Chapter 82: The Most Precious Thing

The dull college career makes people achieve nothing, Su Muqiu feels guilty about her ordinariness, but at the same time, she is lucky to want to enjoy this worry-free life with peace of mind, anyway, her parents will help solve anything.

And in the future? Such a self...... Is there a future?

In the final analysis, he is now just a moth that sucks the blood and sweat of his parents, and he is unwilling to work hard, and he can't even complain.

Life is over, if you want to survive in the future...... Or maybe you can't survive at all, right?

This kind of life is completely meaningless.

In the end, what do you live for?

He was confused for a long time, but the result was desperate, he couldn't find any reason at all, just lived for the sake of living.

Such a self is just a burden!

With a light sigh, with a trace of nostalgia that even he didn't know where he came from, Su Muqiu chose to end this boring life.

The white ceiling, the heavy and pungent smell of disinfectant water, and the "dripping" sound of countless people's hearts beating in the medical equipment.

"Not dead yet......"

Su Muqiu felt that the sunlight by the windowsill was a little dazzling, and turned her head slightly, and a slightly rickety figure quickly came into view......

Club of the Gods.

Ye Tianhu drank the wine cup after cup, and when he didn't know how many glasses he poured, he finally felt satisfied and was ready to walk away.

At this moment, Su Muqiu, who had been sleeping on the sofa for several years, suddenly moved, and a little moisture overflowed from the corners of her moist eyes.

The soul like liquid gold was separated from the physical body, and the huge divine power resonated strongly with the void and a certain law existing in the world, and gradually had a tendency to merge!

"Oh, it's time."

Ye Tianhu's idea of leaving was immediately interrupted, and he did it again, pouring a glass of green wine, but he was not in a hurry to drink it.

"This guy's life is so short, I slept for 60 years."

Muttering in his mouth, Ye Tianhu's handsome face showed a trace of remembrance, and he poured down the wine in the cup, looking at the other side calmly and vicissitudes.

As Su Muqiu's soul continued to detach from his body, correspondingly, the body that belonged to him was gradually becoming transparent and disappearing little by little.

Suddenly!!

The body that had disappeared most of it, and was almost completely transparent, opened his eyes, as if he was unwilling to disappear, and the intense light released from his pupils frightened Ye Tianhu into dropping his wine glass.

The strong thought quickly stabilized the transparent body, and little by little it solidified, and the circulation system formed by the originally revealed gold and blue scabbard and magic circuit was once again contained by the body.

With the rapid return of the liquid gold-like soul, Su Muqiu stretched out as if nothing had happened, and stretched out long as Ye Tianhu's expression of opening his mouth as if his jaw was dislocated.

"Residence...... It didn't work out?!! ”

Ye Tianhu's messy expression looked extremely surprised, and even his voice became slightly sharper, indicating that someone had forcefully smashed his three views into glass ballast.

"No wow, my life is really relieved, speaking of which, if there is no interference, my original life trajectory is like that, so useless......"

"Then why do you still keep the container??"

completely ignored Su Muqiu's fragmented thoughts, or the god of the toilet only had this problem in his mind now, and he was completely out of shape.

"Because...... This is the most precious thing they left me. ”

Su Muqiu's palm stopped on his chest, feeling the heartbeat that had never stopped, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Thank you. Thank you for giving me life and bringing me into this world. Thank you......

"But...... But in this way, you will not be able to trust the void and take the key step of turning into a god?!! ”

Ye Tianhu glared at Su Muqiu incredulously, his eyes were like looking at a monster, no! Not even a monster can make him lose his temper like this!

It feels like seeing a beggar who is about to freeze to death suddenly gets a huge sum of money that will keep him free for three lifetimes, but that damn beggar, mom Dan actually took the money to make a fire to keep warm!

Hate iron but not steel? Damn, this is beyond the scope of the loser, ah, this is death, right? This is death! That's death!

"It's like you're putting your soul in the toilet."

Su Muqiu glanced at him obliquely, and his nonchalant tone turned into the sharpest mending knife, and stabbed Ye Tianhu in the heart with a puff.

"Lying down, it can't be better at all! These are two different things!! ”

Ye Tianhu directly blew his hair, like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, and let out a cynical howl. That expression is like a poor man holding a Noki duck in his mouth, watching the rich and handsome man with bitterness and hatred and knocking nails madly with love.

Damn, although this is the correct usage of love crazy, but I feel sorry for Mao to look good, and I have the urge to burst into tears.

"What's the matter, in my eyes, money is no different from paper."

"Damn, I'm not just in charge of paper paper, okay?"

"Got it, senior director."

“……”

Ye Tianhu rolled his eyes, the strong emotional fluctuations ended here, this is not his god, the jealousy and hatred that he did not calm just now came from the group **, although he felt a pity, but after all, he did not waste his opportunity, he just felt very angry and unhappy.

"But that's fine."

Ye Tianhu also figured it out in a moment, and said: "Although it is a step to ascend to the sky by directly transforming into a god, it also cuts off the possibility of making progress again, and keeping the physical body as a container, although it is slim, there is still a possibility of continuous strength in theory." ”

"Are you all but using this clumsy excuse to cover it up now?"

Su Muqiu said righteously, staring at Ye Tianhu with a righteous gaze.

"Clumsy peat, I'm comforting you, okay?"

"You think I'm you, so I don't need to be comforted like a girl."

Su Muqiu skillfully mended the knife, with an expression of infinite contempt, completely ignoring Ye Tianhu's eyes that were about to kill, and finally tried his best to persuade himself not to make a verbal argument.

"How about it, don't you dare to rap?"

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"Speaking of which, I've been drunk for four years, and I haven't cultivated magic at all, who should I ask to lose money? You? Or which bartender? ”

“……”

Ye Tianhu sighed helplessly, looking extremely sad.

"I'm so tired, people are the god of wine, not the bartender."

"There is no distinction between high and low professions, anyway, they are selling alcohol."

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