"The god is gifted and intelligent, the bones are amazing, and he has a heart of fraternity, if he lets him do it, the god must be a generation of Ming Jun.

Does it have to be so many killings?

Do you have to rule the entire Five Realms to be willing?

Why do you torture the Divine Lord so much?"

Si Ming had too many things to say, and in the end they all turned into trembling lips, Si Ming clenched his fists and swallowed them all, and he gave up the original brightness and arrogance.

He slowly lowered his head, his back bent, and said insensitively, "Yes." ”

Shangguan Qianrui waved his hand like a dog, "Okay, you stand down." ”

......

Si Ming dragged his body back to the Xingyue Pavilion, and a few strands of white hair were faintly visible between the bundled hair.

The guards at the door were in a trance when they saw Si Ming, and all the beings in the heavenly realm had to call Si Ming Lord when they saw him, and the former spirit was gone, and his eyebrows were full of tired old age.

Si Ming walked numbly into his attic, not responding to these glances, like a soulless shell.

The door closes.

It's a different story.

Hanging in the middle of the air, surrounded by a dark blue canopy, on which are displayed twenty-eight constellations, this scene is far more shocking than what you can see from the world looking up at the sky, the major constellations are in order, the light emitted is bright but not dazzling, and if you look closely, each star has a unique pattern.

In the center of the attic is a huge stone that reaches to the sky, on which the lives of all living beings in the human world and the immortals who have gone through the calamities in the human world are recorded.

And Lord Si Ming is the chief steward here.

Only he can modify the Book of Fortunes.

The Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Underworld are not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Realm, and the beings of these three realms are not reincarnated, and their lives are in their own hands.

With a wave of his hand, Si Ming turned out the book of the divine master's life.

At this moment, the life book of the god lord is flashing red, which is a hint that there is an abnormality, and the ghost and demon mother are the variables.

However, this red color is a little soft and warm, like a sunset falling into the sea, and the red light has orange tones, warming the entire sea.

A soft light glows through the speculum and is projected in the sky.

On the Yangtze River Bridge, the snow was falling, and the two were wearing the same long black down jackets.

The young man is tall, and he opens his down jacket and embraces the girl into his arms, looking like he has the satisfaction of the world.

The girl wrapped her arms around the boy's waist, her head tilted, her small chin resting against his chest, her lips were red, and her smile was like a flower.

The magnetic field of happiness spreads around the two of them.

Si Ming barely dared to look at the smile on the Divine Master's face.

He watched the Divine Lord grow up, and under the manipulation of Shangguan Qianrui, the Divine Lord had never been so happy. Above the high temple, the god is above all else, but he is lonelier than anyone else.

Si Ming couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and with a wave of his hand, the picture was scattered.

Open the book of fate.

Pick up a pen and quickly write down the cause of death: lung cancer

While filling in the time, the hand holding the pen paused, hanging in the air.

Think about it for a long time.

Slowly encircled the world for two months on the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year.

put down the pen, and the corners of Si Ming's mouth were bitter, "It's good that this time it's no longer the New Year of the god alone, at least it's past this year." ”

Suddenly, a mad woman rushed over, screaming sharply, her eyes widened like brass bells, "Is it you?

It's not an exaggeration to say that she is a crazy woman, wearing colorful clothes, messily put together, and her hair is scratched and exploded.

The eyes were wide, almost at their limit, and the whites of the eyes surrounded the pupils, and when they were opening a little wider, there was no doubt that the corners of the eyes would tear.

She even walked in a weird way, limping one leg and slanting one slanted.

His face was flushed with anger.

At this moment, she tugged at Si Ming's sleeve, the bloodshot whites of her eyes were entrenched one by one, and she only repeated one sentence sharply, "Is it you, is it you." ”

Several maids ran in panting, and said in a panic, "Lord Si ordered me to spare my life, if we didn't pay attention, Mrs. Qingyao ran out." ”

"Stand down first. Si Ming said coldly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Qing Yao.

Qing Yao seemed to have lost consciousness, she shook her head unconsciously, and kept repeating, "Is it you?!Is it you!Is it you?"

Sometimes the syllables are indistinct, but she is very stubborn and does not stop, as if given a day, she will keep saying like this.

Si Ming's eyes fluctuated.

Fingers gently stroked Qingyao's hair, smoothing it out.

Qing Yao's eyes were red, and she moved her hand from side to side irritably.

Si Ming was not anxious, patiently comforted her, touched her head, and stroked her face.

Suddenly, his eyes were red.

A big man completely collapsed at this moment, touched his wife's face, and couldn't cry, "Yaoyao, what do you say I should do......?" I feel like I'm not going to live, I really ...... I can't hold it anymore. ”

Seeing his tears, Qing Yao looked at him ignorantly, her eyes were confused, but it was rare to be quiet.

But the mouth is still repeating, but the volume has dropped a lot, and it is not so hoarse.

"It's not you, it's not you......"

Si Ming cried like a boy.

It's me, it's me who made you like this......

The two people on the bridge were still immersed in happiness.

The first snow has not stopped.

"Let's go, let's go back to the hotel, go back and change our clothes and take a shower, don't freeze anymore." Han Mo and Hua Simu separated themselves a little.

"Okay. Hua Simu dusted off the snow on his head, and motioned for Han Mo to lower his head and dust off the snow on his head for him, "Okay, let's go." ”

Thinking of something, Hua Simu, who was pulling Han Mo, suddenly stopped.

"Wait, let's take a picture to commemorate it. Hua Simu took out his mobile phone from his arms.

Hua Simu is actually a person with a special sense of ritual, and likes to take pictures to record the bits and pieces of life.

This is where they are together, and it is also the place where they kiss each other for the first time, but unfortunately in H City, when they return to N City, they can't think of coming over immediately.

Han Mo followed her.

Hua Simu raised her arms.

Han Mo is too tall, the two are not in the same picture, only Han Mo's Adam's apple with kiss marks and a resolute chin in the picture.

So, Han Mo walked on the horse, opened his two long legs, supported his hands on his knees, and lowered his height to cooperate with Hua Simu.

From the back, it's really funny.

However, this time, Han Mo rightfully approached Hua Simu, and his face was ten centimeters away from Hua Simu.

There was a smile in his eyes.

Hua Simu obediently compared a yes.

Their hair was slightly wet with snow, white snowflakes fell on their hair and shoulders, and behind them was a vast snowfall, and the light of the Ferris wheel gave a warm light to the background.

The tail of Hua Simu's eyes was slightly red by the wind, and the cherry gloss on her lips disappeared, leaving a more natural red, slightly swollen, the edges of her lips were blurred, revealing a little ambiguous, and her porcelain white face was even more beautiful.

Han Mo's short hair was wet and wisps, matching his god-like cold and handsome face.