[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

"Oh," Emperor Heianjing, who was sitting in the Zichen Palace and ruled the world, raised his head, showing a dazzled look, and sighed softly: "Is it another son of God, has he come to save Jing?"

As a clan of stars, Fujihime, the last descendant of this clan who was summoned to the front of the palace, couldn't help but hastily interrupted the emperor's words.

The little girl gave a disrespectful soft correction:

"That's not the case," Fujihime's voice trembled slightly, she didn't look at the emperor in the world, but looked up, and couldn't be more respectful to bow to the gods.

"—This one is not the Son of the White Dragon, but a real god."

These words were splashed into the water like boiling oil, and the emperors and ministers who enjoyed this world all showed expressions of astonishment and ecstasy, and bent down devoutly.

It was such a god who answered their prayers!

The faint sunlight fell on the girl's body, kissing the edges of the wings of light that were condensed like moonlight.As if being favored by the sun god, all the miasma that had covered the sky for a long time also dissipated, allowing the rare light to surround the god.

No one dared to disrespect the god's face directly, but in the hasty glimpse, they also clearly saw that what appeared on that delicate and meaningful face was the indifferent and noble expression that belonged to the god alone. look.

Ah, what kind of unbearable faces of ordinary people like them are reflected in those pupils?

Everyone is almost ashamed of being filthy as a human being.

They buried their heads deeply, clenched their sleeves with their fingers, held their breath, and waited for the god's first words.

Aphra, who was still in a state of being dizzy from being thrown by the space-time shuttle, was trying her best to hide her embarrassment with a deadpan face: "..."

There are so many things I want to complain about, but I can't say a word.

As a patient with a hidden social disorder, Aphra, whose shame was on the line, wanted to fly away quietly immediately when no one looked up.

Ahhh, this idea is too tempting. Aphra exhausted all her self-control, so she didn't run away screaming and covering her face.

"..." The little girl opened her mouth dumbly, her voice was full of fatigue because she tried her best not to escape, but on the contrary, it further gave everyone a deeper understanding of the image of the god... Misunderstanding.

"I'm...Aphra Laidi," Aphra said dryly and softly, not knowing what to do. Anyway, let's introduce myself first.

The sound fell to the ground like a light and transparent feather, carved out of the purest ice in the world, but when it is heard by mortals, it is like drinking sweet holy water from the lungs, thus cleansing the soul.

'The spring water is bright and clean, the teeth are rinsed and the pipa falls, the jade paste is clear, and the dew is made of white jade. '

This is a waka that was sung by the nobles of Heiankyo after that.They wish to enshrine all the beautiful rhetoric and algae in this world at the feet of the gods, and they dare not defile her purity with their own reveries. They can only enjoy every moment of watching the moon, singing songs, and playing music. He sings praises of all the good things, secretly setting them off the beauty of the gods. ——This kind of behavior became a trend in Heian-kyo for a while, pushing the already implicit Waka to another trend.

...Fortunately, these secret thoughts turned out to be too cryptic in the end, and Aphra couldn't understand them at all, which prevented the nobles of Heianjing from seeing the gods flying away without looking back, and then deeply spurned themselves. miserable situation.

But at this moment, Aphra, who had already suffered from embarrassment, simply said her name, and then floated in the air, completely unaware of what she should do.

Being drawn into this time and space was not only because of hearing the gentle and sad prayer, even though the "White Dragon God Son" was not calling her, the soft-hearted Aphra agreed to the other party, and the other point, of course, was because of this Heianjingli, Companions with swords.

Afra, who has never forgotten her original intention, since she chose this path, even if she gets hurt because of it, she will definitely go on stubbornly.

But, but, this does not include being worshiped as a decent god by others—! ! !

She never had the consciousness of a god at all, and Aphra only vaguely felt that there was a ray of warm and fiery spiritual power, which began to flow into her original 'spiritual power' continuously from the time people knelt down.However, because of the golden fingers of the Sims "Mage Hand" and "Fairy Queen", Aphra's spiritual power is locked at the maximum value and will not decrease no matter what, so she does not have the slightest sense of "gaining faith" .

Simply, someone finally broke the stagnant atmosphere.

Looking up and smiling respectfully, it was a young man wearing a black hat and a safari.He tied his long black hair behind his head, leaving only his sideburns, which slipped down as he lifted himself up.This onmyoji who obviously has handsome facial features, for some reason, covered his eyebrows with indigo lines like talisman seals, which made him even when he smiled, with a coldness that didn't match his appearance .

"Ji-jun," Onmyoji tapped his palm with the fan handle, reminding Fujiji, "We can't let our hope of saving Jing, let this noble god not receive the hospitality he deserves."

When he spoke slowly, with a special charm, it seemed that he hid the veiled sarcasm behind his words.

Aphra frowned slightly uncomfortably.She seemed to feel that someone was watching her closely, with scrutiny and greed hidden in her gaze, but this gaze was so cautious that Aphra had no clue.

……No.Before being forced to equip Sims, she didn't know she could read emotions in other people's eyes!

It is definitely the pot of the golden finger of "keen observation"!

The little girl pursed her lips, resisting the urge to cover her face, and landed on the ground carefully and little by little.

The girl who is still vigilant is like a chick who is forced to calm down. Even if her toes are already on the ground, she is ready to take off at any time. Quietly, thinking that no one noticed, she exploded hair.

The black-haired Onmyoji pursed his lips and sneered, and pressed the fan handle against his own lips, then took a step back, obliterating his sense of existence.

At the same time, Fujihime suddenly came back to his senses, and secretly blamed himself for being fascinated by the deity's demeanor, so he made such a mistake.

The descendant of the Star Clan took two steps on his knees, endured the panic that he had made a mistake, and tried to calmly explain:

"We, we, this is...Kyo," the ten-year-old Fujihime took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "I am the last member of the Star Clan who has served Bailong Shenzi throughout the ages. Those who were in Beijing saved this place not long ago, and finally returned to their own time and space..." Even though he was holding back, Fujihime's expression couldn't help but dim, "...but, after the son of God left, Jing, Jing and..."

Aphra also noticed this.

Although the sunlight that broke through the clouds has been covering his body, those thick clouds that seem to suppress the unknown are still piling up elsewhere.

And this unpleasant smell is nothing else, but the miasma of monsters that I personally experienced not long ago.

As the villain Boss, Naraku, the miasma he gathered could cover Oda Nobunaga's Azuchi Castle, so what kind of villain would he be able to cover the entire Heian Kyoto...?

Afra faintly felt the familiar routine, and couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth.

She paused, looking at Fujihime who had fallen into self-blame and was still briefly explaining to herself what is "White Dragon God Child" and what is "Eight Leaves", feeling admiration and intolerance at the same time.

This "unbearable" is almost self-righteous, but it seems to be warmer when it comes from a girl who is also only 16 years old but resolutely stepped into a different time and space.

"I know," Afra took a step forward cautiously, hesitated for a moment, and did not rashly reach out to pat Fujiji's head.She just squatted down and kept the same height as Fujihime, and smiled a little shyly.

"What can I... do?"

The god said without hesitation.

In those metallic silver pupils, there was no condescension or indifference that Fujiki imagined in her panic.She was surprised to see a smile blooming at the corner of the god's mouth, making this noble person who did not belong to the world look like an ordinary girl for a moment.

Fujiki blinked, couldn't help it, and gave her a cramped and shy smile back.

The god seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then, she raised her eyes and glanced at the emperor and the ministers quickly, and then immediately fixed her gaze on Fujihime.

"We... I, I think," said the deity softly, "I need a little other space. I have, uh, many friends—fusangshen, should I say so? I want to wake them up as soon as possible. Yes, uh," Aphra endured and endured, and finally couldn't help complaining, "Let's not... bother them and go to court."

Never thought that this sentence would come out of her own mouth one day, Afra was so embarrassed that she almost ran away.

Besides, what's the matter with the emperor who looks pious and focused on the surface, but has been secretly listening to the wall? !

I didn't know that the emperor was the one who said "If you are not the emperor, you are willing to become Yaba", Aphra was almost amazed at this kind of behavior of the whole court, which is upright and not doing business properly up.

No, no, no, when you get a little familiar with this Heian-kyo, you will be regarded more and more as "the indifference worthy of being a god" by stupid human beings because of your expressionless expressionless face!

Having just fallen from a warring country full of English and monsters into the Heian Dynasty, Aphra still has no idea what is waiting for her.

And as the emperor who is good at listening... no, he is good at observing words and expressions, he has already cleared his throat one step ahead of Fujihime.

"It's because I didn't think carefully," the Emperor said lightly, "I shouldn't let the things of mortals disturb the mind of the gods. Then, from today onwards, all Yinyangliao, Xingzhizu, and Yaye in Heianjing will obey—" The Emperor got stuck, not knowing what to call the god's name, but at the end, he was still vague, "——My God's order."

Before Aphra could react, there were voices that should have come from different directions in the hall.

And a figure pushed aside the crowd and approached.

The young man who broke the deadlock for Afra just a moment ago, the black-haired and purple-eyed onmyoji, unfolded his folding fan and smiled.

Just when Aphra's back felt cold for some reason, he said softly:

"Onmyoji Qingming, at your service."

Aphra: "........."

Who are you? ? ? ? !