The highest reward in the universe

Let me tell you a joke, in fact, at the beginning, Fengzhu wondered if the order of the papers in this box was arranged by Yehuang on purpose.

He was not referring to the first sheet.

In fact, the fact that the poem he wrote when he was young is placed on the top is still within his expectation—after all, anyone who has watched the live broadcast of the Fourth Knight in the Eastern Territory basically knows that he once wrote for the night. The matter of Huang subordinate officials.

And the Northern Territory has always been blessed by the god of death.While offering all kinds of praises to the god of death, they will naturally make the most of their relationship with the god of death.

In fact, based on Ye Huang's "read it out" just now, Feng Zhu guessed that Ye Huang knew very well that he wrote this thing.

As for how this god knew... Those guys in the Northern Territory have a lot of tricks, even if a note is attached to the top of this pile of poems, it is enough for Ye Huang to know which poem is from him. up.

His previous hymn made Ye Huang suddenly have a weakness, so it is not surprising that Reaper took an interest in his earliest hymn.

The key lies in the second sheet of paper under that hymn.

Before, Feng Zhu roughly glanced at the number of papers in the wooden box, no matter what, there must be hundreds of them.

And based on his understanding of the group of people in the Northern Territory, although they would put some hymns of various types, most of them must be in the style of respect and stability.

In addition, the blunt words on the second piece of paper are not at all the type that Ye Huang can see.

So for a moment, Feng Zhu wondered whether this piece of paper was ranked second because of Ye Huang's evil taste of wanting to watch a play.

But judging from Ye Huang's overly sullen expression at the moment, he really thought too much about all this.

The second piece of paper was just a subtle coincidence after all.

After all, no matter what, the God of Death Yehuang has lived for tens of thousands of years.Just because of his five-figure age and his indifferent personality, he wouldn't do such childish things.

"... What are you doing here?"

Ye Huang's voice was already hoarse, but at this moment his voice seemed a little lower than usual.

Even the way he looked at Feng Zhu had a hint of a dark tide.

Feng Zhu naturally noticed Ye Huang's attitude of not wanting to mention those two poems at all, it seemed that this guy was really disgusted by the words and sentences he just read.

So Fengzhu stopped asking for trouble to mention anything more, and directly stated his purpose of coming today:

"Tomorrow is the day of the gathering of the gods, so I want to ask if you will attend."

The three main gods of the first nine competitions of the gods participated in the order of the god of death, the god of madness, and the god of wine.The Dionysus of Dionysus had already made an appearance in the previous competition, and this time it is logical that Ye Huang should make an appearance again.

However, in the world of the gods, it seems that there is no common sense at all. No one can be 100% sure who will play this year until the last moment.

So if Ye Huang gave a negative answer today, Feng Zhu would be prepared to take a little risk and leave at 23 o'clock on the 11rd according to the previous plan.

But fortunately, things are not that bad, and the answer given by Death God at this moment is affirmative.

——Because Fengzhu received a brand new robe thrown by the other party.

The subordinate officials of each god have specific costumes.

Fengzhu has never seen the subordinate officials of other main gods, and he doesn't know what the standard robes of others look like.

One reason is that he didn't stay in the Central Territory for a long time, and the other reason is that other than Ye Huang, the other two main gods have never appointed any existence as their subordinate officials.

Let alone the main god, even those first-level gods and second-level gods rarely choose subordinate officials.

After all, the position of subordinate officer is similar to the four knights of the Eastern King, directly in the position of one person under one person and above ten thousand people. The gods have always only let their absolute cronies take up this position.

However, most of the gods are arrogant and withdrawn, and it is almost impossible for them to easily believe in other existences.

In fact, this is one of the reasons why he was targeted by the gods of the first universe after he became a subordinate officer of Ye Huang.

——Because he himself is an unreasonable alien.

The topic is a bit off topic.

Feng Zhu withdrew his wandering thoughts, then lowered his eyes to the robe in his hand.

Regardless of the costumes of the subordinate officials of the other main gods, the standard robes of the subordinate officials of the Death God look quite similar to the robes of the god himself.

The biggest difference between the two is probably that the back of Ye Huang's robe is empty, but the back of his robe is embroidered with the death bird, which symbolizes death.

After all, at this moment, he still bears the name of the subordinate officer of the God of Death, so he should bear the totem of the God of Death as a matter of course.

Feng Zhu is picky on weekdays, but today he has no time to pick on the style of this robe.

What he cared more about was the meaning behind this brand-new robe—it meant that Ye Huang had plans to attend the gathering of the gods, and he would bring his subordinate officials along to attend according to the practice among the gods.

Otherwise, Reaper wouldn't have thrown him this thing so boringly.

This is barely good news.

After Fengzhu asked about this matter, seeing that the god of death not far away seemed to have no intention of speaking again, he turned around and left the temple of the god of death.

Because he still needs a little time to perfect all the details as much as possible, so as to think of specific countermeasures in the face of various accidents.After all, he didn't want to think about what he should do at the moment when he encountered an accident.

That is simply asking for death.

But when Feng Zhu left, the atmosphere in the main hall of the Death God Hall, which had already returned to silence, was too depressing.

After a long time, Ye Huang finally walked towards the half-abandoned god seat.

However, he didn't sit on the throne and close his eyes to meditate as usual, but just stood in front of the throne and calmly looked down at the luxurious wooden box on the ground that had been closed by wind candles.

——There was one thing that Feng Zhu was wrong about.

——The order of the top two sheets of paper in the wooden box is no coincidence.

Although it wasn't a deliberate effort, it was indeed the order that Ye Huang personally set aside.

When Feng Zhu brought this wooden box into the hall at first, Ye Huang didn't intend to pay attention to it at all.

For thousands of years, the things sent from the Northern Territory have always been ashes on the steps of the Temple of Death.It wasn't until the next year that they sent new gadgets that they packed up last year's things and took them away, so as not to block the passage in front of the Temple of Death.

Because no one can enter the Death God's Temple all year round, this matter has never been spread.

Therefore, when Feng Zhuchu was a subordinate officer more than two years ago, he had no way of knowing this news, so he brought them back to the temple for the first time according to the usual way other gods treat these things.

At that time, Ye Huang didn't bother to pay attention to these trivial matters, so he didn't stop Feng Zhu's move.

And Fengzhu itself is considered interesting, after finding that he was not interested in those things at all, he put them all in the most remote palace of the Death God's Temple, so as not to block them in front of him.

At that time, Yehuang didn't even tell Feng Zhu that the Temple of Death would not accept these things, and now he won't say anything to Feng Zhu because of these boring things.

So maybe the so-called destiny really exists in this world.

If he had revealed the practice of the Death God Temple more than two years ago, Feng Zhu would not have taken back the wooden box five days ago.

And he would not smell the familiar aroma of rosemary from the wooden box.

Before meeting Feng Zhu, Ye Huang actually hated perfumes extremely.

Because his sense of smell is too keen, even ordinary floral scents can annoy him to the extreme—so even if he can control life and death, the garden in his temple is still barren.

But Ye Huang unexpectedly held back the smell of perfume on Feng Zhu's body.

Not only because the scent of the perfume used by Feng Zhu is too light, so that only a vague and hazy meaning remains in his sense of smell, but also because Ye Huang knows why Feng Zhu must use perfume.

the reason is simple.

Fengzhu, who had just come to Central Territory, was in a very difficult situation. He needed to use perfume to slightly cover up the human breath on his body, so that he would not be noticed by the gods as a human being before he showed his face.

When he was used to the perfume but then removed it, he might be able to confuse the inherent cognition of the gods at a critical moment, thereby increasing the possibility of survival for himself.

At that time, in order to make this survival scene more interesting, Ye Huang also acquiesced to what Feng Zhu did.

And after that, Ye Huang gradually got used to the faint rosemary on Feng Zhu's body.

Sometimes even Ye Huang couldn't help but wonder if it was doomed from the moment he chose to ignore Fengzhu to pick up the things in the Northern Territory, from the moment he chose to hold back the rosemary scent lingering on Fengzhu's body He will always back down again and again when facing Fengzhu?

Not only did he give in repeatedly, but it was almost to the point where there was no way to retreat.

After reading this, Ye Huang leaned over and picked up the wooden box under his feet, and then looked at Feng Zhu's rather elegant handwriting on the first page.

Because of the scent of rosemary that he smelled by chance, he walked into a remote palace that he had never entered before and took out this wooden box.

Just because of this rosemary fragrance, which was very similar to Fengzhu's, he began to read the words of praise that he was so tired of.

Then he saw the hymn from Wind Candle.

In fact, Beiyu attached a piece of paper to explain the origin of this hymn. Even though the words written by Feng Zhu many years ago were not as sharp and profound as they are now, Ye Huang still recognized this hymn at a glance. Who wrote what is on the paper.

He has already said it.

As long as it was Feng Zhu, as long as it belonged to Feng Zhu, he would never admit his mistake.

It's not that Yehuang couldn't see Fengzhu's loose meaning when he wrote these words, and it's not that he didn't know what Fengzhu did after seeing his true face, but he still wanted to hear the other party say the aftermath of this poem. half content.

Maybe all this is just because of his sudden curiosity, maybe there are other reasons why he is so obsessed with this poem, it doesn't matter.

Ye Huang always did whatever he wanted, so he put this piece of paper on the top of the wooden box, and asked Feng Zhu directly when he waited for Feng Zhu to come over.

Later he also casually read some hymns written by others.

However, as expected, there has never been a song that has become his Achilles' heel without warning like Feng Candle.

So that he could not refuse, nor could he forget.

Even the not-so-moving hymn above the wooden box at this moment made his heart agitated.

Ye Huang couldn't remember how long he had been waiting for Feng Zhu.

He never cared about such things as time, so he just vaguely felt that he had waited for a very long time.

It was so long that he even read all the hymns in the box for the first time.

He presumably shuffled all the poems below the first, except the first, which never changed.

After Ye Huang sneered and came back to his senses, those straightforward poems were already ranked under the paper written by Feng Zhu.

Regarding this, Ye Huang just glanced at it with a frown, but he didn't have the time to rearrange it.

In fact, he also wondered what Feng Zhu would look like when he read out those things.

And when Fengzhu walked into the main hall again, Ye Huang leaned on the throne and closed his eyes to meditate, and suddenly realized—maybe he really ignored the existence of time before.

So much so that what he thought was a long period of time was just a day that even human beings would think was particularly short.

During this day, Ye Huang also thought about what the second half of Feng Zhu's unfinished poem would be like.

However, when the other party really said it, Ye Huang suddenly didn't want to know.

Of course he knew that Feng Zhu was talking nonsense.

But he also knew that what Fengzhu said was not a lie.

At that moment, Ye Huang seemed to feel a feeling very similar to the pain when he was backlashed.

It's just that this time he was not injured, but it was far more unbearable than being seriously injured.

Ye Huang thought that what Feng Zhu said about yearning, watching, and fate bowing his head to the crown was already the limit of what he could say.

However, when the phrase "tiamo (I love you)" was casually spit out by the other party, all the emotions that Ye Huang had suppressed before finally lost control.

At that moment, he knew what it was like to be shocked by thunder.

At the same moment, he calmed down like never before.

He suddenly understood why he wanted to know the content of the second half of Fengzhu's poem so much.

That's not because of any curiosity, it's just because he wants to hear an answer that is diametrically opposed to reality from Feng Zhu.

All the while, he was just kidding himself.

He cares about wind candles.

He noticed that because of Fengzhu, he clearly understood the boundary between life and death.

Wind candle is alive, it is life;

Feng Zhu died, it was death.

The so-called life and death are as simple as that.

Ye Huang closed his eyes and suppressed all emotions.

Then he took out a huge cuboid material again, and raised his sword to carve it again.

Half a minute later, a brand new divine seat appeared in the main hall.

At first glance, this god seat seems to be the same as the original one except that the armrest has changed from a dragon shape to a vine shape.

However, behind the sacred seat that no one saw, there was carved a totem composed of withered vines and a dead bird.

The ancient dead vine has gold as its trunk and gems as its branches.

There is only a bird of death hovering over it vaguely.

It seems to be leaving, and it seems to be returning.

Even Ye Huang couldn't understand what kind of emotion he had when he carved this totem.

But there is one thing he is clear about.

The reason why he attended the Gathering of the Gods tomorrow night has never been related to such boring things as the Universe Contest.

He just wants to use this to tell those guys in Zhongyu that Fengzhu is his death bird.

It was and is now.