago.

That bed was brought by him from the human world, and Wang Chuan fell on the big bed. The bedding on the bed was full of the smell of sunshine, which was never seen in the underworld.

Wang Chuan was startled, got up from the bed, and couldn't help scolding, "Si Qing, you... umhhh!"

Si Qing sealed his dumb acupoint, stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and Wang Chuan was thrown onto the bed again.

Wang Chuan lost his divine power, so he felt a little unbearable even with such a light fall, but he ignored the pain and wanted to sit up and get off the bed immediately, but Si Qing stepped over and blocked his way.

Wang Chuan had no choice but to quickly crawl in another direction, trying to stay away from this big bed that made him feel very dangerous, but Si Qing blocked him again, firmly blocking his way to death.

After several tosses, Wang Chuan lost his strength and could only lie on the bed panting.

Si Qing looked at the person lying on the bed with a rosy complexion, stared at him for a moment, then suddenly leaned over, Wang Chuan had to back away, but Si Qing reached out and grabbed his right ankle, and pulled him all at once. He pulled back.

While struggling and tugging, Wang Chuan's snow-white robe completely slipped off, revealing the same snow-white obscene underwear underneath. Si Qing paused when he saw the snow-white obscene trousers, but what followed was even more brutal As soon as he moved, he hooked the corner of the panties with his fingers, and with one force, he pulled the whole trousers back to the ankle.

This made Wang Chuan's originally snow-white complexion even more rosy, and at the same time, he became more panicked. He slapped his hands in all directions, and kicked his feet in all directions, trying to snatch the obscene pants back from Si Qing's hands, but suddenly A muffled grunt was heard.

Wang Chuan looked towards Mu Huan Sheng, and saw that his kick had hit Si Qing's spot.

But in the next moment, I saw him kicking that person's foot, which was firmly held by the other person's hand, and firmly pressed under his leg.

Then, Si Qing slowly lowered his head.

The warm and familiar breath suddenly approached, which made Wang Chuan close his eyes suddenly, and twisted his neck to one side. When the smell of blood came from his lips, he couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes slowly reopened. open.

The pain moved down slowly, between the eyebrows, the corners of the lips, the Adam's apple, the chest... As Si Qing gnawed everywhere and saw blood everywhere, he finally hissed uncontrollably.

The soft hiss of pain made Si Qing's scarlet eyes a little dark, and Wang Chuan's upper and lower thin lips could not make a sound, so he could only repeat silently, "Si Qing, wake up."

Wang Chuan looked at the black wrinkle on Si Qing's right cheek and his scarlet eyes, a flash of pity flashed in his eyes.

He knew that what he did to himself now was out of his control.

It's a demon at work.

Si Qing didn't wake up, maybe it was because he didn't want to wake up, he moved down all the way, like a wild dog that hadn't eaten for a long time, suddenly smelled the delicious meat and bones, and gnawed at him indiscriminately.

This made Wang Chuan really unbearable, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly slapped him.

Under the sound of crisp applause, Si Qing's movements remained motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Wang Chuan himself was also stunned, he looked at his right hand that had slapped Si Qing slowly, it hurt so much, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

When he looked at Si Qing's cold and handsome face in a panic, he saw that the right side of his face turned red quickly.

Si Qing's eyes suddenly sank, his big palm moved, and Wang Chuan's clothes were shattered with one palm.

Wang Chuan originally felt a chill all over when he was stunned by his behavior after beating Si Qing, but when he recovered, it was too late.

I saw Si Qing attacking the city all the way, without any mercy, he went straight to the city gate.

In a panic, Wang Chuan didn't have time to react, and realized that his lips and tongue were also taken away.

The faint fragrance of Bana flowers penetrated into the nostrils, it did not belong to the smell of Wangchuan River, Wangchuan whimpered and tried to push Si Qing, but it was of no avail, in exchange for Si Qing's even crazier behavior.

He endured so much that he was almost unable to bear it.

Wang Chuan looked at Si Qing sadly, Si Qing lowered his eyes, with incomparable sincerity and passion, kissed his forehead, and coaxed softly, "Wang Chuan, be good."

Blooming red Bianhua flowers broke out from the ground around the big bed, swaying gently, making the skin of the person on the bed more crystal clear, delicate and smooth.

Wang Chuan still couldn't make a sound, his lips trembled silently, "Si Qing, wake up! Don't let your demons manipulate you!"

"Si Qing! Wake up!"

"Si Qing! If you continue, I will, I will..."

Si Qing stared into his eyes, and said hoarsely, "What will happen to you."

"I will, will..."

Wang Chuan couldn't tell what would happen to him, his face turned red in vain, and after a moment of stalemate, he said softly, "Are you sure you won't regret it in the future?"

"Si Qing! Mmm..."

After the kiss, Si Qing looked into Wang Chuan's eyes, scarlet flashed, his voice was low and steady, as if he was as firm as others, "Noisy."

He only said two words briefly, but showed his attitude with actions.

Wang Chuan widened his eyes.

Si Qing turned a deaf ear, seeing that snow-white skin was covered with a layer of pink, his expression became even crazier.

"Si Qing, are you crazy!"

Hearing this, Si Qing paused, raised his scarlet eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I've gone crazy a long time ago!"

Wang Chuan wanted to climb out of the bed, but was dragged barefoot by the other party, and fell onto the bed violently.

The bedding is thick and soft, and it won't hurt him.

But this dangerous and awkward posture made Wang Chuan extremely uncomfortable.

Si Qing also noticed his discomfort, and moved a little more slowly, hugging his waist with one hand, and picked up a snow-white soft pillow with the other hand, letting him sit on the head of the bed.

With the soft pillow to lean against, he was indeed more comfortable.

But he was also very angry, but he was not willing to lose his temper at Si Qing. He had no choice but to bite down on Si Qing's hand like a child. He bit so hard that he saw blood kind of.

After taking one bite, there was only a blood-red crescent moon imprinted on the back of Si Qing's hand, which was bright and very conspicuous.

Si Qing looked down at the tooth marks, and then at Wang Chuan.

The latter turned his head guiltily.

Unexpectedly, Si Qing bit back abominably, and even bit on his Adam's apple.

He grunted several times in pain.

……

The moon turns and the stars move, and as time goes by, Si Qing has no intention of stopping at all.

Tossing and turning, the originally calm Wangchuan River, as if the tide is rising, suddenly the sea breeze blows, and the raging waves come from all directions, over the cliffs, over the dykes of the world, as the wind rises and the waves grow high, the waves roar, and the sky and the earth are eclipsed by it , the dusky yellow and thick night sky was pulled apart by an invisible hand, Venus and Guyue also shyly hid in the dark clouds, and countless wind howls and water waves poured in...

One sound higher than the other...

The waves are turbulent, and everything is sinking. Every white wave, wrapped in the snow-white foam that appears after the waves hit the reef, seems to declare to everyone the joy and miracle of enjoying beautiful things...

……

Wang Chuan couldn't help putting his snow-white arms over his eyes, wanting to keep his eyes out of sight and his heart out of his mind, but he didn't think Si Qing didn't like him, so he took his arms off and didn't let him close his eyes, just like that. Let him see clearly who the man in front of him is.

Wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, ups and downs, Wang Chuan thought inappropriately, did Si Qing want to burn his entire life to the brim, spending time with himself forever...

……

After that time, he smoked a full hundred canes from Si Qing, the same hundred canes, which completely chilled Si Qing, but it was not enough to let him leave the God Realm. He said, "If the gods If the world does not allow you and me, then I will not be the God of Flowers, and what I have always sought is only you."

Wang Chuan remembered that what he replied to Si Qing was, "It is impossible for me to have love for you, and I have more pity for you."

As soon as the words fell, Si Qing's eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared like a madman, "What I want has never been your pity, but your love."

With just such a sentence, Si Qing completely left the God Realm.

Si Qing thought that since he decided to take a step back at the beginning, he knew that the river god of Wangchuan shouldered the heavy responsibility of purifying the filth, and he should not produce emotions and desires.

So he regressed and chose to guard Wangchuan River God from afar. In order for the two of them to get closer, he even exchanged the emperor's heart blood and shark's tears with the emperor of the world and the seaside shark, and used his own god of vegetation Heart, came to cast the dragon head lantern, just to suppress the desire that Wangchuan produced after love.love.

But the premise of all this is before the two have a relationship.

Now that raw rice has become a cooked meal, no matter what should be done or what should not be done, the two have done it over and over again, and if they have the reality of husband and wife, they are husband and wife, and even if they want to be together, it should be taken for granted should be together.

Since the responsibility of the God Realm prevents the God of Wangchuan River from being with him, he will fall into the devil's way and snatch the God of Wangchuan River over. In this way, Si Qing forced him to do everything. It is on the head of Si Qing alone, so that Wang Chuanhe God is not violating his responsibilities.

This is really an evil and heretical idea, which made Wang Chuan stunned at first, and then furious.

He didn't expect that after falling into the devil's way, Si Qing's xinxing would be damaged so much. If he hadn't fallen into the devil's way, Si Qing would never be able to do this, and he would never have such an idea.

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