Chapter 675: Young Marshal of the Republic of China (39)
He walked to the window.
Sick and dead people can also be seen everywhere outside the hotel.
Each small plane has its own life and death calamity, and as the main god, he doesn't care about that.
Originally, I didn't care who it was.
Feng tilted his eyes slightly, looking at his slender and white fingers, a faint flame jumped from his fingertips, reflecting his narrow and beautiful eyes, and his emotions were not shocked.
The invisible divine power began to fluctuate, the small plane began to be washed, and the invisible divine power spread out in a circle, and all the filth was gradually washed away.
The body of the main god is also gradually revealing its original appearance in the continuous divine power.
A slender and beautiful young man, with long eyelashes like butterfly wings, fair and beautiful cheeks, pursing his lips to reveal a small dimple, and his lips are like petals, thin and red.
He raised his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of light-colored eyes, and the emotions of the gods were hidden under the eyelashes.
It's as if nothing will be seen in the eyes.
The emotions of God, everything is empty.
The germs began to dissipate, and the red spots began to subside on the sleeping patients on the side of the street.
- The power of the Lord God.
This was the first time he had intervened in the Heavenly Dao of the small plane. I just want to get back to space sooner.
The boy quietly looked at the street below, lowered his hand slightly, and slowly extinguished the flame at his beautiful fingertips.
The next day.
The people in the inn awoke from their slumber, and the guards looked at each other, but they couldn't remember why they had come to the inn.
Two people disappeared from the ranks, and no one had any doubts. No one noticed.
The sun rises on one side of the street, and someone wakes up in a daze, looking at the red spots on his body with a dull look and a new skin color.
The patients looked incredulous, and after repeated examinations and confirmations, they finally looked up at the sky blankly.
…… Divine gifts.
On this day, countless dying people were brought back to life, running in ecstasy and shouting thanks to the gods for their grace. Many later recalled that day with reverence and awe.
The Yun family still guards the capital from the suffering of war. The original fragment of the identity of the main god was forgotten, and the military power was automatically grafted into the hands of the master of the Yun family.
It's just that occasionally someone feels wrong.
I only vaguely remember that the Yun family has excellent ability, and no one is an opponent, and they are the patron saints of the capital.
Now the military power is still in the hands of the Yun family, but it only feels mediocre, and it is just worthy of fighting against the coalition army.
But in any case, with the protection of the Yun family, the people of the capital can live a few more days of peace in the troubled times, and they don't have to accept the baptism of war.
This is a rare peace.
……
A few months later.
Tao Lin shrank in the corner, looking at the people passing by.
The plague had passed, and she had not contracted the disease. But after Lin Qing recovered from her illness, she drove her out of the house without saying a word.
She wept bitterly and repented, saying how much she loved him, but she only got a cold look from the other party.
"Miss Tao's love, Lin is not blessed."
When he was seriously ill, he had a mean look every day, never took care of him, and sometimes he was irritable, and even insulted him.
This kind of love, he is really unblessed.
He was ashamed that he had been deceived by Tao Linqing.
Tao Linqing was completely driven away.
She returned to Tao's house, but Tao's father disliked her being driven away by her husband and left the Tao family and didn't want her to come back.
The mother was timid and cowardly, and only dared to secretly stuff some money for her and let her go as far as possible.
Tao Linqing gritted his teeth and left the Tao family, his eyes were resentful, and his heart was full of anger.