Today is another day to be worshiped by mankind

We just inherited memories, why would we say goodbye to someone? Qingwu didn't realize at all that when the priest mentioned her little lover, her first reaction was Jing Yuanzhou.

The priest also thought of this, pursed his lips in displeasure, then crossed his arms and slowly landed on the ground.

He suddenly grabbed Qingwu's plush ears with one hand, "You little civet, I haven't seen you for a while, and you really ran away with that human!"

The priest's hand was not strong, and he did not forget to rub the cat's ears with his fingers. Seeing Qing Wu looking at him dissatisfied, he took it back as if nothing had happened, and sighed, "It's not as fun as when I was a child." If it were Qing Wu when he was a child. Wu, who will definitely act mature and hide the look in his eyes that he wants to curse, can't be so lively.

Qingwu was stunned for a moment after reading the priest's thoughts.

……

When he was young, Qingwu with two tails buried his head in the hay and cried for a long time because the spiritual fruit he finally dug up was snatched away by his fellow tribesmen on the opposite mountain.

The priest picked it up and told it to learn from the gods above, not to express its joy in words or expressions. As the person who will inherit the throne of God in the future, he must not let this trivial matter affect him.

The priest's words are the civet's faith.

The little civet never cried again until it transformed.

In Qingwu's heart, the person closest to the gods in Wushan at that time was the mysterious high priest. There seems to be nothing in the world that he can't do.

Qingwu glanced at him. In his memory, the priest always looked dignified and holy. Why did he look like a different person now? Even the remaining power in the soul body is less than one thousandth of what it was before? She also spied on the memory.

As if reading Qingwu's inner thoughts, the priest narrowed his eyes and said, "What is Xiao Qingwu curious about?"

Sensing the slightest hint of danger, Qingwu withdrew his spiritual power and pretended to be obedient.

It's so cute.

The priest looked at her like this and murmured in a low voice: "I really don't know how that old stubborn man is willing to let you end his love."

Although the voice was small, it reached Qing Wu's ears clearly.

Qingwu suddenly said, "Priest, your luck seems to have changed."

In the past, with her cultivation, she could never see through the priest's luck. How could she see it so clearly today?

The priest looked at Qing Wu faintly, resisting the urge to rub his ears again, and snorted coldly, "You are disrespectful."

Qingwu was about to open his mouth to retort when he saw the priest's expression suddenly become very serious, "Qingwu."

This way of calling people seemed to be calling names, which made Qing Wu feel like she was being checked for her homework when she was a child. Her intuition told her that the next step was for the priest to answer her questions.

"In Wushan, gods are born by luck. They can love the world, and they can also love one person. The love between the two is different, and it is often difficult for a wise person to weigh it."

"In Wushan, you have the best talent and the deepest bond with mankind."

"I thought that being old-fashioned would make you a little old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that fate dictated that you and that human being were destined to be entangled for the rest of your life."

"If you are like the little lover in the picture book, causing misfortune and killing, leading to the destruction of the country and the destruction of all living beings..."

The priest sighed, love is the easiest thing to lose one's mind.

Qingwu looked at the priest and was silent for a moment, understanding the worry in his heart. Then he swore word for word, "If I create trouble for my own selfish interests, I will return all my spiritual power to Wushan."

When a civet cat loses its spiritual power, it is equivalent to losing its life. The spiritual power returned to Wushan will follow the way of heaven and create the next successor. This is the best solution.

"It's a pity that your little lover has to be left alone in the world. I don't know how painful it will be." The priest looked at Qing Wu, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he pretended not to bear it and shook his head.

"The life and death of those who are destined will be tied to me." Qingwu said coldly, "Master Priest, what you imagine will not happen."

The oath takes effect.

"Are you willing?" the priest asked in surprise.

Qing Wu stated calmly, "I will not do things without telling others for the sake of good. If I do something bad for him, then he is also responsible." Before being punished by heaven, she will take action first.

The priest looked at the lifeline that Qingwu and the human being were tightly tied together, and suddenly found that he was actually involved. I wanted to remind Qingwu not to lose his mind for a human being, but unexpectedly, Qingwu directly admitted that he was the destined person. What a loss.

Big loss!

A civet cat will only have one partner in its life. The human beings who are imprinted will form a bond with humans in all their lifetimes. As for whether it is a good fate or a bad fate, it all depends on fate.

People's hearts are fickle, and these human beings may not even be able to love only one person for a lifetime, so how can they live forever? For thousands of years, countless civets thought they had found their destined person. In the end, he can only watch the one he loves change his heart in reincarnation, and finally fall into extreme madness.

Among these people, they are not without deep affection. However, when they see the one they love looking young while they themselves are covered with gray hair, can they really have a psychological balance? Civets and humans are inherently unequal. In the end, one party will always fall into pain, and there is never an exception——

……

When the priest thought of this, his murderous intention towards Jing Yuanzhou gradually arose again. If he had come out earlier in this life, he might have been able to "beat up the mandarin ducks". I really don't know how the two of them could meet so quickly in such a big place.

But he soon knew the answer.

"Actually, the brand has been set a long time ago. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to meet him so quickly." Qingwu shook his tail.

"What, what, when, when." The priest's face was expressionless, and the window next to him shook.

"When he had my tail in his heart." Qingwu replied, "It's just that I didn't have a deep connection with him at the time, and I didn't realize that he was the destined person. When I just swore for the first time, I suddenly felt him The beating of the heart.”

Qing Wu also glanced in the direction of Jing Yuanzhou, "It's amazing. Even though we are so far away, I can still detect his presence."

Speaking of this, Qing Wu had a smile in his eyes, "So I swore a second oath to confirm that he is my destined person. Even if he is not, then he is the most perfect favored one, and I can only worship him in all my life. Me alone."

The priest gritted his teeth after learning the truth. It turned out that the culprit who made them fall in love was actually himself.

Qingwu said this on purpose. This was a small revenge for the priest who had been lying to her.

Who let the priest lie to her that a civet would die if it fell in love with a human, which made her worry for so many years.

The priest said with a straight face, "In this case, there is no need for you to say goodbye to him. But he must be mentally prepared." After all, what he sees then will not be the lover he is familiar with.

The priest sneered, with pity in his eyes.

……

When your lover embraces all living beings in her eyes, and you only occupy a brief moment in hundreds of billions of years, do you still dare to love her alone?

Jing Yuanzhou woke up from his dream, feeling a dense sting in his heart.

The window opened silently, and Jing Yuanzhou looked out the window. The dark sky was empty.

"Qingwu?"

Jing Yuanzhou felt uneasy.

A familiar white-haired man appeared in front of him like a ghost.

After seeing that Jing Yuanzhou was not scared by him, he twitched his lips and said, "It's boring."

After speaking, the man threw a stone to Jing Yuanzhou.

"Take it."

As soon as Jing Yuanzhou took the stone, a light curtain appeared in front of him, showing the conversation between the priest and Qing Wu just now.

"This is the shadow stone." The priest snorted coldly, thinking of Qingwu's worthless look when he just swore. Just be a good person for once, one last time.

After Jing Yuanzhou finished reading, there was no emotional change on his face. Only his eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing Qing Wu's words.

"..."

The priest glanced at Jing Yuanzhou indifferently, "It's a coincidence that he behaved so well."

"Since she chose you, I reluctantly admit your existence."

"There's just one thing you have to remember: turning back on this road is a dead end."

Jing Yuanzhou: “I feel so happy when my delusions come true.”

The priest waved his hands and left. He didn't want to see the man's proud look.

It can be understood that before B inherits the memory, A occupies 10% of B's ​​memory. After inheriting the memory, A occupies 0.000...01% of B's ​​memory. Reason is far greater than emotion, so Qingwu will be infinitely close to the image of the Supreme God she imagined. Most likely I will only abuse the male protagonist, well... try not to abuse... my position is sweet writing, hahaha (qwq)