The highest reward in the universe

Just when Fengzhu inadvertently lost his mind, Yehuang had already used his fierce long sword to carve out a rough outline of a god seat from a whole piece of unknown material.

Seeing this, Feng Zhu's eyebrows moved slightly.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the metals that had been shaved off by Ye Huang not falling down in chunks, but directly turning into dust the moment they left the throne, he clicked his tongue inaudibly.

Yehuang's ability to control power...how is it so strong?

When Dong Ting used the dagger to dismantle the flesh and bones of the alien beast, Feng Zhu had already secretly felt the other party's terrifying talent.And after he knew that those wine glasses were carved by Chongquan himself, he also silently praised Chongquan's extraordinary control.

But perhaps because all of the above are still within the scope of common sense, Fengzhu's feelings about it are not too deep after all.

However, when Ye Huang used the sword that had nothing to do with dexterity to forcibly make a truly artistic seat, Feng Zhu couldn't help but began to wonder what kind of world he was living in.

Seriously, isn't it a bit too bullying for Ye Huang, Chong Quan, and Dong Ting to have three powerful monsters with amazing control appear in the same universe and at the same time?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhu glanced at Ye Huang's back.

At this moment, the man's back was slightly tense, but somehow he seemed lazy. At first glance, he looked like a wild beast on the eve of hunting—dangerous, calm, and careless.

Judging from this back view, this guy doesn't look like an artist at all, does he?

However, Ye Huang's level is really good enough to be an artist without any problem at all.

So the gods are indeed bugs among bugs.I really don't know whether it is the long time that created their omnipotent appearance, or because Yehuang and Chongquan are just special cases.

[Actually, it is normal for Ye Huang Diao Long to look like a dragon. ]

Red Snake probably noticed Fengzhu's subtle mood, and he spoke as if complaining and explaining:

[In previous cosmic competitions, this god of death often encountered dragon-like beasts from the sixth universe.I guess just those Nilins that he cut off might be able to pile up a dragon together.So if he doesn't look like a statue, no one in the whole universe can do it like that. ]

Feng Zhu couldn't help observing the dragon-shaped handrail slowly formed under the Yehuang sword. The whole handrail seemed to have the shadow of a dragon-like beast in the sixth universe.

Looking at it, for some reason, Feng Zhu suddenly lost interest.

Because the barren sense of time precipitated by Ye Huang's carving technique has repeatedly reminded him of the fact that Zhong Yu can't stay long.

Perhaps human beings often feel pity for those who are about to die, and even considerately accommodate each other for this reason.

Because they know what it means to be sad when a rabbit dies and a fox dies, and empathize with it.

But the group of gods in the Central Territory?Ah.

Such a long time has probably made them forget what pity and death are.

And this is one of the reasons why Feng Zhu never told Ye Huang about his dying life - after all, it would be meaningless to say such a thing.

After looking at it for a while, Feng Zhu looked away from Ye Huang.His eyes fell directly on the god seat that was basically scrapped before.

At this moment, a black and gold-plated luxurious wooden box is placed in the left corner under the seat of God.

how to say?No matter how you look at this wooden box, it doesn't look like something from the Temple of Death will appear.But Feng Zhu was not at all surprised by its existence - because he brought it in with his own hands.

When he stepped on the gate of the Temple of Death to test whether Yehuang meant to restrict his actions, he also took a few steps outside the Temple of Death symbolically, and when he walked back into the temple, he also put this in the hall of death. The box at the entrance of the temple was brought in.

——This wooden box is basically filled with hymns, odes and carols sent by the North Territory to the god of death.

In fact, when he was in Zhongyu two years ago, all the things placed in front of the Death God Temple were brought into the temple by him.

After all, there was no one else in the Death God Temple except Ye Huang and him.

As for the gods under Yehuang's command, they more or less knew the meaning of being wise and protecting themselves, so even if they saw it all, they would not ask about these things that had nothing to do with themselves.

In the end, Feng Zhu just pretended to be a subordinate officer and did all those miscellaneous things.

Feng Zhu was not surprised by the wooden box. What surprised him was that the box was opened at the moment—that is to say, Ye Huang had obviously read the papers in the box.

Although Yehuang is extremely indifferent to everything, he also has some particularly annoying things, and it happens that reading texts is one of them.

Therefore, Ye Huang's behavior of resisting boredom and reading these praises for the first time, really couldn't help but think about it.

Could it be that Ye Huang was reading a hymn to him, which accidentally became his weakness, so he wanted to find out the real reason why he became his weakness in these similar poems?

Even Feng Zhu himself was a little curious about this matter.

Fengzhu also thought, if the person who read the hymn to the god of death was not him but someone else, then would someone else become Ye Huang's weakness?And now he won't be so unlucky that he gets mixed into the vortex of the game of gods for no reason?

"The weakness of the gods will only appear one at a time."

Yehuang is an existence whose perception is so keen that even the word monster cannot describe it.

So the moment Fengzhu looked away from him, Ye Huang noticed something.Of course, he also discovered Fengzhu's interest in that wooden box.

He even knew the reason why Feng Zhu was interested in the wooden box.

Because Ye Huang himself had thought about this question countless times.

Then his answer was the above sentence.

Fengzhu's understanding of this sentence is: If someone else became the weakness of Death God first, he himself would not be in the current situation.

In this regard, even though Ye Huang guessed that Feng Zhu might misunderstand, he never had the slightest intention to explain.

He said that the god's weakness is only one at a time, because his weakness is only the wind candle from the beginning to the end.

No one else but him.

Because if it was someone else, Yehuang would never admit it, nor would he compromise on it.

He will send the opponent to death directly, and then wait for the funny debut of the next weakness.

"I'm so curious, just read it."

At this moment, Ye Huang's voice was still low and hoarse, as if it was no different from usual.

However, perhaps out of some subtle intuition, Fengzhu always felt that the other party's act of asking him to read poems was quite meaningful.

However, because the Reaper continued to carve the details of the armrest after saying this sentence, Feng Zhu couldn't see his expression at all when he raised his eyes to look at him, at most he caught a glimpse of the same cold and silent back as before.

Because of this, he couldn't guess what Ye Huang was thinking at the moment.

Forget it, isn't it just reading a hymn to Death?

Anyway, no matter what flattery is in the box, he has no fear at all.

—after all, the poems couldn't be worse than the one he had read before.

Considering that he would have to ask Death God about tomorrow's itinerary, Feng Zhu directly bent over and picked up the topmost paper in the box that seemed to be specially smoked, and was going to blow Death God a few words with these hymns first.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with blowing more good words.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhu lowered his eyes and glanced at the quite old-fashioned paper in his hand, the faint scent of rosemary on the paper made his eyelids twitch slightly.

At that moment, Fengzhu suddenly had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this piece of paper.

So before he pronounced the hymn, he subconsciously glanced at its general content.

[That was 1 years ago,]

[The moment when the first thunder roars. ]

After Fengzhu saw the first sentence of the hymn clearly, the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind made him finally know how the vague premonition in his heart came from!

"Read it."

And at this moment, Ye Huang, who was still carving the armrest of the throne, seemed to have expected Fengzhu's hesitation at this moment, so he repeated what he said just now.

Feng Zhu listened to Death's calm tone that didn't show any emotion, and then glanced at the paper that had been crumpled by him.After a long time, he silently twitched the corner of his mouth, and then read out the contents of this piece of paper:

"That was 1 years ago,"

"The moment when the first thunder roared."

"The god who controls life and death,"

"Blood and smoke,"

"Announces the condolences of Hewei Jiuquan."

"How grateful I am for the existence of that existence."

"He was like a blazing fire,"

"Silently burned the boundary between life and death."

"If one day,"

"I was able to see his true face..."

After reading this, Fengzhu's low voice suddenly stopped, because this hymn was only written so much.

This is an unfinished product.

"Wind candle."

"If one day, you could see his true face, what would you do?"

Ye Huang's sudden question made Feng Zhu feel an urge to sigh.

Yes.The reason why he didn't miss this poem for a long time before was very simple - because he wrote it!

Damn Beiyu, damn Fengjia.Can't they please just calm down a little bit? !

It's fine for this group of people to send sacrifices and hymns to Yehuang. Is it interesting to mix things he made up when he was five years old in this pile of hymns?

The origin of this hymn is not complicated.

It was written on his fifth birthday.

On the day of his fifth birthday, as usual, he was taken back to the main castle by other members of the Feng family to undergo the annual inspection-the inspection was nothing more than the loyalty of his sacrifice to the god of death.

So Fengzhu composes a hymn indifferently.

Speaking of which, he was probably a little too arrogant and self-willed back then, and even he still had some undeniable stupidity and childishness.

Therefore, knowing that it is difficult for a five-year-old child to write such words and sentences, he still wrote this poem with a tone beyond his age.

At that time, there may still be an indignant thought in the back of his mind-he wanted to tell the people of the Feng family that although he was not a genius, he was by no means mediocre.

—so don't use him as a sacrifice.

——He has a higher value than the sacrifice.

However, the result of his doing so was that the group of people in the Feng family only thought that he learned this poem from the teacher who taught him.

They took the pen in his hand without letting him finish writing at all, and then continued to do some tests before sending him back to the remote castle.

It was also on that day that Feng Zhu once again recognized the reality, and then made up his mind to leave Thunder Star.

For the past five years, his castle has been controlled by intelligence, and even the teacher chosen by the Feng family for him is only teaching online.And this also means that there is no one in the entire castle except him.

So on the day when he returned to the castle, Fengzhu neatly feigned death in the explosion and escaped.

This is the end of the memory.

After Fengzhu withdrew his thoughts, he looked at the last word of the half of the poem in his hand. There was a slightly elongated black line at the end of the last word—it was the trace left by the pen that was taken from his hand back then.

It was a nonsense that even the hazy aroma of rosemary on the paper could not be vague.

However, the years after leaving Storm Star have already made Fengzhu fade away from the almost naive and naive at that time, and now he is no longer so stupid as to pin his hope on the awakening of others.

Whatever you want, just work hard.And it's never about anyone else.

Besides, now is not the time for him to be in a daze.

Feng Zhu looked at Ye Huang's back not far away, and the urge to sigh in his heart got deeper and deeper.

So what kind of flag was he setting up blindly just now!

There is indeed no worse existence in this world than the hymn that made him the weak point of the god of death, but there are still hymns that are almost as effective as it in this world!

For example, the poem he is holding now.

When he wrote this poem, he did not hold the mentality of longing for the wilderness at night.In fact, this poem, like the hymn he wrote 14 years later, is vaguely self-deprecating.

He said that he was grateful for the appearance of the god of death, but he was actually just grateful that he saw the possibility of eternal life from the god.

He said that Ye Huang burned the boundary between life and death, and he was completely referring to the existence of this god of death that made him clearly realize how close a person can be to death and how far away from life.

At that time, he never had the slightest respect for Ye Huang.

Even after he witnessed Ye Huang's true face, he took the face photo of the other party directly to complete the expensive reward task.

Therefore, Yehuang's question at this moment is a difficult proposition for Fengzhu.

In this regard, Feng Zhu only slightly licked his dry thin lips, and answered naturally with a complexion:

"If one day, I can witness his true face."

"I will tell him……"

"I'm looking forward to the collapse of the world under his sword,"

"And behold the sleepless stillness of his barren night."

"I firmly believe that one day,"

"Even the most capricious fate,"

"They will bow their heads and crown him."

Feng Zhu felt that these temporary nonsense words should be passable, right?

However, Ye Huang, who turned his back to him, did not say a word from the beginning to the end.

Feng Zhu looked at the back of the opponent's right hand, which was holding a sword and engraving the seat of God. Judging from the increasingly obvious blue veins on the back of the opponent's hand, Ye Huang's mood at this time did not seem to be very good.

Seeing this, Feng Zhu simply read the next hymn to change the subject.

Anyway, he has only written three hymns so far in his life, two of which he has already read to Ye Huang, and the other one was written indiscriminately in order to perfuse Ye Huang when Chongquan suspected that he was Ye Huang's weakness.

And the poem Bei Yu would never dare to dedicate it to the God of Death—because it would expose the fact that they had a secret relationship with the God of Dionysus.

So it doesn't matter what poems he gets next, they can never be written by him again anyway.

Sure enough, the next hymn was not written by Fengzhu.

After Feng Zhuzai read it carefully, he found that there was nothing wrong with the whole poem except that the words were a little bold and direct.

Even this poem is ingeniously written in the language of God - it is estimated that the northern region has spent a lot of effort just to find people who are proficient in the language of God. From this point of view, they want to please Ye Huang It's too strong to be ignored.

But now Fengzhu doesn't bother to pay attention to the affairs of the Northern Territory at all.

So he just picked up the second piece of paper, and then directly opened his mouth to read the content on the paper:

"tiamo (I love you)."

Before he finished reading the nonsense words below the poem, "I love your indifference, I love your patience, I love your innate arrogance, and I also love your turbulent waves that follow you everywhere", Ye Huang The sound of metal cracking suddenly interrupted his voice.

Along with it, Ye Huang's voice was hoarse and inexplicably suppressed under the roar, "Shut up".

After hearing the sound, Feng Zhu subconsciously raised his eyes and looked over.

At this moment, the sacred seat that was carved by Ye Huang for most of it has been shattered into powder.

Feng Zhu guessed that Ye Huang Xu was disgusted by the nasty words in the two poems he read just now, so he couldn't control the strength of swinging the sword for a while, which caused the result at this moment.

Not to mention Ye Huang, who has always had a bad temper, even the person who read it feels like his scalp is numb when facing these words.

Since Yehuang didn't like it, and he himself couldn't stand these poems anymore, Feng Zhu simply put the two pieces of paper with hymns on them back into the wooden box.

In fact, if Ye Huang hadn't turned his head to look at him, he would have destroyed the paper on which half of his poem was written.

Hmm...maybe he could act like he missed it?

Thinking of this, Fengzhu immediately glanced at the Grim Reaper who looked inexplicably sullen.

Then he silently dismissed the thought of dying.

The author has something to say: "tiamo" here is Italian, which translates to "I love you".

As for the hymns and so on, I made them up casually, and my level is limited, so don't worry about them, little angels.