[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

Three, good and evil

Wang Yifeng×An Zeyi

(The author is a villain, so he will naturally stand up to Lao Wang)

It has been three years since I came to this world.

From being empty-handed and penniless to having a small fortune (self-effacing), An Zeyi is quite content.

On this day, I habitually went to the hotel I liked and paid for a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Anze went to the window seat he was accustomed to, because sitting here, he could clearly hear storytelling.

only………………

Seeing that someone occupied the table he was used to, Anze pouted and sat down: "Young master," when the man wearing the bamboo hat looked at him, Anze showed a friendly and polite manner. Smile: "Can I join a table?"

After getting the consent, An Zeyi sat in the seat he was used to and looked over the window at the storyteller next door.

Huh?Haven't started today?

Since there was no start, An Zeyi focused on other places: ah, the sun is so warm, and it feels so comfortable to bask in; if only there was a rocking chair, I don’t know if Aunt Li will make it up; the sky is so blue, no pollution......

What a blessing to be alive.

An Zeyi didn't notice that the man in the bamboo hat looked at him through the hat, and continued thinking.If there is a little bit of regret, it is probably that Datang's hotel is not like in western magic novels, where bards can play the violin amidst the excitement.

Don't say that the music is elegant or not, isn't it enough to be happy?

Heart slightly blocked.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine that Xiao Er sent was warm and sweet. The most important thing is that the alcohol content in this era is very low, so he doesn't need to worry about drinking crazy after drinking it.

After coming to Datang, An Zeyi missed western music very much. In his free time, he worked hard to make the cello and violin, and the piano... God knows, he remembered the blueprints, but he couldn't make them. !A concubine can't do it!

Sighing in his heart, as if entertaining himself, An Zeyi recalled Bach's music in his heart.

"By the way, Wang Yifeng......"

"?" Hearing the voice of the storyteller on the opposite side, An Zeyi recovered from the sweet imaginary dream he had created, his eyes sparkled towards the window, and he moved a little closer.

Who is Wang Yifeng?He shouldn't be a very powerful person, right?There is no record in history at all!

He didn't notice the slight pause of the fingers of the person opposite.

It's just that as he heard more content, the curiosity on An Zeyi's face became less and less, and his expression became more and more serious. Finally, when he heard "the legacy of the Snow Demon King slaughtered tens of thousands of people in Zigong overnight", he was even more curious. Frowning, he even forgot to drink the wine.

"Absurd." In the end, he commented like this.

"Young master." The person sitting on the other side suddenly spoke, with an unexpected and pleasant voice: "It seems that I don't quite agree with the storyteller's story."

"I don't know Jianghu, but I just think this story sounds absurd." An Ze turned his head and rested his chin with one hand: "If it's true, then that person named Wang Yifeng is too wronged."

"Oh?"

An Zeyi still calmly analyzed while smelling of alcohol: "Think about it, he is not a god, how could he slaughter tens of thousands of people overnight by himself? Normally, killing a few hundred people would be exhausting. "

"And think about it from another angle. I heard that Zigong City was slaughtered before. Since no one survived, then the witnesses are all dead. Who can prove that Wang Yifeng killed it? If the surviving witnesses said, then Wang Yifeng Since Remaining Wind can kill tens of thousands of people in one night, how can it not have the strength to find the fish that slipped through the net? This is also unreasonable."

"Thinking about it this way, no matter how you look at it, someone deliberately framed him. First, he discovered where he was, and then brought a certain number of his men to slaughter Zigong, and finally released rumors to blame him."

Anze stopped, thought for a while, and said to himself: "This person must know Wang Yifeng's strength very well, and he is sure that many people will believe the rumors spread; this person must also have a conflict of interest with Wang Yifeng, or even a big one. Moreover, he must be cold-blooded, cruel and very human. Otherwise, why would he kill so many innocent lives?"

If it were him, who would believe that a frail scholar who doesn't know martial arts and has no strength to restrain a chicken can slaughter a whole city?He didn't have a hot weapon in his hand.

In other words, even if he was given a machine gun, Chutu's hand would be broken in the end.

Lazily yawned: "So, if you believe this kind of story, you must not have thought too much."

Well, those who will believe it are all fools who don't use their brains.

After drinking the last sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Anze rubbed his eyes, got up unsteadily, and went home.

The sun is so good, wouldn't it be a waste not to take a comfortable nap?

Having said that, he is not short of money now, he can go out and play!

Calculating the time, it is still 14 years before Tianbao, Yang Yuhuan has not even become Concubine Yang (An Zeyi can't remember when she became Concubine Shou), he is still high for two years before considering entering the officialdom.

Although changing history would have a huge impact, as long as he thought of the Anshi Rebellion period, the price of inviting Huihe to send troops would be to lose power and humiliate the country, so he was really unwilling.

He dragged the little bamboo he bought before to the window, lay down comfortably, covered his stomach with a small quilt, and stared at the sky drunkenly.

"No marriage, no indemnity, no land, no tribute, the emperor guards the gate, and the king dies." He muttered to himself: "It would be great if the Tang Dynasty could be realized." Of course, if the socialist country is realized It's even better.

An Zeyi, who curled up and dozed off, didn't know that the person who was sitting opposite him in the hotel before was now on his roof.

So when Anze was carrying a backpack and carrying the piano case on one shoulder, when he met the man in the bamboo hat he met on the road, he just thought it was a coincidence and didn't think much about it.

In this Tang Dynasty, I did not do any amazing things other than writing two novels, drawing some illustrations for the novels, and drawing two portraits of people. There is no shortage of silver and wealth, but it is not worth mentioning compared with the common people, and compared with the real extravagant people.So who will count him?

Thanks to this Datang World for having a magical bag, he can put a lot of things in it.

An Zeyi was well prepared, and his plan was well designed, he didn't need to walk fast, as long as he enjoyed the beauty around him, it was enough for him to enjoy every minute and every second.

In this regard, Big Brother Wang who happened to meet wearing Douli did not understand.

"At your speed, it is difficult to reach the small town in front of you before dark."

"I know, but I don't want to ignore the scenery on the road because of this." An Ze looked at the flowers on the roadside, narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a happy smile.

It was a joy that came from the bottom of my heart, and it was also a joy that was contagious enough to make people around me feel that joy together.

"Brother Wang." The boy's voice was soft and gentle: "Brother Wang, are you in a hurry?"

Thinking that his own slowness might have delayed the other party's time, Anze felt a slight sense of self-blame and embarrassment in his heart: "It's mine..." No.

"It's nothing, I just want to go out to visit the mountains and rivers." The person who was speaking took off his bamboo hat, revealing his profound and handsome features. He also has an extraordinary demeanor that ordinary scholars do not have.

Anze thought about it, maybe the Huang Yaoshi in Jin Yong's novels is such a person?Speaking of which, Brother Wang, who looks very powerful, is willing to go with him and does not dislike him for being slow and clumsy. He is really a good person.

What he didn't know was that such a face, such a person whom he issued a good friend card, was synonymous with terror in the eyes of anyone who was in the world.

Wang Yifeng has never been a good person.

The sun was shining brightly, and it was very warm in the sun, and the happy mood in the heart of the young man next to him spread so much that he almost had the illusion that he was in a very happy mood.

"Why are you so happy all the time?" Finally unable to bear it, Wang Yifeng asked, he really couldn't figure out how there could be such a person in the world.

As if not feeling sad.

"Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof? Have you ever seen the picture of small grass breaking through the ground and pebbles growing? Have you ever smelled the fragrance of the peach blossom when it blooms?" An Zeyi said softly , as if weaving a soft dream: "I have always felt that being able to live in this world, to be able to see beautiful scenery, listen to pleasant music, and taste delicious food is really enough happiness."

Because for a person who has died once, what else can be more precious than life?

Those were a pair of eyes as clear as water, as if they had never been polluted by this world, and could not see a trace of filth and falsehood in this world.

This is the second person he has met with such clean eyes, and the first one is Wen Xiaoyue.

Even different from Wen Xiaoyue, this boy can see, while Wen Xiaoyue is blind.

"And most importantly," a naughty and sly smile suddenly appeared in the boy's eyes: "I live a day when I'm happy, and a day when I'm unhappy. If I'm unhappy, people who care about me will worry. , People who don’t like me will be in a bad mood, won’t they?”

Well, still a naughty one.

Then, he also discovered another characteristic of this young man named An Zeyi: a bad guy.

I like to think about everything first if I am not doing something right or not doing well enough. When looking at anyone, I always look at the other person's strengths at first glance.Moreover, he treats anyone, whether it is a high-ranking official or a high-ranking scholar, with clear eyes, a smile, an inclusive attitude and a sincere attitude, and they are all equal in his eyes.

He treats everyone with tenderness and respect.And it's not deliberate, but has always been taken for granted.

"Why should I despise you?" That time, when he accompanied An Zeyi to the brothel to paint for the oiran Qing Wan, Qing Wan sighed, "The painter of fleeting years (the vest that An Zeyi draws is called fleeting years) is really different from other people. The same, never despise our sister", he looked at her tenderly and tolerantly and said: "This identity is not for you to decide, is it?"

"Besides, you neither steal nor rob. With your own hard work, you have become such a talented girl. What right do I have to despise?"

Look, this is An Zeyi's bad guy attribute.Hearing the emotion in Qing Wan's heart, Wang Yifeng felt that it was not for nothing that this little devil could get kindness and favor wherever he went.

But Wang Yifeng didn't give up, he didn't believe it, the darkness of the human heart was in front of him, could he still be blind and not see it?

He just didn't believe that after Wen Xiaoyue, there would still be such a pure and warm person in this world.

So, he deliberately walked away first, and then let a young man from the Valley of the Wicked attack An Zeyi, while he hid himself and watched.

Then, before Xiao Luo could do anything, an earthquake occurred. . .

"Are you okay?" An Zeyi swallowed a person who seemed to be injured not far from him, suppressed the fear in his heart, and trotted over. When he found that the person was still alive but his foot was injured, he stood up with difficulty. , stumbling towards the spacious place.

The passers-by woke up, but before they could make a move, they heard the young man's gentle and comforting voice: "Brother, please bear with me, we will reach a safe place soon!"

He lay on the young man's thin and thin back, watching the young man's snow-white and slender neck covered with sweat, he tried his best to escape to a safe place, but still did not let him go.

Guzhu, the little one can't do it!

How could this be a mouse from the Haoqi League? It was clearly the Holy Father!

Haoqi League will definitely not be able to produce such a true, honest and kind boy!

Wang Yifeng: "..."

No, I still don't believe it.

So, the long road, the constant trials, can be regarded as fun, right?