Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

"To love the silent beings under the stars and the fear is to love my Lord deeply."

Su Chimian felt that he was really tired recently, otherwise how could he have such a ridiculous dream.

impossible.

He warned himself that the dream had no evidence or basis, but the real Su Jiao did send such a text message, threatening Su Bingxue.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows and let out a soft breath.

The man's eyelashes are very long, his skin is as white as snow, his amber eyes are emotionless, even if he is tired, there is a sense of distance that is high above and inaccessible.

It's as cold as snow piled on the top of a mountain, and like a cold wind cut by a god from the clouds.

"Master."

Zheng Feng knocked on the door, her eyes were swollen, she seemed to have been crying all night, "I heard that Su Jiao was taken away by people from the Yan family? Where did the young master find out..."

"Uh..." A trace of disgust flashed in Su Chimian's eyes, and he said lightly, "I don't care about my son being taken away by the Yan family."

"You are very concerned about the young master."

Embarrassment flashed in Zheng Feng's eyes, and she coughed a few words: "After all, the young master is the master's heart, I didn't like it, the master blamed it, I..."

"I can't help it," she said.

Su Chimian said lightly: "I don't know, I thought Xiaoxue was your own son."

Zheng Feng's face turned pale.

He ignored Zheng Feng, got up, packed up, and went to the company.

But not long after he arrived at the company, he finished flipping through the materials that Yan Wujiu sent on the table, and his fingers gradually turned white.

Su Chimian imagined many possibilities, Yan Lian wanted to kidnap Su Bingxue because of her hatred, or someone else kidnapped Su Bingxue and planted it for Su Jiao...

But there was never a possibility that the kidnapping incident was actually directed and acted by Su Bingxue.

Probably because the Su Bingxue in my impression was too young.

Su Chimian even saw him put in an incubator when he was born. It was a small one, with a small birthmark on the back of his waist, fingers scratching, ugly like a little monkey.

Until he was leaving to study abroad.

Su Bingxue was also very small.

Even when he came back, he saw that Su Bingxue had grown taller, but in Su Chimian's heart, Su Bingxue was still a child, the only younger brother who was connected by his blood.

Even the only relative.

He never thought about it.

why?

Okay, why did Su Bingxue do this?

Su Chimian pressed the note, recalling all the details after meeting Su Bingxue after returning home.

He seemed flustered when he learned that he had type B blood.

Su Chimian closed his eyes slightly - in fact, although he made himself control the desire to recall that dream, once the seeds of doubt were planted, they began to grow unscrupulously.

He didn't have a deep impression of Su Jiao when he was a child.

When he left that year, Su Jiao wore a mask all day long, silently staying in the corner, like a gray mushroom.

When Su Jiao was brought back, Su Chimian was surprised to see that face.

The young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes have the magic power to keep people's attention on them for a long time.

He didn't care much about when Su Jiao had plastic surgery, he just felt that Su Jiao made herself look like this on purpose with ulterior motives.

But he suddenly remembered that Su Jiao's eyes were also amber.

……

The eyebrows and eyes can be made that way on purpose, but the color of the eyes will not change.

In fact, it's very simple to confirm this matter. You just need to take Su Jiao or Su Bingxue's hair and do a dna test with him.

Su Bingxue is missing now, but Su Jiao is at Yan Wujiu's place.

Su Chimian went to contact Yan Wujiu, and his assistant Xiao Chen answered the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan explained that Mr. Su is not in good health and is recuperating. No one can see him now."

Su Chimian frowned, and he said patiently, "Tell Mr. Yan that I have some important personal matters that I need to discuss with Su Jiao."

"Okay, I'll let Mr. Yan contact you."

……

But after a few days, Yan Wujiu did not contact him.

Su Chimian only heard that Su Jiao was discharged from the hospital and was taken away by Yan Wujiu.

And the whole city of A was rumored that Mr. Yan was deeply trapped in the land of beauties and couldn't extricate himself. He was even obsessed with sex, and spent a lot of money to invite the famous painter Gu Xichu to paint for that delicate beauty.

Hearing this, Su Chimian frowned.

But now Su Jiao has been evicted by the Su family, and Su Chimian has no position to take care of him anymore.

Su Chimian thought about it for a while, and finally decided to get Su Bingxue back as soon as possible.

However, Su Bingxue disappeared as if she had evaporated from the world. As for the boxer hired by him, she didn't know where Su Bingxue was.

But Su Chimian did not expect that later on, he would actually receive a paternity test from an anonymous mail.

The certificate was stamped with the hospital's seal, which showed that he and Su Bingxue had no blood relationship.

Holding the certificate of appraisal, Su Chimian's blood was cold all of a sudden.

For some reason, Su Chimian had a strong intuition that it was Su Bingxue who sent him this certificate.

Su Chimian calmed down, and immediately asked someone to verify the authenticity of the certificate, and then asked someone to test the fingerprints on the certificate.

It turned out that Su Chimian did not expect that the appraisal certificate was genuine, it came from the hospital where Su Bingxue was hospitalized in the car accident, and there were Su Bingxue's fingerprints on the courier bag.

This turned out to be a testimonial sent by Su Bingxue himself.

After Su Jiao's identity was exposed by Yan Wujiu, it could be said that he panicked, but he quickly calmed down.

Calm down, calm down, things are not at their worst yet.

The most important thing now is Yan Wugui's attitude...

But Yan Wujiu is not his devotee, what will he do if he knows all this?

Su Jiao didn't dare to use herself to gamble on the bottom line of innocence.

After Yan Wujiu went crazy, he probably calmed down and just hugged him tightly.

Under such a strong hug, Su Jiao actually had the illusion of drowning, so that she couldn't help trembling slightly.

Su Jiao: "I... I think you misunderstood, um, I'm not that god..."

As if holding her most cherished thing, Su Jiao heard Yan Wujiu whispering in his ear: "I'm sorry... did I scare you?"

He seemed to be trying extremely hard to restrain his surging emotions, his voice was hoarse, "I won't do anything to you, don't be afraid of me."

"Uh……"

"Those things in the past were not good for me."

Yan Wujiu said: "Whatever you want in the future, I will make up for you. You can stay, okay?"

Su Jiao: "What if I say...no?"

Yan Wujiu just hugged him tightly, but didn't make a sound.

Su Jiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, he probably knew that it was impossible for Yan Wugui to let him go.

But, but, he doesn't necessarily have to go either.

As long as Yan Wujiu becomes a devotee, everything will be solved, as long as he asks——Would you like to be my devotee?

As long as Yan Wujiu answered yes, it would be a situation where both parties would be satisfied.

— as long as he opens his mouth.

But Su Jiao found herself speechless.

He pursed his lips tightly.

—Speak, speak.

"You asked me before if I would like to be your worshiper."

Yan Wujiu stared at Su Jiao closely, not letting go of the expression on his face: "Now, do you still count?"

—Of course, of course it counts.

—Become my devotee.

Su Jiao obviously thought so, he finally forced himself to open his mouth——

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard his own words, which could be called a cold voice.

"It doesn't count."

The pouring sunlight fell on the boy's amber pupils, shattering into a light as cold as ice and snow: "You don't have that qualification, there is no blame for the banquet."

Su Jiao can be humble, can compromise, can give way, can be imprisoned in the powerless.

But the gods can't.

Standing above millions of natural disasters, the god has a straight and unyielding arrogance, and does not allow Su Jiao to hide any grievances in his heart.

There is no compromise here, no concession, no powerlessness, it's just that Su Jiao doesn't want, doesn't want to, deep down in her heart.

That is, the banquet is not worthy of blame.

This is the arrogance and arrogance rooted in divinity as a god.

Su Jiao couldn't describe Yan Wujiu's expression at that moment.

As if something important had been lost, those dark brown eyes seemed a little empty and lonely.

"Uh..." Yan Wujiu wiped his face and let go of Su Jiao: "Okay."

After Su Jiao said it, she was a little scared, afraid that Yan Wujiu would do something to him, so she stared at him vigilantly.

But there was also an inexplicable sense of relief.

Yes, he didn't want... he didn't want to be close to Yan Wugui, and he didn't want to accept anyone who hurt him so easily.

"I have another question." Yan Wujiu said, "I don't have the qualifications for the worshiper you mentioned, so what about Ah Lian?"

In fact, Yan Wujiu knew that he shouldn't ask this question.

It made him look like an embarrassing loser.

But he couldn't control himself from not caring, those thoughts were growing wildly like weeds.

——Or, since he knew that Su Jiao was that god, he has gone crazy.

He clasped Su Jiao's shoulder extremely hard, as if he wanted to crush Su Jiao's shoulder blades.

Su Jiao frowned, feeling that she should say no, but it was obvious that he was not good at lying, and the expression on his face gave everything away before he even opened his mouth.

At that moment, Su Jiao seemed to see the cruelty in his eyes.

This ruthlessness was only fleeting, and even the hand that pinched his shoulder was released, but it made Su Jiao shudder.

"I'm not qualified, but Ah Lian is?"

Yan Wujiu sneered, unable to control the malice that grew wildly in his heart as if rooted in the soil of sadness, "Obviously a god, how can he treat people so unfairly."

"Because my heart is the same as yours." Su Jiao deliberately disgusted him: "They all grew up with Yan Lian."

Yan Wujiu looked at him with a livid face, apparently he had stabbed him in the most painful place.

Su Jiao thought he was going to do something, so she was very vigilant.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wujiu just looked at him for a while, with his lips tightly pressed together, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and got out of the car directly.

He seemed to want to slam the car door to vent his anger, but after a pause, he closed it gently.

That night, the nursing home.

The nurses were whispering in the pantry.

"Number 302 is so cute."

"He's so polite. When he's quiet, he doesn't look like he's mentally ill. He looks like he's healed."...Don't underestimate him just because he's cute. But five nurses held him down."

"Uh……"

"Did someone come to see him today?"

"But he seems to be sleeping a little too much recently... Has the doctor prescribed sleeping pills?"

"Uh……"……

After Yan Lian finished her psychological treatment, she was escorted back to the ward, her limbs were bound again.

The side effect of forcefully taking the medicine made his hands tremble slightly, which was a bit unpleasant.

When Yan Lian is not in a good mood, her fingers will unconsciously make rubbing movements.

In the past at this time, he would have a handy scalpel in his hand, allowing him to move gracefully, even politely, to end one lively and lively life after another.

But now that there is nothing, he will be uncontrollably irritable.

Whenever this time, he would think of Su Jiao.

That pretty boy.

The high-intensity treatment and medication quickly made him forget a lot of things, but when he thought of this person, everything became clear again.

Yes, he remembered...he knew that it was an extremely beautiful boy, with soft hair, amber eyes, and soft lips.

He is a weak elf left behind in the world, and also a god of natural disasters who turn clouds and rain.

Whenever I think of this person, Yan Lian will change from a violent patient who is capricious and needs to be suppressed to a quiet angel.

Memories about Su Jiao are all beautiful things that need to be treasured, like those dead rabbit furs, and rabbit eyes like red glass beads.

Although he disdained to listen to what the psychiatrists said, sometimes he had to admit that what they said was right.

He remembered that Banana said that he didn't like the things he cut open.

Banana hated those bloods and said they were disgusting...

Then let him be obedient and come for treatment, which happens to be what my brother expects.

……

Yan Lian half-closed her tea-brown eyes and looked out the window, suddenly thinking, it's almost time.

The helpless older brother who is hated by the gods.

It's time to find him.

This is something that suddenly appeared in his mind, even though he took a lot of psychotropic drugs and forgot a lot of things, it was inexplicably profound——

Just when he was thinking like this——

"Dangdang!"

The door of the ward was violently pushed open.

Yan Lian raised her eyes, and saw Yan Wujiu who was very drunk, the man's dark brown eyes were half blind.

He looked at him gloomyly.

The moment he saw Yan Wujiu, those memories that had faded due to the effect of the drug revived like a flood.

The next moment, Yan Wujiu pinched him on the bed by Yan Wujiu's neck. The drunk man was very strong, and his eyes were almost full of hostility, "You already knew..."

Looking at Yan Wujiu, Yan Lian almost laughed out loud for a moment.

Banana looks soft and easy to talk to.

But for those who have hurt him, he will be as hard as iron, no one will be an exception.

Yan Lian is not a normal person, so he doesn't care if Su Jiao loves him or not, he just wants Su Jiao's company.

As for loving and being loved, he doesn't understand, and it doesn't matter.

Even if Su Jiao wanted to kill him, it didn't matter to Yan Lian.

But Yan Wujiu is different from him.

Yan Wujiu wants the love of the gods, and his devotion to the gods is not only known by Yan Lian.

Even if Yan Wujiu snatches Su Jiao from him and traps him here, but the premise of Yan Wujiu hurting Su Jiao is here, it is destined that he will not get Su Jiao's love again, and he will only be loved by Su Jiao. Does the beloved God leave it behind and show no pity?

How pathetic and ridiculous! !

Yan Wugui's eyes were almost red from his laughter, alcohol was flowing in his blood, and anger was swelling in his chest, he almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You are his worshiper—"

Yan Lian was almost out of breath after being pinched, the corners of his eyes were red, but his tone was still gentle and gentle: "The worshiper... ah, yes, hahaha."

Yan Lian immediately remembered that day.

He obviously took so many medicines and almost forgot so many things, but——

Still very clear.

In the dim light, blood was choking in his voice, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, curved and happy, "The first time I saw him..."

Yan looked at Yan Wujiu pityingly: "He asked me if I would like to enshrine him..."

Responding to him was Yan Wujiu's fierce punch, which almost turned Yan Lian's face to the side, causing glaring redness and swelling to appear on her beautiful face.

This is the first time Yan Wugui hit him.

Yan Lian touched her cheek with her tongue, her smile became more presumptuous, and her eyes became more pitiful, looking at Yan Wu Jiu as if she was looking at some poor person.

"It hurts."

"But it doesn't matter, I will forgive my brother, after all..."

"My brother is so pitiful."

"Mom never loved you, and the god who rescued you from prison will also abandon you."

"Obviously someone who will get whatever he likes, but it's a pity that these things..."

Yan Lian smiled, her beautiful eyes were fixed, and she said coldly: "Brother will never get it."

"My brother is clearly a winner everywhere, but when it comes to love, why is he such a loser?"

"shut up!!"

Yan Wujiu was so jealous that he was going crazy, he closed his eyes, suppressed the alcohol, and pressed the iron bed frame with his powerful hands, almost deforming the bed frame.

He squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Yes, that's right."

"You are a devotee, so what."

"I can't do anything different." Yan Wujiu said, "I can't get what I want, and you are no different from me."

Yan Lian's eyes suddenly became extremely cold.

"You can't force him to stay by your side." Yan Wujiu's tone has calmed down, but there is still redness at the end of his eyes, and his tone is coldly mocking: "Do you know what the god you enshrine has experienced in the past few days? ?”

Yan Lian stared at him.

Yan Wujiu let go of Yan Lian's neck, pulled a chair from the side, he threw the whole person on the chair, his heavy and tall body made the hospital chair feel fragile.

He casually lit a cigarette.

Su Jiao looked at the note in her hand and sighed.

Because the fate note made him an unbearable joke, Su Jiao was a little afraid to use the note to test his fate—he was a little uncertain, got along with the crazy feast, and used it even though the result would develop towards his imagination , But the process is full of unfortunate fate notes, which one is more troublesome.

But it was beyond Su Jiao's expectation.

Yan Wujiu only went crazy once in the car.

Su Jiao thought that something bad would happen, but nothing happened.

Afterwards, the housekeeper found Su Jiao, told Su Jiao politely that all the cars he liked in the basement had been transferred to his name, and gave him the contract and keys to keep them.

Yan Wujiu's luxury cars are worth several hundred million at least, not to mention the few restrictions, but the few antiques that can't be found in auto exhibition museums, they are all invaluable.

Su Jiao wasn't embarrassed either. After accepting it, she checked the donation website overnight, picked and picked among various donation websites, and found a more reliable donation website that could accept the money in kind, and would issue the specific whereabouts of the money.

Now that Yan Wujiu has discovered his identity as a god, he doesn't know what will happen in the future, if Yan Wujiu goes crazy, take him away for experimentation...

That would be horrible!

Su Jiao wrote the names of these donation sites on the note one by one.

[xx donation website does not seek personal gain, and will send the things I donate to those who need it...]

wow.

The note spontaneously ignited.

This means that this donor organization is not very good.

Su Jiao looked at the note for a while, and thought again, it is too strict not to seek personal gain, and the "people who need it" are too vague, just think, who doesn't need a luxury car?

So I changed the keywords again.

[The xx donation website will send the things I donate to the people they claim to be in need under the premise of charging a part of the acceptable labor fee...]

Several notes spontaneously ignited, and only two remained.

Su Jiao picked a family, made a phone call, and arranged a time to pick up the car and sign the contract.

After finishing everything, he lay on the soft sofa and used the fate note many times, which seemed to consume most of his divinity.

Then the cold feeling of chilling the soul reappeared.

——Why do you try so hard?What do those people have to do with you?

——You are a god, their hundred years of life are like dust to you, especially the pain and sorrow in it.

——When you use fate, you will be used by fate at the same time. You obviously don't have the authority to manipulate fate, so why take risks for ants?

——Is it because you want merit, you want to be stronger, you don’t want to be afraid, you don’t want to worry, you don’t want to worry...Admit it, your nature is cruel and selfish, you don’t want to be nice to anyone, you save them because you know yourself In the abyss, you just want to save yourself.

- You are a drowning man...

"I just know the pain of drowning." Su Jiao looked at the ashes on the table, restrained the feeling of chills, and murmured in a low voice: "That's why I want to become driftwood, Su Jiao."

……

After the uncomfortable feeling subsided a bit, Su Jiao shook and swept the ashes into the trash can.

When Yan Wugui came back, he found Su Jiao watching a movie in an underground theater.

The boy seemed to be very cold, wrapped in a thick blanket, nestled in a small ball on the soft sofa, the light of the movie was reflected in his eyes.

Yan Wujiu noticed that his eyes were full of moisture, because the movie had reached a very touching plot.

The general sacrificed himself, was pierced by the enemy's arrows, and behind him was the dilapidated gate of the country.

Yan Wugui sat down beside him silently.

Su Jiao watched the movie intently and didn't look at him until the movie ended.

Su Jiao then went to look for a movie, Yan Wujiu suddenly said: "The housekeeper said you watched a movie all day."

Su Jiao paused, and looked sideways.

The moment they looked at the boy, Yan Wujiu's eyes froze.

There were tears in those eyes, and the thick eyelashes were wet.

But those warm tears seemed to be wrapped in two amber cold glasses, inside was empty and nothing - at that moment, Yan Wujiu even had the illusion that he was looking at the robot.

Su Jiao glanced at him, then lowered her head and continued to look for movies.

Yan Wujiu's expression became serious, he grabbed Su Jiao's hand: "What's wrong with you?"

Su Jiao showed an impatient look: "You are so annoying."

He shook off Yan Wugui's hand.

He has no fear, no fear, like a dull and cold stone.

After depleting his divinity, the feeling of chilling his soul has been haunting him. Based on his last recovery experience, he has been watching those touching and tear-jerking movies to absorb a little warmth of humanity.

The system told him that if the divinity is used too much, it will start to consume the compassion and empathy side of his humanity. If it is used for a long time, it will gradually lose the ability to empathize and become cold.

The way to recover is to try to recall those things that moved him, sad, and happy. If he can't think of it, go to a similar movie to awaken empathy.

When Su Jiao was watching a movie, he had a very strange feeling. When there was a thrilling life and death scene in it, he could feel his body being moved, his nose sore, and his eyes watering, but his soul was like a bystander, indifferent, as if all The physical reaction was just because he wanted to yawn.

Yan Wugui paused: "I these days..."

He pulled out some papers and "did something."

Su Jiao glanced sideways and saw a lot of donation documents. He stared at them for a while, then reached out to open the detailed rules.

What was done with the money was very detailed, proving that Yan Wujiu did not just donate a little money just to make him happy.

Su Jiao tried very hard to be moved, but in fact she didn't feel anything. Her mood was like a calm lake, and no stone could stir up any ripples.

But, this is a good thing, Su Jiao, you have to encourage him, he is a bad guy, it's not easy to do something good...

He thought so hard, but in fact there was no wave.

Su Jiao closed the file and said lightly, "I'm sleepy."

……

But in fact Su Jiao didn't fall asleep, she kept her eyes open until dawn.

In the past, Su Banana would sleep according to the biological clock, even though the god's body made him feel no sleepiness and fatigue - he could sleep before, but he just felt that people need to sleep.

But now, with the loss of humanity, the self-cognition of "I am human" is gradually being lost.

Su Banan felt that she was slowly sliding into the abyss.

the next day.

The salesperson of the donation website came to Su Jiao to sign the transfer letter according to the agreed time.

The butler took out a thick stack of purchase documents for the luxury car, and watched Su Jiao sign the transfer letter he brought.

Although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't say anything because of his professionalism. While helping Su Jiao to sign, he passed on the situation to Yan Wugui who was working.

Knowing the situation, Yan Wujiu pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Tell him not to sign yet, find a lawyer to go over and check the contract."

Butler: "Uh, Mr. Su has already signed it."

Yan Wujiu was silent for a while, after the meeting, he asked: "Is there anything unusual about him recently?"

After a pause, he said in detail: "Emotional... such as happiness, or other things."

The butler shook his head suspiciously: "No."

He was shocked in his heart, everyone knows that Yan Wujiu loves cars like his life, and transferring these cars to Su Jiao in one go is enough to surprise everyone, and now Su Jiao just sold these cars without saying anything about him If he said no, he asked about Su Jiao's emotional state...

He observed Su Jiao carefully again, and reported to Yan Wujiu: "Mr. Su looks very calm."

After the butler finished speaking, he also felt something was wrong.

Su Jiao seems to be too calm... It's not normal to be calm. Logically speaking, for such a big transfer, the huge tax to be paid will not be mentioned. Is there any anxiety that what I want to do may be blocked, and I can do it smoothly There is no sense of success in accomplishing things, and the young man is like a beautiful and indifferent robot doll that lacks emotion.

Yan Wujiu was silent for a while, then said: "I see."

"Your Highness, you didn't rest yesterday." The system said, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"I want to too..." Su Jiao said, "But I can't sleep. I close my eyes, and I always feel that there is no need."

System: "I just found out that there is another way to restore divinity...but I can try it if you have to sleep."

Su Jiao: "Really?"

"Of course." The system said: "Okay, you close your eyes and start dreaming now..."

Su Banana: "?"

Su Jiao slowly closed her eyes amidst the system's inducing voice.

White mist floated in front of his eyes again, and behind the mist, he heard layers upon layers of phantom prayers.

He was led forward by the sound of prayer, the white mist gradually dissipated, and he came to W City, where the meteorite disaster occurred, but it was different from the previous God's Arrival.

He seemed to have turned into the wind, into the clouds, into the rain, into the city's black bluestone, the flourishing snow-white roses, into the snow-white sails and the vast sea.

He could hear the city's breath, feel its gentle pulse.

He saw the humming of the fishing boats, the fishermen returning with smiles, the corn and white flour brought by the freighters from the mainland, the black mist steaming from the chimneys, the mother holding the child's hand to the brand new school, and the office workers in suits and leather shoes hurrying From the back of the subway, the sweeping lady in a vest bought a piece of bread with coins, showing a relieved smile: "The price of bread has dropped again, and I should be able to buy two hams to go back today..."

"Flour will be cheaper after the mainland ships arrive." The little sister selling bread rolled her eyes. "And the Archbishop of the Church of the Stars, Venier, has built a new orphanage. Those poor children finally don't have to be thieves."

After the girl finished speaking, she drew a star symbol on her chest, "Thank you my lord."

The aunt also drew a star symbol on her chest: "Thank you my Lord."

And in the Church of the Stars that stands on the top of a distant mountain, there is an endless stream of people who come to pray. They either carry a bouquet of lush dew roses, or light epiphyllum spices, and bring fresh shrimps and fish to the sacrificial table.

The children threw gold coins, copper coins, or yellow gemstones with stars into the wishing pool under the statue, and painted stars on their chests with innocent smiles.

——"The silver-haired god with golden eyes who holds stars above all living beings, may you come into this world and take care of your loyal believers."

——"I would like to love relatives, partners, and strangers who were born in poverty—the Lord said that meeting you for the first time is like returning to an old friend."

——"To love the silent beings under the stars and the fear is to love my Lord deeply."

Those layers of voices are like illusory rivers and streams, unreachable, but the emotions there are sincere, affectionate, dedicated, and pious. love and compassion.

The tenderness and gratitude they showed invisibly, like the twinkling stars in the dark night, illuminated the desolation with scattered eyes of the gods.

——The icy barrier that cannot be broken no matter how many movies you watch, seems to have a gap in the heavy voice.

A kind, soft divinity, like immature but firm grass sprouts, slowly grows from the cracks in the stones that have been smashed by wind and rain.

So, Su Jiao hid in the wind and rain, the sea, the sails, the bluestone, the broken soul of the rose, condensed at this moment.

A phantom of a god with silver hair and golden pupils appeared in midair.

He looked at the city, the cold wind swept the brilliance of the morning sun and blew past his pale clothes, and the coldness deep in his soul was shattered at this moment.

In the pious love of all beings, he finally found his instinct to be a human being.

And next to my ear is the reminder of the system ding dong.

"Congratulations on being promoted to a c-level god!"

Shabby hotel.

The dim yellow light flickered slightly, covered with a layer of dust, Su Bingxue lay on the dilapidated bed in the hotel, staring at the ceiling with sour eyes.

Ever since she got Su Jiao, Su Bingxue has been having nightmares.

He was pampered and grew up without any real experience of wind and rain, and it was the first time he did such a stupid thing.

His purpose is actually very simple, that is, to plant his disappearance on Su Jiao, make Su Chimian feel disgusted with Su Jiao, and humiliate Su Jiao——

It seems that as many people in this world hate Su Jiao, as many people like Su Bingxue.

On the contrary, if someone likes Su Jiao, they will hate him, just like Yan Lian.

The growing experience of being favored by the Su family who hated Su Jiao made this kind of thought deeply rooted in his mind.

Even if Su Jiao is the real Su family, even if he, Su Bingxue, is an illegitimate child, so what, Su Jiao is ugly...something that should be annoying——

……

Su Bingxue woke up from the horrible nightmare again, with cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

These days, he has been dreaming about terrible natural disasters, but he always wakes up just before the actual arrival of natural disasters.

He heard that Su Chimian locked up Su Jiao for three or four days.

He should have been happy, but for some reason, thinking of Su Jiao's face, he didn't feel happy.

Even, on the contrary, I felt a bit of pain that I couldn't breathe.

Because he clearly, clearly knows.

He is not the real young master of the Su family.

This is an iron fact that he cannot change no matter how hard he tries.

Su Bingxue pinched the dna testimonial, and he began to hate himself for waking up from a dream.

He wanted to sleep longer, even if it was a long, long nightmare, he didn't want to wake up at all and face the pain that reality was about to face.

He reached for the melatonin on the table with trembling hands, poured out a handful indiscriminately, stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes, and forced himself to fall asleep—in fact, he succeeded.

In the narrow and wandering dreamland.

He heard a childish voice.

- "Congratulations to the player... for joining the world of natural disasters."

"The natural disaster world is rolling the dice..."

"Choose success—"

"C-level natural disaster, covering the deep sea."

The author says:

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