Laiguan doesn't know and doesn't care.

He only focused on creating his own power.

He didn't even inform Yun Feng about this god-making in advance.

So much so that at that time, a cub whose mind and body were far inferior to those of other main gods was awakened from a deep sleep alone.

Immature pale face.

Sweating from the forehead.

Boundless darkness emerged from all directions, condensing into a gray mist that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and finally piled on the little girl, creating the room as it was.

Laiguan ......

Grass.

Yun Feng's eyes gradually turned infinitely close to black crimson, the strings in his brain were tight, as if they would crack at any time, and his eyes seemed to be in a storm, lacking reason and thinking, as if he would vent the depression in his heart through his demeanor at any time.

She stepped forward and held out her hand, but couldn't touch 'herself'.

Yes.

It's just a memory of hers.

But now I look at it again like a bystander, and it still seems to be like empathy, and it is uncomfortable.

Lai Guan that dog thing.

How many gods were created in the first place?

Although she was not very strong at that time, the amount of negative emotions required for her to reach the tipping point of madness was very high.

That dog thing, did you make a legion with a muffled voice?

Yun Feng withdrew his hand and silently looked at his 'self' who was still in pain in front of him.

The little girl curled up her small body, and crushed the last porcelain vase in the room with great strength that contrasted with her figure, and finally could not bear it anymore and passed out.

Before she passed out, the little girl didn't know what she had done.

The gray mist that was constantly being delivered into her body seemed to have been forcibly cut off by someone, so that she suddenly lost her destination.

After a moment's hesitation around, the gray mist scattered as if they were alive.

meantime

Yun Feng's picture has changed dramatically again.

……

A palatial room, full of golden light representing luxury, lamps inlaid with dazzling gems, delicate carpets on the floor, coffee tables, expensive porcelain vases on the counter, and even the pillars of the hall are carved with beautiful patterns.

Shine to the top.

Everywhere is extravagant and exquisite.

This is the God of Wealth's favorite decoration style.

Wherever the God of Wealth basically goes, he will modify it like this.

From the analysis of the position of the bed and the door, Yun Feng should still be in his room, but all the things in the room have been replaced and sorted out by the God of Wealth, and it has become such a luxurious appearance again.

Right now, the God of Wealth is sitting next to Yun Feng's bed, and his gentle voice is like a willow leaf in March gently caressing the tip of his heart.

"Awake?"

This time he changed back to the first perspective, and Yun Feng could only see the God of Wealth when he looked up.

However.

She had rarely seen the God of Wealth so embarrassed.

Everyone knows that the God of Wealth is famous for her gentleness, but now, what attracts more attention than that warm smile is the few shocking scars on her body.

The original golden light on his body seemed to have dimmed a lot, and the corners of his eyes revealed tiredness, as if he had just had his energy in a hard fight.

That's it.

Still in the mood to rearrange her room?

If it weren't for the fact that this was a real thing in his memory, Yun Feng almost thought that it was a fantasy deliberately created by the witch.

Seeing Yun Feng finally woke up.

The God of Wealth finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyebrows were as gentle as ever, she raised her hand and naturally landed on the top of Yun Feng's hair, and gently rubbed it twice: "Today is not the slightest good news, let's see if our Feng Feng has grown up?" ”

Indeed, after fainting that time, I woke up again and found that I had grown from one or two years old to five years old.

How long is it?

Yun Feng himself didn't know.

It's a pity that she can't interfere with what has happened in her memory, and can only feel like reading a memoir, feeling that 'herself' suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of the God of Wealth's clothes.

"How did it hurt?"

God of Wealth: "? ”

The little girl asked again with a gloomy face: "How did you get hurt?" ”

The God of Wealth didn't seem to expect that Yun Feng, who was humble about everything in the past, would suddenly care about this, and he didn't plan to hide it anyway, so he simply told Yun Feng about it.

"It's not that stupid guy Lai Guan, who suddenly wants to carry out a large-scale god-making plan, but not long after those gods were created, they all went crazy out of control, all like crazy people who only know how to kill, and it took us a lot of effort to settle down the scene."

It is said that settling down is civilized.

In reality, it is much more bloody than settling down.

But you can't say this in front of your child.

The God of Wealth held his forehead and sighed helplessly: "I've tried it on a small scale before, but I didn't expect such a big problem this time." ”

The little girl was silent.

A gray mist around her that was invisible to the naked eye seemed to sense her emotions, and she shivered in the void, trying to reduce her presence.

The God of Wealth didn't feel abnormal, and touched the little girl's head with a habitual smile: "It's okay, it's been solved." ”

The little girl hummed casually, but the irritability in her heart did not decrease.

You must know that God's recovery ability is extremely strong, but after so long, the scars on the God of Wealth have not improved at all, and obviously things are not as easy as she said.

But so what?

At this moment, even if you say it yourself.

It's just to add another worry to the God of Wealth.

It doesn't have any real effect.

It's better not to say it.

Now that the affairs of the subordinate gods have finally been resolved, and Yun Feng's side is also safe, the God of Wealth breathes a sigh of relief and is ready to leave to solve the rest of the finishing work.

Yun Feng didn't say a word and looked at the back of the God of Wealth leaving.

The picture is at the moment when the God of Wealth disappears from sight.

Transform again.

……

Countless scattered pictures floated in front of Yun Feng's eyes, all of which were things that happened in Yun Feng's own memory, except for Yun Feng who was a little manic at the beginning, and gradually watched coldly, there was no sign of collapse at all.

Seeing this, the image could only dig harder, however, the timeline of Yun Feng's life was too long, and before he was halfway through the broadcast, the image would stop eating by itself.

The picture in front of Yun Feng's eyes was shattered, and finally returned to the small room where he was at the beginning-

The witch-sama's dollhouse.

"Ahh

It seems that something that has been in the past for a long time in the image, but it seems to be just a blink of an eye outside.

Yun Feng didn't bother to dig deeper, threw out the broken neck ring, and slammed the doll against the wall with incredible force.

Bi Yue was rescued, and the panicked beauty stood up and hid behind Yun Feng.

One of the doll's arms was smashed off, but the smile on her face was not less at all, but brighter.

Yun Feng felt that it was not as good as his own smile, and he pulled out a scalpel mercilessly and threatened it: "Where is the exit?" ”

I can't see the real witch, so it's useless to continue to stay here.

And it's too strange that my own memories appear in the previous images.