Dark.

Boundless darkness, shadowy darkness.

There were wild beasts running through the dense forest, and a young man named Qin Anli was running, running, feeling that his breathing was extremely heavy.

Sure enough, this mortal body is still not very useful.

The boy stretched out his hand and held on to the big tree beside him, feeling a shaded wind blowing in the grass.

Tiger?

He looked up at the sky, and the inkstone sky was still empty and lifeless.

Sure enough, on days when there is no sun, moon and stars, animals are more presumptuous!

A gust of wind rose, and a huge beast with sharp claws and sharp teeth swooped up from behind, Qin Anli turned sideways to avoid it slightly, a flash of fire bloomed in his palm, and he raised his hand and threw it out.

The firelight lit up for a moment, reflecting the mottled tiger stripes on the beast's body and the pair of dark green eyes, and then fell on the fur in an instant.

As soon as the fire flickered, the tiger howled in pain and rolled on the ground. But no matter how it rolled, the flame did not affect it, but intensified, eventually engulfing the entire behemoth.

In just a few breaths, the tiger was burned to the ground, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

Qin Anli raised his hand slightly, withdrew the firelight, and showed a slightly mocking smile: "Mortal little beast, but the fire of fireflies, An dares to compete with the sun!"

After saying this, he patted his sleeve, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked left and right, leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it on his face, and tore his clothes twice, making a mess, and then continued to move forward.

About an hour later, when the boy appeared at the edge of the forest, he was already terrified for the rest of his life.

Far and near, someone shouted something outside the dense forest with torches, and the stars flickered among the mountains.

Qin Anli withdrew the divine power that had been released, and his face suddenly turned pale. He reached out to hold on to the tree beside him, gasping for breath, and looked intently at the outline of the house below the hillside.

This...... Is it Yifeng City?

Where she is.

He still remembered that many years ago, the day before he became the god of the sun, he went to the moon palace to visit the moon god.

That woman, Gong Yu is cold, fluorescent and jade, her gestures are light and appropriate, she is dressed in a tulle dress, her appearance is exquisite, her hair is tall and elegant, and the most impressive thing is the lingering indifference and calmness between her eyebrows.

He pretended to salute, gave gifts very politely, and then pretended to casually mention that there was an agreement about the sun and the moon equally dividing the time of this world - he was a new sun god, and the foundation power could not compare to the moon god with a stable position, and at the moment when the new and old forces were handed over, he was too afraid that the moon god would take advantage of the void!

As a result, to his surprise, the other party not only did not swear to abide by the agreement, nor did he play sloppy, but just looked ahead and hummed very casually.

At that moment, he felt that all his careful thoughts had been mercilessly pierced and nakedly exposed in front of everyone.

He coughed a little embarrassedly, and took a sip of the tea offered by the maid.

The entrance was fragrant, he was slightly stunned, and asked, what kind of tea is this?

The Qingjun woman bowed slightly: "Osmanthus tea." ”

Later, he learned that all the osmanthus tea in the Moon Palace was picked and fried by her own hands. And in the entire god realm, there are only two people who have drunk osmanthus tea in the Moon Palace.

One, naturally, is the woman, and the other is him, the new god of the sun, Qianli!

It's just that on that day, he didn't do enough homework in advance, so he didn't react to what the woman's three words of light and fluttering meant, so he simply praised two sentences and changed the topic.

Soon, he realized that the woman was not as talkative as the other gods, or rather, she was not very willing to communicate with people.

When he told him the anecdotes that always made him laugh, the woman just blinked and looked at him calmly, without any special smile. And when he intentionally or unintentionally handed over the right to speak to the other party, the woman had no desire to talk, and would not take the initiative to talk about anything, but just maintained sufficient politeness, watching him talk proudly.

In less than half an hour, he took his leave with some smugness.

The other party did not say anything to keep him, but he got up and personally sent him out of the temple gate.

When he walked down the steps at the entrance of the main hall, he glanced back, and the woman was still standing in the temple gate, her figure was straight, and when she saw him looking back, she bowed her head slightly.

He hurriedly returned the salute with his fists, and then there was no reason to stay, and strode out of the Moon Palace.

Time flies, and his power expands rapidly, except for the early days when he always went to the Moon Palace to ask for advice because of some doubts, he gradually went less.

The Heavenly Emperor was optimistic about him and entrusted him with important tasks, and even handed him the errand of guarding the Divine Realm's supreme treasure light holy relics. He is handsome and quite popular with women, and there are no gods in the god realm who don't want to have a good relationship with him.

There are a lot of social days, and every afternoon he will drink badly. A day in the sky, a year on earth, and in autumn and winter, the sunrise naturally becomes less.

The moon god silently filled in the hours of his absence without complaining.

Fortunately, he is not an unintentional person, and he will be on duty every morning to make up for this debt.

Occasionally, after he was drunk, he struggled to run to the Moon Palace, wanting to look at her and talk. She entrusted the cloud god, blocked the moon, and took the opportunity to run back to meet him.

He smells of alcohol, has no form at all, has a confused speech order, and often has a temper tantrum, yelling at a god, or smashing things.

She didn't persuade or stop, she stood aside and quietly watched him vent.

When he was exhausted and sat down on the floor, she helped him up and took a cup of tea.

Or osmanthus tea.

He drank obediently and was quiet.

Over the years, no matter what time or for what reason, I came to the Moon Palace and saw her, and there was always a cup of osmanthus tea to drink.

Over the years, he has also gotten used to drinking.

When he was sober, he probably served tea first, and talked a lot about the tea party, and she sat on the main seat, listening as quietly as she had when they first met, and did not express much opinion. When he had finished venting, and perhaps shed tears like a wounded child, she got up and handed a handkerchief.

If he is drunk when he comes, then let him vent first, and then serve tea, at this time after a cup of tea, he will sober up, maybe apologize or not, and get up to leave.

That night, he finished his tea, put down the teacup, but did not leave immediately, but looked at her steadily, and she looked at him calmly.

Both men knew that he had something to say.

The maid stepped forward to pack up the teacup.

He rubbed his red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The Emperor of Heaven has proposed marriage to me, his niece." ”

The teacup "snapped" and smashed to the ground, and time seemed to freeze in an instant.

He stared at her firmly, trying to discern a hint of emotion on her face.

He said in his heart, as long as there is a trace, as long as there is a trace, as long as there is a trace, I will reject the Emperor of Heaven!

She looked back at him, there was no fluctuation in her cold eyes, and her face was as clear as a piece of cold jade.

After a long silence, he burst out laughing.

The laughter was desolate and relieved.

He got up and arched his hand freely: "Excuse me!"

He turned and strode out, without looking back.

Time flies, and he is no longer busy with socializing, but devotes himself to his work. Even the people of the Divine Realm can feel that the heat and fire of the sun have been much stronger than before recently.

Of course, he didn't accept the Emperor's good intentions, but he didn't go to the Moon Palace again.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Above the vast canopy, he galloped wildly, enclosing his territory to his heart's content, showing his absolute strength.

And she seems to be retreating because of shame.

The days are longer and the nights are shorter.

Eventually, to the end of the day......

The impact of eternal day on the divine realm is actually not great, but for the mortal world, eternal day is simply a natural disaster.

The fairy world came up, and the wording naturally didn't dare to be too tough, but in the compliment of the gods, the worry about the collapse of the plane was still exaggerated to the maximum.

The Emperor of Heaven was furious.

At that time, he was already powerful, and the Star Monarch was numerous, and the Emperor of Heaven naturally would not punish him, so he poured all his anger on the Moon God.

The hundred gods jointly played impeachment, impeaching the moon god for dereliction of duty and disregard for the rules of heaven.

The moon god lives in the Moon Palace for a long time, is not good at talking, has no friends, and there are naturally no taboos when the gods impeach.

The Emperor of Heaven pushed the boat down the river under the "anger of the masses", demoted the moon god to the mortal world, and arranged for the new moon god, his niece, to ascend the throne.

At that time, many people forgot that the sun god had a close relationship with the moon god for a long time.

On that day, when Qianli returned from the longitudinal horse, on the way back to the Guangming Temple, he saw the street beating gongs and drums, lively and jubilant, so he reined in his horse and asked, but this question actually made a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

He hurriedly rushed to the Moon Palace, turned three floors inside and out, and didn't see the familiar cold figure.

He grabbed a maid with a familiar face: "What about her?"

His eyes were almost split, and his hair was open, and the maid was so frightened that she stammered, "...... He was demoted to the lower realm by the Emperor of Heaven......"

He felt the world spin around, let go of the maid, took two steps back, and then rushed into the heavenly palace.

The Emperor of Heaven was holding a feast, and when he saw his appearance, he thought about it for a while and understood it, and called him into the apse.

On that day, even if the guests in front of the palace were unintentional, they all heard the almost crazy roar of the Sun God, and the Heavenly Emperor suppressed the roar of "Do you believe that I let her toss and turn in the mortal world for the rest of her life and never return?!"

There was silence in front of the hall.

Everyone knows that the Divine Realm's most precious Light Relic has been enshrined in the hands of the Sun God for thousands of years, even the Emperor of Heaven cannot command the Light Relic, if he tears his face, the Sun God does not have to be afraid of anything.

But having said that, whether it is on rank, qualifications, strength, or the ability to compete with the world and skillful arguments, the Emperor of Heaven has suppressed the Sun God, not to mention that the Emperor of Heaven still has the grace of knowing and supporting the Sun God.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts, but the bias of this scale is the same. Everyone thinks that in the face of the Emperor of Heaven, the Sun God will not win anything.

Sure enough, after a long time, the face of the sun god who pushed the door out was extremely different.

And then ...... After losing the moon, the heavens also lost the sun.

No one knows where the god of the sun has gone.

But everyone knows where he went......

The wandering thoughts gradually returned. The young man named Qin Anli stood on the small hillside, among the sparse trees, clenched his fists in the flickering firelight and looming mist.

Here I am, Luna, Bloom!