Don't throw rubbish into the river of the river god!

The river god has no heart.

But the river god was willing to give the human a little time.

Originally, the Lord River God was basking in the moonlight and was still worrying about whether he really had too high demands on the believers, and whether he should forcefully lower some standards to select candidates, but after seeing the young man in front of him, the Lord River God's eyes brightened slightly , thinking that his troubles might be solved——

The whole body of the person in front of him was surrounded by quite thick foul air, but his soul was not overly infected, and even the core was very pure.

This shows that apart from being very unlucky and pure in heart, this person is also quite resilient, otherwise he would not be able to maintain his original heart when he would not commit suicide.

Looking at his face and figure, Lord River God was even happier.

Xia Youyu's appearance is that of a high-level elite, with a good figure, and with the pair of silver-rimmed glasses he wears, even though he looks miserable now, he still won't be eye-catching.Judging from the appearance alone, it can be regarded as a good-looking potato.

Although he seems to have the shortcomings of not being sweet and not very good at talking, the very experienced Lord River God said that this is not a problem at all——

If you can't speak well, you can beat it a few more times!

Even the irritable bastard who was the most annoying in the past, wasn't he beaten until he couldn't speak a word?Human beings are no exception.

Therefore, at a glance, this young man who attempted to commit suicide in Qinglan River had a good chance of becoming his disciple.

Therefore, Lord River God is willing to give him some patience, give him some hope, let him regain his love for life, and then let him offer his mobile phone.

But Xia Youyu, the preparatory believer, refused at first.

"Who are you, why did you suddenly appear here? I'm going to jump into the river and drown myself, so don't delay me."

Although Xia Youyu was a little amazed by this young man's overly beautiful appearance, but for a dying man, even if a fairy appeared in front of him, it would be useless.

He even got a little angry: "Didn't anyone tell you not to meddle in your own business? I was the one who couldn't think about committing suicide. Don't stop me or persuade me. I will never listen!

This world is so dirty!This world is too dark!It cannot contain my noble and pure heart! ! "

"So, I am going to die by myself. You go quickly."

The God of the River clicked his tongue lightly, and he found that the No. [-] potato he was looking for could not speak, and he probably didn't have a very good brain.

"I didn't stop you from dying."

He Qinglan's voice was calm, even a little gentle.

"I also feel that the world is dirty and dark, and too many evil people and evil thoughts are polluting the beautiful and pure nature."

Xia Youyu found that the young man's expression was very sincere, and just when he felt a little confidant, he continued:

"But you can't die in the river."

"I hate any life throwing rubbish into the river."

Xia Youyu's brain reacted very quickly at this time: "What do you mean? You call me trash?! You call me trash?!"

The God of the River seriously denied: "I didn't say you are garbage. I think all things that shouldn't exist in the river but are thrown into the river are garbage."

Xia Youyu looked at He Qinglan with a serious expression, and finally couldn't help but pushed his glasses.

At this time, he didn't know how to answer. Could it be that he met an extreme environmentalist?

Only then did he realize that the young man had been talking about "my river".

Well, probably this extreme environmentalist took the river as his private property.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Although Xia Youyu feels that he is a dying person and is not afraid of anything, but if he touches this young man's "Thunder Point", this person might become a lunatic who is more terrifying than a dying person.

But dying in this river is the final destination he chose for himself, which has considerable representative and ironic significance.

He didn't want to back down either.

He is a dying person, why can't he let him go his way again? !

Just when Xia Youyu felt that the two of them would be in an embarrassing stalemate until dawn, the Lord River God opposite him spoke.

"If you really want to die." He Qinglan glanced around, pointed at the tall tree by the river, but it was half dead because of the unclean water source: "I can hang you up, and I promise to watch you die What do you think if you make a phone call to collect the body after you're done?"

Xia Youyu looked at the tall tree that was supposed to be luxuriant in summer but half dead due to water pollution, and suddenly felt sad and didn't want to care about it.

"Then die."

"What is the difference between this tree and this river? It should have been prosperous and beautiful, but it has become what it is today because of the filth and selfishness of human beings."

"The good man has no bones, and the wicked man has wealth and longevity."

"Even if I die, I will stay here and watch with this big tree to see what will happen to those people in the end. At worst, they will be killed, and we will fight again!"

Xia Youyu finished the last sentence with a gloomy expression. He tidied up his slightly embarrassed clothes, and pushed his glasses again: "Okay, you can find a rope to hang me up. Hang it higher, and I can lift those The wicked see better."

He Qinglan looked at him suddenly serious and calm, but he didn't have the hysterical sense of mental retardation before.

It's just that the death will in this person's eyes is stronger at this time, and he probably needs to experience the power of Lord River God before continuing to accept people.

So, while Xia Youyu was waiting for He Qinglan to find a rope to hang him, he suddenly found his body soaring into the air and flew directly to a branch of the tall half-dead tree, and then the tree that had been slow in the river The slow-flowing river created a stream of water, which condensed into bands, hung in the air, and finally wrapped around his neck!

He is obviously the weakest existence, and he is obviously fragile that can be cut off by anything, but when this hose strangled his neck, Xia Youyu felt that terrible and completely unstoppable power.

When he was on the verge of suffocation, his body subconsciously saved himself, and he firmly grasped the dirty water belt with both hands, but every time he easily crushed the water flow, the water flow would condense again from between his fingers and plunder again. his life.

Xia Youyu's body stiffened at this moment, and after he realized it, he struggled crazily!

Death is not the reason for Xia Youyu's struggle, compared to his obviously dark and lifeless pupils just now, his eyes are now too bright and even a little crazy.

Even though his face would be swollen and his face would be purple due to lack of oxygen at this time, he was struggling more and more, and his eyes were fixed on He Qinglan.

"Let, I... come down!"

"you help me!"

"whatever……"

"Anyone... will do!"

Anyone can do it, anything can do it, no matter what kind of power is used, as long as there is still a chance, he will try again!

If the power of ordinary people can't prevent and punish those people, then, why not pray to gods and worship Buddha, borrow unknown powers, or even... use evil like those people? !

At this moment, the power of Xia Youyu's faith reached its peak, and at the same time, the filthy atmosphere surrounding him showed signs of directly infecting his heart.

This turned out to be a sign of obsession.

He Qinglan's eyebrows suddenly retracted, and the power of the water source scattered from his body.

The slow-flowing Qinglan River suddenly became turbulent, and countless drops of water, like a beautiful water curtain, hit the Xia Youyu whose face was starting to look ferocious one by one.

At the same time, the water belt that tightly strangled Xia Youyu's neck also broke apart, drenching his entire body.

He Qinglan soared into the sky and stood quietly in front of Xia Youyu:

"I borrow your strength."

"You believe in me."

Xia Youyu looked at the young man who seemed to be glowing all over in front of him, coughed a few times and then laughed, he pushed his glasses: "Okay."

As long as you give me strength, you are my god.

*

Chaos is but an instant.

Ten minutes later, Xia Youyu, who had tidied herself up again, stood respectfully in front of the luxurious desk left by Shui Wuyuan, and He Qinglan was sitting opposite him.

Xia Youyu, who had regained hope or saw an opportunity, seemed to be a completely different person. He stood there like the most perfect elite, ready to fight hard.

"Maybe I want to tell you my story first."

Xia Youyu smiled.

"Actually, this is not a special story, it's just a little unlucky."

"I was born rich and then my family fell into ruin. Fortunately, before my father lost all his property, I got a good education and learned good knowledge."

"My mother is a very gentle person, beautiful, gentle and powerful, just like Qinglan River once."

"Even though my father is a scumbag, my mother taught me to be a gentle and kind person..."

Having said that, Xia Youyu paused for a moment, and there was a sneer in his eyes covered by the glasses. "She said that life is precious and the world is beautiful. It should not be let down, but should be protected."

"But she died of kindness."

"Thirty kilometers forward from the front of this river is Linhe Village, Bishui County."

"The land in that village belonged to my mother three years ago. Originally, my mother planned to build a resort village by the river there. But the people in that village felt that the resort was not profitable. Representatives of five people from the whole village came to my mother and begged. A paper mill was built."

"One year later, the paper mill has made a lot of money. It has enriched the villagers. But the pollution is serious. The water in the Qinglan River has become turbid since then."

"The next year my mother decided to demolish the paper mill and take back the land, but the people in the village disagreed."

"Shamelessly unwilling to buy back land use rights or dismantle paper mills."

"Then, they came to the door crying again... One of the old women had an argument with my mother and accidentally...killed me by mistake."

Xia Youyu smiled again: "The old woman was sentenced to probation because of manslaughter and she was too old. But because of this, the paper mill in the village was left in a fair manner."

"Even if I am the heir of my mother, I still have the right to take back the land use rights. They just deny it like Lao Lai."

"I reported to the higher authorities that the collective resistance of their villages could not be enforced."

"I took the demolition team there, and a few pieces of meat were bitten off by the vicious dogs raised in their village."

"If it's just like this, if I give up, it's because I'm not firm enough."

"But about a year ago, I started to be stalked by strange birds every day..."

"At first, I was just stared at by the strange bird and felt uneasy. Later, I was chased and roared by the strange bird."

"Up to now, that strange bird has been pecking at my flesh every day."

Xia Youyu said so, and opened his shirt: "That strange bird doesn't peck anywhere, it only pecks my heart."

"Actually, if I don't die by myself today, I probably won't live for a few days."

"It's just... just feeling unwilling."

*

So, when the slightly restless Lord Rain God parachuted from his luxurious bed tens of meters to the riverside, what he saw was the desolate River God sitting on his luxurious seat, holding his hand as if choosing a concubine Eyes, looking at the picture of the shameless and despicable weak chicken human being who opened his clothes.

humming.

There was another thunder in the sky of Bicheng.

Straight to the bitch's head.

The author has something to say:

He Qinglan: Not against anyone, all those who jump into the river are rubbish!

Shui Wuyuan: I just walked for a few hours! ! !