Floating Clouds Blow Snow × Rising Wind Soars [Male Protagonist's Perspective] [Male Protagonist is the Original Owner] + Pure and Slightly Confused Halfway Assistant [Love You in a Thousand F...
An An gave him a huge smile, and Shi Zhou's mood couldn't help but improve a little when he saw it, and his heart softened inexplicably.
Fuxue rubbed An An's head and said softly, "Call me brother."
"Brother~" An An called him obediently, her eyes sparkling.
Shi Zhou's eyes unconsciously showed a smile, and he asked Fu Xue: "Venerable God, can I hug your Highness?"
"Does An An want him to hold her?"
"A little bit, just a little bit." An An said as he looked at Fuxue and indicated a very small distance with his hand.
Afterwards, An An was sent to Shi Zhou by Fuxue. Shi Zhou held her in his arms, but he didn't dare to move too much and was quite cautious.
The small and soft little Prince An An feels great to hold.
"Brother, what's your name?" An An grabbed Shi Zhou's sleeve and asked softly while looking at him.
"Shi Zhou, the intersection of day and night, the order of time." After saying this, Shi Zhou realized that she might not be able to read during the years she was pregnant in the barrier, and he was a little annoyed, and asked again: "Does your little princess know how to read?"
An An nodded and said excitedly, "I know. My name is Sui Zhao, Sui Sui An Lan, Zhao Zhao Ru Xi. My mother gave me this name. It sounds nice, right? You can also call me An An."
Seeing her cute look with stars in her eyes while she was talking, Shi Zhou couldn't help but rub her head, "Nice to hear that, An An, little prince."
A gentle breeze blew past, and his arms felt empty. Seeing An An return to Fu Feng's arms, Shi Zhou felt a little reluctant.
"Daddy~"
"Let's go home." Fu Feng patted her on the back.
Shi Zhou said goodbye after hearing that. He watched them leave and realized that there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, so he straightened it out.
Suddenly I felt a little different from myself, but it felt good.
A divine light flew in from outside the realm. It was the breath of Jing, the chairman of the Jingyun Hall in the Court of Gods, accompanied by the power of the Jingyun Order.
Shi Zhou took the message. It was a divine oracle that the Lord God Shen Ye would be getting married in three months.
In this way, he should be able to see An An in the Court of Gods, and Shi Zhou couldn't help but feel a little excited.
He was so fond of this little princess, I guess in this small world, he and her must have some fate, or even a blood relationship.
In this case, since it is related to this little prince, then his vague memories of the past two lives seem to be understandable, after all, it is related to the Lord God.
The Lord God's tribulation should not be watched. Lord Shen Ye said that he would remember it when he should, so just wait. Since he said so, he probably didn't want him to know.
Shi Zhou sat on the throne, raised his hand and condensed two safety locks, and condensed his own divine power into them.
When giving gifts, you should give all of them. It is not right to give only one.
After sitting for a while, Yan Ce, one of the thirty-six main gods, came and pulled a chair over and sat down without any hesitation. "When did you come back?"
"Nearly a thousand years ago." Shi Zhou put away the safety lock in his hand, "Your breath is unstable."
Yan Ce leaned back and said, "I went to the God Punishment Palace and was punished by the Nine-Nine Thunders from the Lord Shen Ye. I haven't recovered yet."
"Afterwards, he was thrown into a very evil place by the Lord God Shen Ye, and only came out after hearing the sound of ten thousand bells."
"You deserve it." Shi Zhou raised his hand, and a hanging table appeared in front of him. He took out the Hongmeng paper and started writing.
When he goes to experience the tribulation, the responsibility of observing the three thousand worlds will naturally fall on the shoulders of other main gods. If they fail to perform their duties, they deserve to be punished.
Yan Ce did not refute, and he was not wronged to be punished for his negligence.
"What are you writing?" he asked, supporting his head.