Just when Du Heng thought that it was caught by the Golden Light Man this time, it would definitely burp, but he saw the stinky stone that it was talking about every day. The stinky stone seemed to be more silvery than before, but he didn't seem to remember it......

It took a long, long time for Du Heng to know that the stinky stone was originally a jade worn by his father......

It is rumored that silver jade is a companion stone that was born at the beginning of the father's spiritual consciousness, when the father opened the world, swept away the turbidity, and turned the world into a clear place, the first thing to find was its crystal clear stone.

The reason why this stone can attract the attention of the father is not only because it is good-looking, but also because the aura flowing around it is the same as the divine breath of the father, so the father is happy, so he took it away and wore it on his body, and this stone taken away by the father is the original body of silver jade.

Now that the silver jade spirit has been enlightened and has been retrieved by his father himself, it will naturally not be a pendant anymore, he is already a disciple of his father, and the silver jade god monarch with the same name as Emperor Xi and Wa Niang.

It was only then that Du Heng knew that the person who was shining with golden light all over his body, wearing stars and moons, taking away the silver jade and grabbing the dragon and bringing it back with his hands was the creator who opened the world, the god of the gods, and the father who was honored in the mouths of the gods!

A pair of slender and white hands gently closed the book, revealing the sad and slightly confused face that was originally blocked by the book, Xiao Xiao casually put the book on his chest, and crossed his hands and stacked them on top of the book.

He clutched his somewhat unsteady heartbeat, lay on the bed in a daze, and looked at the ceiling, his eyes were very sore from the incandescent light on the ceiling, and he closed them.

Again, Xiao Xiao didn't know how many times he had read this book, and every time he was in a bad mood, reading this book could magically calm his heart and forget about those messy things.

He didn't know if the story in the book was true, or even what the book was called or who the author was, because it seemed to be just a fragment of a book.

He also tried to search for the stories mentioned in the book, and also ran to many libraries to find them, but the answers he got were always so plausible.

Every time he opened the book, a strange emotion would come over him, he didn't know what was going on, maybe it was just because the story was so shocking?

Xiao Xiao thought vaguely, not knowing how many times he tried to find an explanation for this inexplicable feeling in his heart, just thinking about it, he unconsciously fell asleep......

In a wild jungle on the border of country M, the ground is covered with the wreckage of planes of different sizes, smashing and collapsing a large area of wild grass that grows wildly around it.

"Shenjun, is that him? Is this dead or alive? A man wearing a dark blue sweatshirt with a non-monkey and non-ape pattern printed on the back of the sweatshirt was staring in surprise not far ahead, lying in the grass, covered in blood, as if he had no life, and muttered.

The man who spoke was about 180 cm tall, with a round face, thick ink-like eyebrows, a pair of eyes that were surprisingly large, blinking and blinking, and a tall and small nose that seemed to be embellished on the round face, which looked very pleasing to look at, and his round and full lips were being pursed a little nervously at this time, but it did not affect the cuteness of his face at all.

Next to the baby face stood a man with short silver hair, the man was slender, and the height that was more than half a head higher than the baby face made the baby face man next to him a little thin.

Different from the cuteness of the baby face, this silver-haired man looks very handsome, the three-dimensional facial features that seem to have been carefully carved, every place is like a masterpiece of the creator, the melon seed face with clear inverted triangle water chestnut angles, the heroic slightly sharp sword eyebrows, narrow eyes, light brown eyes, long eyelashes like butterfly wings, a high nose bridge, thin but full lips, all of which show that he is the product of Nuwa's skills when she created people.

"Currently alive!"

The silver-haired man said lightly, the expression on his face was very cold, but his voice was very low and magnetic, like the top CV of the Himalayas, but it was this beautiful voice, but people couldn't feel the slightest temperature and emotion from it, that cold attitude, cold eyes, as if the person lying on the ground who was about to die was not a person at all, not even a cat or a dog.

As he spoke, the silver-haired man walked over to the dying man and crouched down, looking at him from head to toe with his X-ray scanning eyes, as if to confirm something.

If other people were present at this time, they would have noticed that this silver-haired man, and the person he was looking at, looked surprisingly similar except for the color of his hair.

After the silver-haired man seemed to have finally confirmed, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched his fingers, and a delicate small hook flashing blue light immediately appeared in his hand.

Then the man threw it upward, and the hook rose into the air, stopping right above the head of the man lying on the ground. Immediately, a blue and white ray of light shot out from the tip of the hook, as if it was connected to electric energy, and with a sizzling sound, it shot straight at the man on the ground, until the end fell into the center of his eyebrows.

In a few moments, a mist-like spirit emerged from the center of the man's eyebrows, and the shadow fell in mid-air, slowly writhing, forming a vague human shape.

The silver-haired man only glanced at the soul body floating in the air, then withdrew the small blue hook with his backhand, and another hand, as if by magic, a shape that looked like a conch appeared in his palm.

The man raised his other hand to the blurred mass and pinched a spell casually, only to see the soul body fluttering into the conch.

"The injury is not light, find a place with abundant spiritual energy to rest." The silver-haired man said and handed the conch to the baby-faced man.

"Yes, Divine Monarch!" After the baby-faced man responded, he respectfully reached out and took the conch.

That is, at the same time that the babyface took the conch, the silver-haired man disappeared into thin air, and the babyface seemed to be used to seeing it, and did not show the slightest surprise at this.

A moment later, the lifeless man who was lying in the grass, covered in blood and having his soul drawn out, slowly opened his eyes......

If there is really retribution in this world, maybe this is it!

Xiao Xiao thought to himself, if it weren't for Xiao Ze, he wouldn't have experienced this kind of self-blame that could suffocate him, and he wouldn't have felt pain all over his body as if he couldn't breathe anymore when he thought of him.

When he cruelly pushed Xiao Ze away, said that he was disgusting in a disgusted tone, asked him not to touch himself, let him stay away from him, and then left without looking back, he never expected that just a few words with emotions in his heart could push Xiao Ze into the abyss......

Retribution, this is all retribution, it is really a good reincarnation in heaven, and now it is his turn.

"Patient No. 56, Xiao Xiao, please go to the third consultation room"

In the waiting hall of the psychiatric department, with the name called on the radio, a boy wearing an inky blue baseball uniform and blue jeans stood up, the boy was very tall, about 1.85 meters by sight, his short black hair was a little messy, and the bangs on his forehead hung down with his standing movements, blocking half of his cheeks, but it could still be seen that this was a very beautiful boy.

The round goose egg face shape sets off the soft facial lines, the high nose bridge, which is more three-dimensional when viewed from the side, the thin lips are tightly pursed, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, even if there is no brilliance in his eyes at this time, it can't hide its style, but it makes it look a little more melancholy beauty, white and delicate and tight skin, showing off the youth that belongs to his age.

Well, this face seems to be a little too white......

In the room, Song Mo sorted out the manuscript paper on the table, pressed the call number at hand, rubbed his feet on the ground and gently slid back, slid the chair to the archive table behind him, reached out and took a blue folder from the table, and put the sorted manuscript paper into it.

The door was pushed open.

Song Mo closed the folder and put it back in place, then slid the chair back and sat down. looked up at the person who came in, it was him, this miserable white face, a large area of black green under his eyes, what was wrong with him?

"Sit!" Song Mo made a gesture to the person who came in, took the paper and pen in his hand, grabbed it in his hand and asked, "What does it feel uncomfortable with?" ”

There was a brief silence in the room, and after a moment the boy finally spoke: "Gay...... Isn't it disgusting? ”

When Song Mo heard this question, the hand holding the pen trembled almost invisibly, and then clenched it gently.

He raised his eyes to stare at the boy sitting opposite, but saw that the boy was only sitting very well-behaved, with his head down, motionless, as if he had not asked what he had just said.

To be exact, the boy hasn't looked up since he entered the door. He kept hanging his head, staring at the ground with dull eyes, his arms on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together, and his voice without ups and downs, like his eyes that could not see emotion, except for hollowness and hollowness.

And the question he asked just now was not so much asking Song Mo as the boy talking to himself.

Song Mo looked sideways at the patient's information displayed on the computer screen, Xiao Xiao, male, 18 years old, junior in high school, after finding that he couldn't see more information on the patient's record, Song Mo put down the pen in his hand, walked to the water dispenser, took a cup of water, and handed it to Xiao Xiao, "Drink a glass of water." ”

After a stalemate of about thirty seconds, Xiao Xiao took the water and held it in his hand.

Song Mo didn't know why, as if he felt that with the boy's action of taking the water, his heart was also relieved.

Song Mo pulled the swivel chair behind the desk to the front, sat on Xiao Xiao's side, put his arms on his knees, arched his back slightly forward, maintained the same sitting posture as Xiao Xiao and asked, "Don't you want to talk to me about you?" ”

"Isn't homosexuality disgusting?" Xiao Xiao asked again persistently.