Chapter 65: Cool Article

A row of large characters appeared on the hot search on the light screen, and even Guan Buhui couldn't help but choke for a moment.

#The judge and the mysterious woman walked out of the temple together, suspected to be close#

and followed by a red explosion logo.

Guan Jiu looked up at him, showing an expression that was almost a fake smile, and reached down to pull the light screen.

On the semi-transparent suspended screen, several extremely clear photos appeared.

The temple was as gorgeous and beautiful as in memory, with red and blue police lights flashing at the entrance of the high wall as background light, and private airships engraved with the logo of the Inspection Court parked on both sides, and even surrounded by intercepted power grids and signal jammers. The momentum was so great that it was completely inconsistent with Deng Baoying's low-key and plain style.

The griffon still looked calm, but he showed an almost protective attitude, which was different from his usual behavior. The woman wearing a military jacket beside him was slimmer by comparison. The edge of her clothes showed a thin white robe, and her smooth black hair fell to her calves. It was probably because of the shooting angle that I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could only see that breathtaking golden color.

...It's a god.

In fact, until now, Guan Buhui still finds it hard to believe that "Fu Jiao" is the legendary supreme god.

The supreme god...would it really be the kind of lazy cub who gets up at twelve o'clock every day to play games! ! Could it be some holy, beautiful and caring super sister! ! This is too different from the legendary gods! !

But, except for "God", who else can do such a weird time travel?

For that war, the only memory that can't be recalled is the huge hypocritical octopus monster opening its huge mouth, countless tentacles shaking the galaxy, and the huge mouth like a lamprey pressing straight down. The battleship carrying him was hit, and before it fell and burned, the pilot desperately pressed the lifeboat button to eject him. Outside the egg-shaped translucent lifeboat, he watched the battleship crash into a tall building, and his heart was filled with despair.

It's over, it's really over this time.

Clinging to the translucent eggshell wall of the lifeboat, the only remaining thoughts in the little parrot's head were filled with a terrified and swollen heart.

And then.

And then there was no more.

As if everything was like a nightmare, Guan Buhui suddenly woke up and found himself sleeping in front of the counter of a convenience store. His temples were throbbing and he almost screamed in pain. It was still sunny outside the window, just like the lazy afternoon before the war. Even the indoor temperature was almost the same.

Lilith came back from outside with the goods and looked at him blankly with red eyes and a panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Guan Buhui looked at her with his mouth open, panting as if he had just finished a marathon. His fingertips trembled, and

he raised his hand and pointed at the confused Lilith in disbelief. After a while, he touched the tips of his hair in a trance.

The tips of his hair were no longer scorched by the flames, but they were inexplicably much shorter, indicating that everything was not an illusion or an afternoon nightmare.

Those wars and giant beasts, the threat of hypocrisy hovering over everyone's heads, including everything he had experienced, and even the pure and majestic divine light that descended in the final illusion, were all real.

But Guan Buhui, for some vague and unclear reason, did not have a distorted memory like the others.

Instead, like an heir, he retained the memory before the gods went back to the timeline.

"You ask me why?" In response, his adoptive father sneered and replied coldly, "How should I know? Maybe as that artificial madman said, you are particularly in line with the gods' wishes."

Guan Buhui pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly. He knew that although his adoptive father was usually as sharp as a rose thorn and would prick anyone, he was still in the mood to mock others, which just proved that he was never angry.

When Guan Jiu was really unhappy, he seemed to be too lazy to even speak.

For example, now.

The two people in the photo on the light screen looked very compatible.

Even if Fu Jiao's face was not seen clearly, Deng Baoying's bright care and preference still overflowed through the screen, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

Guan Jiu enlarged the photo again and again, raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiao reluctantly hooking Deng Baoying's little finger, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't laugh.

Only the temperature in the luxury airship dropped rapidly, even the temperature control system couldn't withstand it.

The little parrot closed its eyes miserably.

I was really too slow.

When Fu Jiao was still a cub, Deng Baoying showed extraordinary patience and love for him, and even followed him all the way to the temple and accompanied him for three meals a day. At that time, he didn't think it mattered, and was sure that this golden-eyed cub must be the illegitimate daughter of the old monster, the president of the Inspection Court.

Now it seems that it is not the case at all! !

In fact, the two of them have been secretly interacting for a long time! ! !

What was going on when he was in the temple with Fu Jiao? ? So he was just a tool to please the Supreme God!!

...... Hey, don't tell me.

It sounds like... it's quite an honor.

How many tool men in history can please the Supreme God? He is also unique.

"...... Very suitable?"

Guan Jiu's cold voice rang out, and the little parrot who was puaing himself was froze and immediately came back to his senses from his fantasies.

Guan Buhui looked around and saw that the maids and bodyguards around him had all retreated wisely and tactfully, leaving him alone standing stubbornly beside Guan Jiu.

The poisonous jellyfish was so calm that it was rare for him to have no expression. His ruby-like eyes stared at him, as if they wanted to drill a hole in his adopted son's face.

"What are you doing? Speak, I'm asking you a question, can't you hear me?"

His smooth but hard-working brain started to work quickly, unable to see the sudden burst of his desire to survive. He said without hesitation, "How could it be? Let's do it that way."

"...Really? Just like that?"

The adoptive father narrowed his eyes, slightly raised his lips to reveal a charming smile, and it was unclear whether he was happy or angry. Just when the little parrot breathed a sigh of relief, he casually threw out another life-threatening question, "So who do you think is the best match for the Supreme God among us heirs?"

...Damn it, no matter who he is, send him back to the battlefield immediately.

It is better to face the false god than to face the Shura field of these successors.

Guan Buhui numbly took a deep breath and said honestly: "I feel that no one is a match."

"Although Fu Jiao... I mean the Lord God, is quite approachable. But no matter how you look at it, she is not the kind of person who indulges in love. Even when she usually gets along with the president, the dean or Lord Lynx, it is more like interacting with friends or pets, without any special emotional components."

"What's more, she can easily trace back to the timeline of the universe... the Supreme God."

Speaking of this word, the pink and purple-haired little parrot couldn't help but think of the false god.

When the pale young man talked about the Supreme God, his face was filled with sweet, joyful, and pure love. Those crazy believers were still annihilated and wiped out by the Supreme God in the endless divine light.

From a certain perspective, they are not beings of the same dimension or level.

The reason why the universe can continue to this day is all due to the protection of the Supreme God.

"This is reality, not some cool story about a poor boy being favored by a rich and beautiful woman," Guan Buhui murmured, "I mean, will this kind of existence really love someone in the world?"

Guan Jiu leaned lazily on the sofa and smiled even more brilliantly.

He did not continue to embarrass his adopted son. Instead, he tilted his head back and drank the blood-red soda in the glass.

"Yeah, it's not worthy."

Jellyfish threw the glass on the table lazily, muttering, "No one is worthy."

*

As soon as he confirmed that the timeline was correct, Fu Jiao forced Lynx to do a full set of physical examinations.

"Hmm? Hmm?"

Lynx, who was about to rush over to rub her ears after finally seeing the adult version of the Lord God, was at a loss. The Supreme God pushed her into the physical examination room and brought out a full set of physical examination reports: "What's wrong, Lord God? Why did you suddenly become an adult... Why do you need a physical examination? I'm very healthy?"

At that time, she had just returned from the research institute.

Very strange, her subordinates nervously informed her this morning that the live mutant experiment brought back from the ruins of the Edge Galaxy city that day had disappeared.

There was no sign of the security facilities being touched, and even the glass jar was not damaged, but the huge mutant sleeping inside was missing.

They checked all the surrounding surveillance but found nothing.

"So something did happen after all? I always feel that something is not right... When I woke up this morning, my body was in pain as if I was hit by a hammer."

When she came out of the physical examination room and was taken to the huge mansion where the Supreme God was, it was already completely dark.

The lynx half-beast transformed into a big, furry, shiny, beautiful lynx, leaning against the Supreme God's arms and enjoying the lap pillow comfortably, while grumbling in his throat as she stroked his fur, he muttered: "Even playing blindfolded catching with the male pets today was not pleasant, so annoying."

"......"

The Supreme God showed a helpless smile, and before he could say anything, the fruit plate had already landed on the mahogany tea table.

Deng Baoying stood in front of the two with an expressionless face, his gilded vertical pupils staring coldly at the lynx enjoying the lap pillow, his tall figure cast a heavy shadow, and it seemed that he had his own cold air pressure.

"This is my private residence, Lynx," the griffon said coldly, "What are you doing here? Aren't there countless lovers of cat subspecies waiting for you in your manor?"

The lynx raised her head lazily, tilted her green cat eyes, and showed her fangs to the griffon provocatively, and purred.

"So what?" She tilted her head, "Why, you are allowed to be touched, but I am not allowed to be intimate with the Lord God?"