The eyes were full of vivid corpses in an instant, and the village, which was noisy and irritating a moment ago, fell into boundless silence.

The plague god slowly descended from the sky and gradually calmed down.

Then he watched the scene at this moment coldly, feeling a little ironic.

The fire is still burning, and the souls of the dead are gone.

One by one, they were driven in a row in shackles, and escorted down to where they should go.

One after the other, with their eyebrows lowered and their eyes lowered, no longer arrogant or crazy as before. Occasionally, he glanced at him, and he hurriedly withdrew it with panic. tame as a flock of lambs.

When you are a mortal, you will never have this "courtesy".

Those faces that are either disgusted and scolded, or scheming are still in front of them, but after experiencing the line of life and death, they finally know what they are, and know that as a mortal, whether it is an official or a citizen, they should bow to her.

However, this was not what she wanted.

Whether or not these people are innocent, this is not the outcome she wants.

Because, that woman will never come back.

Even, due to his own sluggish awakening, even the final farewell and entrustment of the ghost are not in time.

If she can still live well, Huanyan, I'd rather be that mortal Huanyan. continues to be her daughter obediently, even if she will be spurned by those pickled things, even if she needs to hold her tail to be a person.

As long as she's alive.

As long as she is still a happy mother.

Pity......

If the awakening of the divine consciousness is only exchanged for the awe of irrelevant people, and all that is left is unbearable pain, don't do it. Because in her opinion, Fang Cai's belated gaze was like a joke.

"The little god respectfully asks the plague god to return to his place. ”

This room is lamenting to itself, and in that room, an old man with white eyebrows and white beard suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With a gentle smile on his face, he politely waited for the plague god to respond.

The plague god turned his head when he heard this, but his cold and sharp gaze startled the old man.

The old man looked up and down himself, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so this was another salute: "The little god respectfully invites the plague god to return to his place." ”

"Call the plague god again, watch your tongue!" the plague god scolded.

It's really unenlightening.

She was scolded for several years, and finally dragged down her mother because of the name of the plague god, and at this time, someone came to remind her that she was a real plague god, how can people accept it?

The old man didn't know that Lord Plague God was mourning Hongchen's experience and it was difficult to pull it out, and when he saw that she was looking at the dead corpses on the ground for a long time, he thought that the other party had compassion and pity these mortals, so he spoke again: "Lord of the Plague ——, Palace, this matter is over, don't feel too much." ”

The plague god ignored him.

The old man's mission was to pick up the main god, and when he saw that the other party did not say a word and left, he ignored himself and was bored. After turning around in place a few times, my heart lit up, and then I pinched my fingers and said the trick, urging a gust of wind and rain.

The rain was dripping down, and after the plague god sensed it, he couldn't help but glare at the old man again: "You are very idle?"

The old man didn't know what was going on, and he smiled: "There are no stars and no moon tonight, and there is such a situation in front of you, and the little god will give you a scene." ”

"I don't need you to be so considerate!" said Lord Plague God, gritting his teeth, "If you're really too idle, let's go look elsewhere." The catastrophe...... It's time to count enough. ”

"Don't worry, hall master, there is a remnant of your blood and qi here, and it will be dispersed by a wind and rain, and no matter how much you want to do near Fang Yuan, you can't do it. The old man replied with crooked eyebrows, and suddenly sighed that he was smart, and he had lost a trip to trouble invisibly, "As for other places, with the presence of the gods, they will soon be safe and sound." ”

The plague god was silent again.

The old man continued to spin in circles in boredom.

Turning around, he suddenly felt the breath of the living person approaching, and hurriedly stopped and stepped forward: "Hall master, someone is coming." ”

Seeing that Lord Plague God didn't know himself, he had to hurriedly inform, "Hall Master, the little god has come to the Nether Realm to pick you up this time, and he has not been tasked with contacting mortals......"

"Hide. The plague god finally snorted and interrupted his chatter.

"Oh. The old man replied, "The little god will take refuge for a while, and when the hall master decides to leave, he will call the little god out." After finishing speaking, the streamer flashed and concealed his figure.

The plague god was silent, but his attention had already shifted from the front to the back.

Before the old man could speak, she had already noticed the approaching of the living person, and she also heard the footsteps——, the people who came should be the father and second brother of the mortal Huanyan.

The father and son were the youngest daughters, and they chased all the way back to the village from the town.

The plague god did not rush over as usual, and threw himself into the arms of his father and brother with an innocent smile.

She hesitated.

I don't know if my father and brother can accept her when they find out that their daughter and sister have suddenly become gods.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to face it calmly.

She has indeed become a god, but no one has ever said that if she becomes a god, she can no longer continue to be someone's daughter and sister.

People outside the Plague God Temple, she can't care, up and down the Plague God Temple, she has the final say.

With his mind in mind, he straightened his clothes and turned around.

Turning around, their eyes met, but the plague god found that there were eyes in the eyes of the two people opposite her that she could never forget.

Those two pairs of eyes were full of fear, cringe, disbelief, and all kinds of complex emotions, but there was no joy and pampering in the past.

All emotions are summed up in one word—distance.

The plague god refused to admit this perception at that time, and deliberately changed back to the tone of the mortal's face, and called to the opposite side: "Dad." ”

A cordial call did not result in the same cordial response, but he saw that the other party subconsciously took a step back with a shrunken face.

The eyes may choose to interpret it in their own way because of their state of mind, and this cringe step back can no longer be ignored.

One step to each other, one step to the chasm, one step, heavenly/earthly.

The heart of the plague god suddenly fell to the bottom.

The other party may also realize his gaffe, and then take a step back.

Seeing this, the plague god's cold heart warmed up a little.

Although this step looks a little reluctant, the step is much smaller than the step when it was taken back, and it is always a sense of intimacy, isn't it?

Her father still recognized her.

The next moment, I heard the man timidly ask, "Are you a demon or a demon?"

The plague god ignored the demon word and replied, "Dad, I am Yan'er." ”

The man did not answer, as if he had exhausted all his strength for the question just now.

The young man next to him tightened his hand holding the man's arm, and plucked up the courage to retort: "You are talking nonsense! My sister can't ...... It couldn't be ......."

"It's impossible to kill?" the plague god knew what he was going to say, so he simply said it for the other party. After speaking, he suddenly became a little angry at the words of the two people in front of him, and sneered, "It's just a group of Ah things, kill and kill." ”

When the two of them heard this, they changed color again, and subconsciously retreated.

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