i lied to the whole world

"Old man, do you have any interesting stories, tell me."

In the shrine of Tenjin, Yato, with shredded squid in his mouth, harassed Sugawara Michizane who was drinking tea while writing and drawing on paper.

Michizane Sugawara put down his teacup and sighed: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Hey, I'm doing an amazing feat right now! Look!" Yato proudly showed him his draft.

Michizane Sugawara took a closer look: "Oh, it's a manga."

"What's your reaction!" Yetou was about to explain what manga is to the hundreds-year-old man, but he said it right away, and his tone was so flat, with an expression of disbelief, "This is a super amazing thing! If I can successfully make humans remember me through manga, wouldn't it be a big change for the gods!"

"But, I'm already a great god, and this has nothing to do with me." Michizane Sugawara said innocently.

Yato was shot in the chest with an arrow: "Isn't the big god great? Sooner or later I will become a great god through comics. Look, there are already many fans writing to support me! They say they like my creation very much. Ye Fighting God! That means he likes me!"

...so you came here to show off.

The artifacts sweeping the floor beside them had black lines all over their heads.

"That's right, they just like more than a dozen characters in Neptune, Quanhun Hunter, and Seven Dragons at the same time." Sugawara Michizane said quietly.

Yato: "...you are so trendy, old man."

"Thank you for the compliment, I still keep up with the trend in the field of culture."

Invisibly beaten by Versailles, Yato wilted, humming and pouring tea, he knew that this was a good tea from Michizane Sugawara's collection, it was rare to see him take it out, it would be a pity not to kill it.

Sugawara Michizane watched Yato spoil the tea in pain, and sighed again and again, so he had to pick up Yato's draft and pretend to look at it.

"Is this drawing your own story?"

"Yeah, it's more referential to draw your own story, and I don't eat alone, Xiaofu and you and I can draw it, it's interesting enough."

Tianshen couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't lack that kind of popularity, the feeling of being remembered was not bad.

Yato’s drawing skills are good, and the characters he designed are very good-looking, and he is not stingy in the places where he can show his handsomeness. If he is not suppressed by Hiyori, he wants to give himself a large poster for almost every chapter. Beauty is indeed a plus.And he does not lack wonderful stories. The 1000 Dadou have also experienced many memorable things. The experience is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people. He can often use a few pages of comics to show a heart-pounding story.

Michizane Sugawara quickly finished flipping through the manga, feeling a little bit reluctant: "That's all."

"Yeah, that's all for now... To be honest, I'm a bit stuck in the plot."

"Why, don't you draw very well?"

"The editor said that the story is too routine, and I hope the main storyline can be more intense, otherwise the great world view will be wasted." Yato said with a bitter face, "But I have lived this kind of life for 1000 years, what does it mean to be more intense? I'm going to call 'God'!"

The god quickly covered his mouth: "Shh, you dare to say such nonsense."

Yato said awkwardly, "I'm just joking."

Michizane Sugawara knocked on his folding fan, and thought his manga was quite interesting, so he didn't mind giving him some advice:

"How's your manga doing recently?"

Yetou didn't feel sleepy when he mentioned this, and said excitedly: "Now it's ranked in the top five, the editor is very optimistic... But I haven't thought about the story behind it yet."

After counting the days, Tianshen suddenly realized: "You came here to hide from the reminder."

Ye Dou blushed: "What do you mean by hiding the reminder? Am I this kind of god? This is a reasonable source!"

"Okay, get the material." Sugawara Michizane perfunctory, "But even if you say so, I don't have any interesting stories here... Are you interested in haiku?"

"It's not about compiling textbooks. Young people won't be interested in such things."

But Sugawara was furious: "This is a famous sentence from the god of learning, you ignorant guy!"

"Okay, when the time comes, arrange it when you play, and say something every time you play." Yato casually said, "Is there really nothing interesting, preferably a thousand years ago, and a story about foxes would be the best ..."

Before Yato finished speaking, Michizane Sugawara's expression suddenly became serious: "Who told you?"

"what?"

Looking at Yato's doubts, it doesn't look like a fake.Tianshen put away his serious expression and closed his eyes: "Ah, it's okay, it seems that I misunderstood."

Yato looked at him for a while, and felt that he seemed to know something, but obviously he would not tell him. Sure enough, no matter how much Yato asked, Sugawara Michizane firmly shut his mouth, and took out the long-unused Tai Chi techniques, Yato has nothing to do with it.

After leaving Tenjin Shrine with nothing, Yato returned home with a heavy heart.

"Yato's father, are you leaving again?"

Yato hadn't gone in yet, but his keen sense of hearing had already absorbed the sound of conversation coming from the room.

And the word he heard by chance usurped all his attention.

Time went back to Yiqirihe and just came to Dahei's house, but unexpectedly, he didn't see Yato who was at his desk rushing to draft.

Ever since the manga was approved by the editing agency, Yato seems to have been full of confidence overnight, and he has begun to regard himself as a manga artist, and he is very diligent in rushing to the draft. With the help of assistants, he can barely catch up with the dead line, but Yato's efficiency is amazing. Apart from Hiyori's help to correct the plot and prevent the manga from developing in the direction of boasting, he doesn't even need extra assistants. He can drive out two or three comics a week by himself. The efficiency of words far exceeds that of ordinary cartoonists.

At least it was the first time for Hiyori and the others to see Yato who worked so hard. Of course, he would complete the usual commissions, but other than that, he was rushing to draft and rushing to draft. He worked so hard that Dahei once wondered if Yato was What a curse.

I stopped going out to buy things randomly, as if I saw the real way to become a great god, when Daikoku muttered to himself, "How can I become a great god just by manga", Yato would still quarrel with him.

"Miss Hiyori? Good afternoon."

At Dahei's house, although Hiyori didn't see Yato when he came, Yukino, Xiaofu, Fei, and even Litao were all here.

Xueyin was still working hard on her homework, while Feizai and Litao were talking softly, and after Rihe came, she also greeted her, and then glanced at the time.

"Father, it's time to go to work, I'm leaving first."

"Thank you, be careful on the road."

"Goodbye~Feijiang~"

Feiyi resigned reluctantly. Although her father was very happy to find her, but recently she couldn't get away from working with Master Ebisu. Originally, Fei wanted to simply resign. Anyway, the biggest purpose of going to work with Ebisu has come. It was stopped by Li Tao.

After Fei left, only Xueyin, Hiyori, and Litao were left present. After Hiyori finished teaching the children with their homework, they looked curiously at Litao who was reading a book.

"What's the matter, Miss Hiyori?"

"Ah, just call me Hiyori, I have been taken care of by Yato a lot, so you don't have to be so polite."

Li Tao smiled: "It's because Yato has taken care of you a lot."

Yiqirihe smiled awkwardly: "But Yetou has indeed saved me many times."

It went on endlessly, Litao stopped talking about this topic, and obediently agreed.

After a brief chat, the scene became quiet again. Hiyori noticed that there were many unfinished drawings on the table, and couldn't help but pick them up curiously to observe, but found that these didn't seem to be drawings of a manga, but a design drawing of a building. Yato Shrine was written carelessly on it, for fear that others would not know that it was designed by him.

"This is?"

"Yatou made it last night, but it's obviously too early." Litao chuckled, "It's only been serialized for less than one-tenth of the time, and the fan base has not been fixed, and the world will not accept the creation of a manga character. shrine."

"That must be because Yato trusts you very much." Hiyori stroked the pen and ink on it, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "Even if it doesn't work for the time being, Yato believes that he will definitely have the opportunity to build his own shrine."

Li Tao gradually restrained his smile, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Fu's face was placed on the table, and upon hearing this, he raised his head Ruoyou Ruowu to look at the window, and suddenly asked, "Yetou's father, are you leaving again?"

Hearing this, everyone raised their heads and focused their eyes on Litao.

Litao's face remained unchanged: "Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of it suddenly," Xiaofu lowered his gaze, "Yato, it seems that he was born from your wish, which can explain why so many gods have been forgotten and perished by people in modern times, but Xiaoyato, as a disaster God can always exist. Because you have never died, and you have not forgotten Yato, so he will always exist."

"However, you suddenly appeared recently, and you suddenly borrowed the form of comics to let everyone remember Yato...Maybe I am too sensitive, but there is something unnatural."

Xiaofu raised his gaze, straightened his back, and looked into Litao's eyes: "Xiaofei and Xiaoyato have been looking for you for 1000 years, and they finally found you after searching for so long. If they suddenly lost a relative without knowing anything, I would Think it's too cruel for them, so can you please answer me?"

Seeing the little girl's unbearable but firm eyes, Litao was a little surprised, he didn't expect that she would be the first to notice...or bring it up.

The God of Poverty in the original book seems to be often out of tune, messing around with Yetou, and he is always funny, but occasionally makes decisions that no one can think of at critical moments.

And a sharpness that doesn't match appearances.

Litao didn't know that Yato was standing outside the door, but he could roughly guess her purpose, but he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Returning to his original hometown will definitely cut off the connection with this place completely, so before he leaves, he needs to find another anchor point for Yato, which is his purpose. Of course, this also means abandoning all the fetters here.

Not answering is originally a statement.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and Litao looked out the window, only to see the dark purple hair hastily skipped by.