Transform another world

The self in the house is stupefied.

He Anqi, who was already good-looking, has become more delicate, with piercing double eyelids and big eyes, her jet-black pupils exude a galaxy-like brilliance, her straight and slender hair is as smooth and shiny as silk, and she is white and rosy. The skin is as delicate as a baby's.

He Anqi couldn't believe it, the woman in the mirror was herself, it was over, what would she do if she fell in love with herself?

What He Anqi was wearing was a white robe, a long one-piece skirt with gold-rimmed ribbons, and intricate and gorgeous patterns. From this point of view, it really had the meaning of a saint.

The maids are very respectful. He Anqi really lives a life where she puts on her clothes, stretches out her hands to eat, and opens her mouth. The food is so delicious that she wants to swallow her tongue. She can also walk around in the temple, but she will always be accompanied by a large group of maids. There are large groups of knights.

He Anqi didn't care about them, anyway, she didn't even care about life or death, so was she afraid of a group of people following her?

There is freedom, and there is also respect, but none of the important figures who should have come.He Anqi understood that they were discussing how to deal with her saint.

If there is nothing wrong with the summoning process, and she does have the so-called divine light, then she is a saint before receiving instructions from the gods.

He Anqi didn't care at all, if it was true, she would live freely, if not, she would die peacefully, anyway, she didn't have too many thoughts.

After appreciating the brilliance of the temple, He Anqi was still unable to step out of the gate of the temple. It seemed that freedom was still slightly restricted.

He Anqi didn't force her to leave either, and returned to her room leisurely, where she should eat and sleep. She had finally experienced what it means to be strong without desire.

The author has something to say:

After going wild outside, I found that no matter how I write, the lily soul in my heart can’t disappear. I can only sincerely say sorry to the random articles outside. Without the story of lily, I really can’t write. come out.Anyway, the readers here should be used to my sudden madness, please believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous, I can at least guarantee the end of Lily.

2. Sensitive gods

Having experienced a day of rich and colorful life, He Anqi lay on a big soft bed that can accommodate five or six people to sleep together, and soon fell asleep.If it comes, it's safe, anyway, she doesn't have any ideas anymore, let's just muddle along.

But He Anqi, who clearly fell asleep, found that she had come to a big bright house.Although it was a big house, she didn't even see a door except for the surrounding white walls. Just when she was wondering if she had fallen into some strange dream, a handsome guy with long silver hair appeared in front of her. In front of her, if you look closely, it still looks familiar.

"Ah, aren't you the God of Light?" He Anqi finally recognized it, mainly during the daytime, when she saw the stone statue of the God of Light, she secretly sighed that the God of Light was such a handsome guy, but she didn't expect that after falling asleep, he would actually I really saw the God of Light himself. Is this the so-called day and night dreams?

"Hello, He Anqi, I am the God of Light." The God of Light did not have the sense of sacred dignity that He Anqi imagined. Instead, he smiled brightly, like a second fool, which seriously affected him like a flower like a jade Appearance.

"Well, hello, are you really the God of Light?" He Anqi couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I am the God of Light." She still had a bright smile on her face, which made He Anqi unable to open her eyes. Even though the smile was silly, she couldn't bear the fact that she was so handsome.

"Well, why did you save me?" He Anqi regained her sanity from the beauty of the God of Light, and then sat down on the ground with a face full of disappointment.

"To be honest, I'm really tired of living. You see, I've worked so hard to live and pursue the so-called love, but the result is so miserable. In fact, I haven't really reached the point where I have nowhere to go. It's not that there is only a dead end, and it's not that I can't bear it and feel despair. It's just that I'm tired of that world and that kind of life. In a word, I'm tired of life. Why do you need to save me?"

Tick, tick, He Anqi looked at the God of Light who was crying miserably, and forgot to feel sorry for herself in surprise, "You, you, you, what's wrong with you?"

"It's too miserable. Your first half of your life was really miserable. You are so outstanding, both externally and internally. I feel worthless for you." The God of Light said sobbing while wiping his tears. .

"That, that, it's actually not that miserable, it's just that I'm discouraged." He Anqi said shyly, why did she suddenly become the one to comfort others?Did it fall?

"He Anqi, you don't need to say any more. I know all about your experience. I feel unworthy and unfair for you. That's why I brought you into my world. You will become my saint here. You can live freely in this world, and no one can hurt you. You will experience eternal love, this is my promise to you." The God of Light said with a rare serious face, just talking to himself , completely disregarding He Anqi's wishes.

"But, I've already told them that I like women. Isn't that against your doctrine?" He Anqi clearly remembered that the archbishop yelled "heretic" and the distaste flashed across the pope's face. Even if she became a saint, He Anqi didn't think she would have a good life, and she might be raised as a vase for the rest of her life. She didn't like the life of a bird in a cage.

"You don't have to worry about this. I sent you there in a hurry and didn't have time to explain it to you. I just took this opportunity to have a good talk with you. First of all, I never said that same-sex love belongs to pagans! I have never conveyed the so-called teachings, all of which were written by that group of people for their own benefit."

"What are you kidding me about? Are those not your followers?"

"Yes, but I can't control them at all! Think about it, I am a god of light, and I have more than just human beings to control. Do you know how complicated a person is? What a huge number all human beings are. Do you understand? I am also very angry when I see those people using my name to do something that I did not convey, but I can't just kill them all with a thunderbolt just because of that, right? What's more, I am conveying The god of love is actually not very good at killing and looting. I always want to give them a chance to reform, so I can't bear to hurt them. As a result, after they go too far, or I die for various reasons , or if things were exposed and punished, then I’m too embarrassed to settle the account, right? The following believers have been taught wrong teachings for many years since childhood, so they can’t be blamed for their mistakes, right? It’s like this, it’s too late when I want to correct it, I can’t kill all those who think incorrectly with lightning, right?”

"Then can't you show your spirit or something and explain the matter clearly?" He Anqi felt a headache when she heard it. In this kind of theocratic world, it is not easy to solve this problem.

"I think so too!" Speaking of this, the God of Light felt aggrieved, "I often appear in front of people, but I am a god after all, not everyone can see my face, and not everyone can hear my face. What I said. Most of the time, what they see is a figure glowing with golden light, speaking a few scattered sentences, and then a lot of things are misinterpreted by them. I have tried very hard to correct it. As a result, the more I practiced, the worse it got, you don’t know how many times I cried!” As he said that, the God of Light’s tears fell again.

He Anqi tore off a corner of her clothes embarrassingly, and handed it to the God of Light, "Wipe it, you are also a god after all, can you stop crying all the time?"

The God of Light took the piece of cloth, wiped his tears and twisted his nose, "I'm full of emotions!"

He Anqi broke into a cold sweat, "All right, please continue to be emotional. Let me ask you, since you have the position of a saint, why don't you choose a woman from this world to be a saint, but pull me out of my world?" How about being a saint?"

The God of Light stopped his tears, rolled his eyes and said, "I think so too, do you think it's easy to bring someone over? First of all, this person can't be too stupid, second, he can't be too ugly, and finally, he can't be too bad. Choosing someone is also a matter of effort." Okay? It's not that I don't want to choose a saint from my own world, but the problem is that not everyone can bear my power. Divine power is the hallmark of a saint. And people in this world are too rigid in their thinking. Most people have been brainwashed by wrong teachings, and it is difficult to change this. I have no way to explain my thoughts, and I can’t kill people because of the wrong understanding of the believers. You see, my hair is getting gray. "

"I thought your hair was white."

"Yeah, it's just that it can be more vivid. Don't worry about the details."

"Then, when I had no idea, I found you," the God of Light ignored the speechless He Anqi, and continued on his own, "You are a rare carrier of light, and you come from a different world , the mind is not rigid, and you are full of love and longing for love, so I brought you into this world where you can play freely. Come on