Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

But he will eventually surrender to love, and will be the gentle star in the eyes of gods from then on.

How strange, Su Jiao thought.

When these vines grab someone, they obviously want him to see blood, hurt him, and teach him a lesson.

But it was so weak and boneless, so fragile that it would break when he lifted his foot.

It's like a lover who is duplicity, who wants to refuse and welcome, coy, awkward, obviously wanting to make him bloody and heartbreaking, but in fact the thunder is heavy and the rain is small, and he thinks that his will is firm and hard to break, but in fact he has a heart. There are nine bends and eighteen bends, so tangled that even the vines become so weak that they can't bear to look directly at them.

The boy with silver hair stained with blood came up to him.

He stopped smiling and stared at him quietly without saying a word.

Su Jiao picked up his face, which was Yan Lian's face, the face he hated the most.

However, at this moment, Su Jiao saw the shadow of Rabbit God from this face.

It exists vaguely on the brow of this face, like clear water melting in the black mud, there is no way to do it, no trace to be found.

So Su Jiao remembered that the Rabbit God had no face in the beginning.

He doesn't care about anyone, he doesn't respond to anything, he is just simple, and exists because he is expected to exist.

He is looking for red fruit, chasing the wind in the mountains, free and unfettered.

Until I met him.

He sent him roses, strawberries, and hawthorns. The wind in the mountains was free and uninhibited, but He abandoned the wild wind and stopped at his window with the moonlight.

He carried his expectations, answered the prayers of the villagers, the city, and the country, and he gradually became a stranger.

"Are you annoyed?" He didn't care about Su Jiao's actions, and his tone was casual with a smile, very natural: "I was deceived to despair, I am very annoyed."

The boy shook his head, "There is no regret."

When the boy said this, the expression on his face was very serious.

He didn't lie.

So the smile on his face gradually faded away, and his shadow was reflected in those blood-soaked pupils.

Su Jiao heard her own quiet voice, "That moment just now."

"I'm really, really desperate."

No one has ever loved Su Jiao so delicately, carefully, innocently and passionately.

Su Jiao: "So, I'm not upset by it."

What is there to be upset about?

This is how he will feel after the Rabbit God disappears before his eyes.

He cared about the Rabbit God, he couldn't accept His pale and absurd departure like this, he despaired of it, this is human nature, no one can safely accept close people leaving like this.

Even if he is born of the deception of the natural disaster, rooted in the fantasy of the natural disaster.

— "So, what good does it do you to lie to me and make me despair?"

Maybe knowing that he will have a long future with the boy, he is not stingy in explaining this matter, so he said: "What I think is where I am."

He said unhurriedly: "The world is built in my fantasy, only "despair" is real... Every time civilization is born and collapses in this world, there will be a despair accumulated..."

"And I was born again and again in this cycle."

"Every time I'm born, I'm stronger."

"And this "birth" also brings together your despair. "

He stroked the boy's long hair, and his red pupils looked gentle, "Your despair grows in my heart, god of natural disasters, you will always be trapped in my fantasy... and you will never be able to kill me again."

and so.

This continent is just a world built by "natural disasters" on fantasy.

The king is a strange rabbit, so the shape of the continent is a weird rabbit paw, so everyone will have absurd rabbit disease.

Everything is built with dreams, fantasy but reality.

Therefore, this piece of civilization suddenly appeared in the world of natural disasters that Su Jiao was about to arrive at.

There will be no past and no future.

It just goes round and round, repeating the cycle of destruction and despair over and over again.

No matter how many times the gods try to save it, they will end up with a crumbling and crumbling ending.

And the natural disasters are sleeping and growing in this endless despair.

……

and so.

everyone he meets.

They are all fantasies of "natural disasters", and they are also "natural disasters" themselves.

Su Jiao murmured: "So..."

"You are in such a illusory history with no past and no future..."

"How long have you been struggling?"

Bloody Scourge smiled and reminded: "The Scourge feeds on despair."

This is a gift of fate, just accept it, no need to struggle, no need to struggle.

He said emphatically: "And I got your despair."

However, he was distracted by thinking that he didn't really like Su Jiao's despair...it made him feel very uncomfortable.

He said to himself, "From now on, you will be here forever."

As he said this, his mood seemed to improve a lot.

"People who accompany me day and night, people who I thought would spend my whole life together, turned into bones like this." Su Jiao suddenly said, "A weak person like me will certainly despair..."

There were many dark clouds outside the window, and the face of the natural disaster was expressionless, but the shy moonlight was completely covered by the dark clouds.

The boy's silver hair was stained with blood, his thin and pale hands slowly touched into his cloak, and he said, "You take my rabbit god..."

As if he couldn't bear it at last, the young man's golden pupils glowed with fragile water, and he asked sadly, "Where did you hide?"

He suddenly felt itchy in his heart, like being scratched by a cat.

Su Jiao still uses the language on the mainland.

This language already has an elegant and melodious rhythm, and it was uttered by the young man with such a pleasant voice. Every sentence is like a gentle poem, as if it brought him back to the period that he had completely abandoned, but it made people lust for no reason. time.

He originally loved Su Jiao very much.

So in this fantasy world, no matter gods or mortals, all existences will be fascinated by Su Jiao.

And this kind of love is a breeding ground for natural disasters, a deadly poison, it brings hope, it brings enthusiasm, it brings innocent recklessness and wishful thinking, but this is actually not good, it often means moths Put out the fire.

Su Jiao thought that no matter what she did, she would not be able to recover from the end of being destroyed by natural disasters—it was not the case.

The moment when the first war took place was the usual time—in many reincarnations, the gods self-destructed and natural disasters were born.

The love of all living beings for God becomes suspicious, fearful, and uneasy under the disaster.

In the end, the god was maliciously dragged off the tower, and transformed into a "natural disaster" in despair.

This kind of story has happened many times, and every time at the moment of destruction, He can absorb the despair of other worlds—related to "war", "disease" and "blood". Can be captured by him, let him complete a "transformation" and become stronger.

It is through this that He holds the natural disaster of "bloody" authority.

……

However, as the cookie-cutter story goes as expected.

When everything was about to be destroyed, when he was about to complete an unknown number of transformations with the help of fantasy power—how could his love for Su Jiao turn into such a terrifying obsession, making the ridiculous hope an inexhaustible one? The wildfire, unexpectedly survived from a desperate situation, and like a miracle, a...

A strange thing that is half god, half calamity.

Even in the back, with the unremitting efforts of this "angel", this half of the catastrophe actually really...

Once again, the hope that everyone expected to turn into the prototype of a god.

So, is it worthy of being the "God of Natural Disaster" born in hope?

He never intervenes in his own imaginary world, but always watches and lets it develop.

This is the first time He intervenes in His own fantasies.

He even killed his unborn self by means that could be called clumsy and despicable.

Because if he doesn't intervene, this will no longer be his hopeless fantasy... Maybe it will become a dream full of vigorous hope as the god of natural disasters wishes.

But what's the point?

He restrained and thought indifferently.

His eyes swept over the cloaked men in the dark corners, they were wearing pale masks, quiet, numb, and dull.

They are His former believers who have all died now. Their prayers during their lifetime have constructed their selves in the imaginary world-these selves will return to His soul like ghosts after death.

Obviously believers with hope, but after death, they will turn into a crowd of desperate natural disasters. It's a ridiculous ending.

They are already dead, buried in that world that has turned into ashes, history and civilization, dust to dust, dust to dust, the traces left by that era, that world, the mountains that spread without a trace, because of the "rabbit red" The eyes of the gods seem to have magical powers” ​​and the small village of the weak rabbit god was born. Those crazy believers who chose to believe in him because they can cure diseases. The use of contagious diseases to harm each other leads to unstoppable mutated diseases that spread across the entire continent... those entangled in the depths of the soul and hopelessness that cannot be cured - who can step on the black iron throne and become the king who rules the world?

"Only disease, war, and bloodshed."

That was the prelude to natural disasters and the end of the era.

Eternal time passed, and believers and gods disappeared without a trace. All that remained in the world were broken altars, broken jars smeared with blood, and a few clumsy rabbits in the wilderness.

This is what the original story looks like.

……

The young man's hand was still in his arms, pale and thin, but it seemed to be warm, making him unable to restrain his fascination.

How could He not be obsessed.

The clumsy god of natural disasters fell into the fantasy that had already written his destiny, and his divine power was blocked all over his body. He was still so overwhelmed, hard-working and pale, tenacious and unyielding...trying to rewrite his disgustingly rotten ending.

But no way.

—It's too late.

——Su Jiao didn't touch anything under the cloak;

There was nothing under the cloak, and crows seemed to form his body, but when Su Jiao touched it, it was still empty.

The young man was still muttering, unwilling to ask, "Where did you hide him?"

He is dead, long dead...

With a smile on his lips, he thought almost indifferently——he hates being a god who is expected to be rounded and flattened, he just wants to do whatever he wants, there is nothing wrong with that, he can get what he wants.

However, Su Jiao was still groping in that nothingness.

The bloody natural disaster smiled, and what to say, educate the innocent and cute god, for example, it is very impolite to put your hands in other people's body casually——

But the next moment, he froze.

The boy held something in his hand.

In His empty, non-existent... body.

hold something.

"It is true that this world is your fantasy." The boy's voice was soft, still using poetic and elegant language, "but I have fed you two drops of blood."

The bloody natural disaster's pupils shrank slightly.

"You clearly said that." Su Jiao looked at him, "Do you still remember?"

Maybe it's because of the heart-like hotness, which is throbbing in his empty body, which is moist and throbbing, which almost makes him surge, which is weakly flowing, and which is condensed in the young man's palm...

His thoughts were a little blank for the first time—what did he want to say?

"Uh……"

"You want me to be dusty..."

The boy's eyelashes are like wings, and his voice is like gurgling spring water, which is melodious;

In an instant, the golden light disintegrated from the young man's hands, countless red-eyed crows screamed and flew away from under the cloak, the world collapsed into blood splashes in the blink of an eye, and fell into the endless darkness.

Everything that happened in this world is constantly flashing in the blood beads, painful, sad, real and false, intertwined and roaring.

……

In the constant fall, the gods were like a flowing galaxy, and his pale and thin hands tightly held the two drops of golden blood, as if holding the hot reality in the void world.

Rabbit God loves him.

Su Banana knew.

He will hide here.

——"Come for you."

The moment the voice fell, the law that imprisoned Su Jiao's divine power shattered at this moment.

As a result, broken lights and shadows came from all directions, gathered in Su Jiao's palm, and turned into blurred lights and shadows.

The silver-haired god knew that he had succeeded.

He fished out the bright star from the quagmire of thousands of despairs.

He lost consciousness in relief.

The silver hair dissipated, and he changed from an invincible god to a weak young man.

Falling endlessly, the blood beads in the boy's palm turned into the shadow of the Rabbit God.

He grabbed Su Ban who was falling, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

……

The night is dark, under the crimson moon, natural disasters are rampant.

But he will eventually surrender to love, and will be the gentle star in the eyes of gods from then on.

The author says:

Ah hastily, I finally finished writing this natural disaster.

That's how I felt when I wrote this natural disaster.

I seem to have written something.

It seems that I didn’t write anything (did I digress;

It seems oh.

But it seems not completely(?);

……

Going back to modern times in the next chapter is too sloppy, so I won’t do it that way next time.

What, you ask Liu Hanyi.

How could a natural disaster put him in his fantasy, it would be so bad if he was met by Banana.

Anyway, if you imagine the world, no matter who you meet, you are a natural disaster, and whoever Banana falls in love with is a blood profit for the natural disaster.

Once Liu Han put it in, it was obvious that it was a risk (Su Jiao:?

Liu Hanyi: