The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 195
Black, boundless darkness.

The space is silent, the long river of time stops, and there is a long and empty darkness.

Suddenly one day a star appeared in the darkness, like a guiding light, he subconsciously followed its direction and stumbled after it.He stretched out his hand without hesitation to open the giant door with overlapping light and shadow——

As if falling from the sky, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled, and they opened their eyes.

"King, you are awake!"

The servant was pleasantly surprised.

One quiet afternoon, the news that the elf king who had been sleeping for hundreds of years in the snow country finally woke up, flew from the castle to the whole snow country as if he had grown wings, and then flew to the four seas and even the whole continent with the eagle soaring freely in the sky.

The deep sea trembled, white doves flew in the church, and the dwarves who lived underground looked towards the direction of Snow Country.

Snow Country,

"Congratulations, king, your body is in good condition, not only that, but your divine power is more vigorous and pure."

Sunlight poured down from the window sill, the room was warmly and elegantly furnished, the floor was covered with expensive cashmere carpets, and the table was filled with various spiritual fruits. A group of ministers looked at their finally awakened king, all smiling happily.

A hundred years, a full 100 years, their king finally woke up.

The minister couldn't help crying tears of joy.

It's a pity that their actions could not move the monarch on the bed at all. He sat cross-legged, staring at his hands, with slender fingers, delicate joints, white and shiny, like the most outstanding work of God.

"Where's my father?"

He raised his silver eyes and said, "Where are my brothers and sisters?"

The ministers blinked, and then quickly said: "The holy king fell into a long sleep, your brothers and sisters... the little princess is in the city, the other princesses married into other countries, and the princes were invited to guard the snow mountain."

The snow country is surrounded by snow mountains on all sides. The snow mountains are the best defense line of the snow country and need to be garrisoned.

Thinking of something, the minister hurriedly said: "You woke up at the right time. Next month will be the day when the little princess will marry into the Silver Moon Kingdom. I am sure that King Silver Moon will be very grateful to receive your blessing."

There was excitement on his face, as if he saw the scene where King Silver Moon was so excited that tears flowed down his face.

Ruo Silan waved his hand noncommittal: "Go down."

The ministers immediately retreated respectfully.

The room was quiet again. Ruosilan lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and walked to the window. The whole snow country was covered with rose red roses. The elves had happy and healthy smiles on their faces, and it was peaceful.

Joslan opened the door and walked barefoot to the street, where everyone was overwhelmed.

He walked along the road full of flowers, all the way to the square, the high platform that was once stained red by snow water was clean at the moment, birds were flying in the sky, children were chasing and playing around, it was as pure as if nothing had happened.

"Are you our king?"

A timid child's voice.

Ruo Silan turned his head, and the child immediately widened his eyes and covered his mouth, his eyes were full of surprise.

Ruosillan suddenly became interested: "Why do you think I am your king? Have you seen the king?"

The child has a pair of silver eyes that only belong to the Snow Country, and a big smile appears on his face: "I have seen your portrait, you are the number one master in the mainland! You will become a god in the future."

Tilting his head: "Is God an angel with wings?"

Joslan smiled and shook her head: "I don't know either." She turned and left, letting the child shout behind her without stopping.

He walked and watched all the way, and finally saw his own portrait in the palm of the sacred tree, one with red hair and red eyes, and a blood-clothed man with a fierce look, and one with snow-haired silver eyes, noble and holy in white clothes.

A gust of wind blows, revealing the small characters under the statue: Gather the favor of the gods and walk in the mortal world with the posture of a god.

Joslan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)