"Hey, Brother Qingyun, what are you daydreaming about?"

Seeing that Qingyun was slow to speak, Deng Ru waved his hand.

Is there a story behind why this little salted fish is so salty?

"Ah...it's nothing. I really didn't like sleeping from the beginning."

Qingyun shook his cloud body and spoke as if waking up from a dream.

Talking to Deng Ru was probably the time when his CPU was mobilized the most.

At other times, His mind was not so clear.

Like the spiritual martial gods of the same level, such as Bai Shen, his brain is also half asleep and half awake, half true and half false.

There is no way, a higher level god can suppress the god of death.

When talking to Deng Ru, it was impossible to maintain that half-asleep and half-wakeful state.

"Didn't you like sleeping from the beginning? Then what made you like sleeping? As the first veteran of our Anti-Involution Alliance, well, I think we need to understand why you joined our Anti-Involution Alliance."

Someone used his divine power to conjure up something that looked like a microphone and pretended to be interviewing Qingyun God.

“........”

Qingyun God was completely speechless at this moment.

Why did you join the anti-involution alliance? Don’t you have any idea what’s going on?

Even if you don't have any strong points, you should at least have some AC points, right?

None of them?

You should have some memory, right?

Who is the one who stays awake in broad daylight, is woken up by two slaps, and then is forced to join some anti-involution alliance?

Damn, why did you join?

.......

Qingyun didn't dare to talk like that to Deng Ru.

After all, a higher level god can crush the god of death.

Qingyun and Dengru confessed everything honestly.

His past, when He was still working hard to govern the country, His past with the wind.

Tell everything honestly.

"...What happened next? Didn't He take you to deep space?"

After hearing this, Deng Ru could probably guess Feng's ending.

But he still wanted to ask.

Qingyun God was silent for a moment, and finally slowly squeezed out a piece of divine thought.

"I brought it."

Qingyun God’s memories returned to that day.

That’s when the wind breaks through the provincial level.

The God of Qingyun stayed in his city as usual, waiting for the wind to take him to the starry sky, to the farther starry sky.

To pursue freedom.

But He did not wait for the wind.

That day, he saw a vast starry sky.

That is undoubtedly the depths of the galaxy.

Very far, very far.

That is a place that the county level cannot reach at all.

Very beautiful and magnificent.

"No, go get promoted to provincial level."

A divine thought entered Qingyun's thoughts.

Qingyun knew that it was the divine consciousness of the wind.

The vast universe and galaxy are so beautiful.

If you want freedom, there is probably nothing freer than heading out into the vast galaxy.

Don’t try to get promoted to provincial level. This was Feng’s last words to Qingyun.

Qingyun knew that Feng would never come back.

The free wind has lost its freedom.

Or perhaps, He gained true freedom.

Qingyun God didn't know and didn't want to know.

He only knew that the wind could not come back.

Don't seek promotion to provincial level; that was the last word the wind conveyed to Him.

He didn't know why, but He knew that what the wind said could not be wrong.

From that day on.

Tianfeng City was divided into villages by the gods above and given new gods.

The wind disappeared, but his city became a new group of gods.

After that, Qingyun completely cut off the possibility that Feng was still alive.

From that day on, He fell into deep sleep.

He knew that He could not resurrect the wind.

That was the life and death of a god.

At the county level, they cannot even control the life and death of ordinary people.

What’s more, what about the life and death of a provincial god?

He wove a dream for himself.

A windy dream.

A dream with thousands of stars.

Clouds always follow the wind.

It was a dream that lasted for hundreds of years.

The dream was so real that Qingyun gradually couldn't distinguish between the dream and reality.

Sometimes He feels.

The wind is still blowing.

Still carrying Him on His journey of freedom.

Clouds always follow the wind.

He also wants to chase the wind and travel through the sea of ​​stars.

What is reality and what is a dream is no longer important.

"Indeed, your friend is right about not being able to be promoted to provincial level."

Deng Ru nodded.

The provincial level is a trap.

The road has been blocked by the gods who have occupied it in advance, and the provincial road is impassable.

It’s better to continue to be bad and not waste this eternal life in vain.

"Provincial level, what's there?"

Qingyun God asked doubtfully.

He didn't know why he couldn't be promoted to provincial level.

But He knew that the wind would not lie to Him.

“I can’t tell you what’s happening at the provincial level, but I can only tell you that it’s very dangerous.”

After all, there must be rules between provinces.

We cannot tell these lower-level gods the so-called truth about the world.

This should be the default rule among provinces.

Therefore, Deng Ru definitely cannot tell Qingyun the truth about this world.

Risk and return are not proportional.

"Is it dangerous? I think so."

Qingyun God nodded.

If there were no danger, the wind would not leave.

"This is something you can't know. I'm telling you this because of our relationship. Therefore, the Anti-Involutionary Alliance is your best choice."

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