They had clearly provided the best care for her in the morning, even though they were wary of her. Why, when she woke up injured from the bloodline detection, instead of feeling guilty and doubly compensating her, they didn't even put in the effort to pretend?
Yun Gui really had no flaws, but her expression at that moment was captured by Nan Xing, and because of the orc's keen perception, she was so scared that she jumped onto the ceiling.
This is probably the embodiment of "no destiny". God does not need to do anything special, or even pay too much attention, the world will operate according to His will.
Cooked eggs will not hatch chicks no matter what.
Wu Chen rarely tells fortunes, and even less often does he directly ask for God's opinion by throwing the holy grail.
Wu Chen was unsure about what to do with Yun Gui. He definitely couldn't let her go back to the island. If he did, either the entire island would become a den of evil beasts, or the entire island would be completely destroyed.
If it was a few years earlier, Wu Chen could have sent the person back to Kunlun. At that time, Tenglong still had some bottom line. But now Wu Chen does not dare to hand such a time bomb to Tenglong.
Since the nightmare beast has a way to transfer other people's talents to other people, just like Yi Yuan's brother did to Yi Yuan, maybe the nightmare beast also has a way to transfer other people's lifespans?
Even if he didn't have it, he would still be willing to try after a few tricks given Tenglong's arrogant personality. After all, in his eyes, he was the best in the world and everything was under his control. He had indeed been in the number one position for too long, so long that he had forgotten some things.
He forgot that the best in the world was just an ant closest to the foot of the mountain. Above the sky, there were unreachable palaces and countless mountains.
Wu Chen threw the Holy Grail nine times, all with a laugh, without any instructions from the God. Nine was the limit, and he could no longer throw the Holy Grail.
Wu Chen was not too surprised by the result of the Holy Grail throwing. Unlike many priests in the Temple of God who were worried about whether the gods valued them, Wu Chen felt that the gods probably did not take them seriously at all.
As long as there are no major problems, God will not interfere with them.
What is a big problem? It's probably when the sky falls apart and the world ends.
Didn’t you see that the two races on the continent fought for hundreds of years, with countless casualties, but the gods didn’t say anything?
After the Holy Grail tossing was over, Wu Chen burned a letter of apology that he had written in advance.
I asked the same question nine times but still got no answer. There are only two possibilities: either they are not there or they don't want to care.
From a social point of view, if Wu Chen didn't get an answer after asking once or twice, he should stop asking. However, Wu Chen had to consider that the gods were too busy to pay attention to him, so asking more times would increase the chances of getting a response.
After asking nine times without any response, Wu Chen had no choice but to apologize honestly.
Divine Realm
Wen Li maintains a human's daily routine. Although he no longer needs to eat or sleep to maintain his physiological needs, the divine world still has day and night, and three meals a day.
Wen Li was still a little sleepy after being too tired at night, so he sat obediently in front of the dressing mirror and let Feng Ming comb his hair.
"It just ended..." Wen Li whimpered in grievance.
"Be good, just for a while..." The low, mellow voice was gentle and alluring, and the action was unquestionable.
Wen Li often felt fortunate and terrified. Even after a thousand years, Feng Ming still enjoyed controlling her.
From when she was a human girl to now she is an immortal god.
Looking at the two gods whispering to each other in the mirror, Wen Li was a little dazed. Her appearance had not changed much. She still looked like a 17-year-old girl, with a bit of uncontrollable charm in her innocence and naivety.
The goddess in the mirror has relaxed brows, evenly proportioned body and skin as radiant as the moon, like a piece of well-nurtured mutton-fat jade. Her eyes are shimmering, like the purest land where one can freely paint, or like a devil's lair that captivates the soul, extremely pure and lustful, yet exceptionally harmonious.
He is a treasured possession, carefully cared for, and admired from every angle. His love is his cage and the soil in which he lives.
Wen Li leaned on Feng Ming's shoulder and cried, even her tears were as beautiful as diamonds.
Wen Li often felt fortunate that there was a god obsessed with her to such an extent that she became a god without making any effort, and a god of a high rank at that.
She often felt pathetic. After becoming a god, she became even more useless than when she was a human. She couldn't use her divine power and it even hurt herself. She didn't even know how to tie up her calf-length hair.
That is Feng Ming's business. Putting on clothes and taking off clothes are all Feng Ming's business.
Sometimes, Wen Li even felt that she was just a toy that would not break, and Feng Ming did not love her.
"Can you take Guaiguai out to play?" Feng Ming kissed away Wen Li's tears with care, and compromised with a doting yet helpless attitude.
Isn't the entire God Realm big enough? Not enough for her to play around in? He never stopped her from going anywhere she wanted to, and he didn't mind her talking to those fruits. Feng Ming felt that he had been generous enough.
Feng Ming hadn’t found any decent gifts for Guaiguai recently, so in order to please her, he could only compromise a little and let Guaiguai go out for a walk.
The only person he cares about is Guai Guai. Only by hiding her completely can Feng Ming's heart, which is as deep as the abyss and cannot be filled, have a trace of peace.
Wen Li took the initiative to kiss Feng Ming before confirming, "Are we going outside the God Realm?"
Feng Ming hummed reluctantly and scratched her chin lightly, "My dear, I don't understand why you always don't trust me? I even fed you my origin, how could I bear to abandon you? I spent so much effort to raise you so well."
It's so good that even a glance or a breath from you makes me happy. How can I still have the foolish thought that we will separate?
Wen Li took Feng Ming's hand and placed it on her chest. Her nose felt sore and tears were about to fall. "No, you are wronging me..."
This is the point that makes Wen Li anxious and worried. She says Feng Ming doesn't love her, but the benefits she gives him are real. Feng Ming never minds being her nourishment, and his care and concern for her are meticulous.
It can be said that Feng Ming loves her. His desire for control is so strong that it would suffocate even a god. Wen Li cannot even decide the length of her hair. His control over her can be described as training. He is obsessed with her, and to say that he is playing with her is an understatement.
Wen Li could only tell himself that nothing in the world is perfect. Even God, if he accepted Feng Ming's love, he would have to accept that he was a dark, crazy and yandere.
"You cry so beautifully, you are worthy of being my dear." Feng Ming tasted her tears, feeling very unsatisfied. He used force with his hands, and more tears came out. Feng Ming appreciated it with satisfaction.
At first, Wen Li merely catered to Feng Ming, occasionally humming and dropping a few golden beans. The old-fashioned yandere god couldn't appreciate the independent and self-reliant women of the new era, only admiring the delicate and tearful dodder.
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