Now.

Above the clouds.

A middle-aged man with a slightly unbearable face was kneeling.

Kneeling, a very beautiful woman was barely looking at the middle-aged man.

Beside him, there were dozens of people looking at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

The middle-aged man didn't care about what everyone thought and saw, he only knelt on the ground, and he didn't care about the woman in front of him, his hands on the ground, prostrate on the ground.

Everyone had never seen such a humble person, looking at the person in front of them, although everyone did not laugh at it on their faces, they didn't dare, they only looked at the prostrate middle-aged man in the main hall, extremely humble.

Everyone had never been so humble in this hall, and they sneered slightly in their hearts.

"As a recorder, you don't write well, what else do you have to say?"

It was cold in the temple, and even colder on the ground.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes slightly, although he was still prostrate at the moment, it did not affect the middle-aged man to see the disdainful gaze of everyone around him.

The middle-aged man was prostrate on the ground, but his faint eyes did not stop, and the hidden eyes of everyone around him flashed in his eyes.

It's a taunt.

"Orange fairy, but I'm just a recorder below, and I can't grasp the slut in the world!"

The middle-aged man was prostrate on the ground, although he saw all the colors around him in his eyes, he didn't dare to say anything.

The middle-aged man didn't wait for an answer, but he heard the ridicule of everyone around him, but he still didn't dare to get up, and bowed his head and prostrate on the ground.

"Every Tianheng Gate (Tianheng Gate inside the Overlord's Fury, I have confessed. The recorders are doing a better job than you, so why should you?"

The middle-aged man was prostrate on the ground, still not daring to look at the beautiful woman in front of him, so he hurriedly whispered: "Orange Holy Maiden, Xiao Rang that person is too cheap to do anything that has to be recorded, how can I record it, Holy Maiden?"

The middle-aged man who is crawling on the ground is called a big salted fish.

As everyone knows, as a recorder, his writing is undoubtedly the worst, and no one has ever seen such a bad recorder.

The so-called Heavenly Dao, the so-called Tianheng Gate, is to record the balance of the sky, make up for the shortcomings, and lose more than enough.

Only balance is the way of heaven.

The saint on the main hall sneered, looked at the middle-aged man who was prostrate on the ground, and sneered: "Everyone knows that you make up for the deficiency and lose more than you lose, what are you recording?"

The middle-aged man prostrate on the ground, not daring to look up at the holy saint in front of him, bowed his head and said: "Holy woman, I have done my best, Xiao Rang really didn't listen to people's arrangements, if it weren't for the arrangement of the saint, I would have wanted to kill that person directly, it's too much for anyone to see." ”

"You dare?"

The holy woman above the main hall frowned slightly and looked at the prostrate middle-aged man under His Highness, and said with a cold smile: "Tianheng Gate has never only recorded, never interfered, you actually have such thoughts?"

His Royal Highness's prostrate middle-aged man knew that he had made a mistake, buried his head lower, and said in a low voice: "Holy Maiden, I ......"

The holy woman in the hall looked down at the middle-aged man who was prostrate on the ground, and said coldly: "Tianhengmen, never only make up for the shortcomings, and the losses are more than enough, in order to achieve balance, Xiao Rang's story of that general is by no means simple, you will record it well in the future, if you are committing a crime, don't blame me for not being affectionate." ”

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!"

The middle-aged man crawled on the ground, listening to the footsteps around him, and the people around him had already left, but the middle-aged man still didn't dare to raise his head.

Finally, the voices were gone, and the hall was empty.

The middle-aged man finally raised his head and looked at the cold hall lightly, his eyes wrinkled slightly, but he didn't speak.

No one knew what the middle-aged man was thinking.

The middle-aged man's eyes began to curl up slightly, began to gather slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The last thing I'm afraid of is time, if only time can tell me the answer, then I'll wait for time, if Xiao Rang can do something normal, I'll wait for Xiao Rang, whoever can tell me the result, I'll wait for whom. ”

The main hall was already cold at the moment.

No one can hear the words of the middle-aged man, and no one can see the eyes of the middle-aged man, but the faint eyes contain countless contents.

Moment.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said: "The Iron Grinding Temple is really difficult, if there is an afterlife, I won't stay anywhere, what's wrong with being a record officer, at least I can eat and drink together, I can barely solve it if I can eat and drink, where is it that I stay in the Iron Grinding Temple now, I almost starve to death." ”

No one responded to the middle-aged man's words.

At this moment, the people on the temple had left, leaving only the empty hall and the echo of the empty hall.