Today is another day to be worshiped by mankind

Tonight, Yuncheng became a hot search topic. The stars gathered, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and countless brilliant colors surged with the starlight, rushing toward the distance in a mighty way. But the direction in which they gathered pointed towards Yun City.

This phenomenon did not last long, and it happened in the middle of the night, so not many people saw it, but it was still recorded by those who were interested.

"#云城# Is the vision a miracle or a sign of disaster?"

"Why didn't I see #云城? This picture of yours probably belongs to P."

"#云城I took a photo! I swear, this is definitely not fake! Just when I woke up, I thought the stars in the sky exploded and were so bright! But now they are gone. It's a pity that I couldn't take more photos."

Jing Yuanzhou looked out the window.

The flowers bloomed overnight.

Golden roses, luminous butterflies, branches swaying in the windless night, they all converge towards one place like stars holding the moon, and even the brilliant starlight in the sky becomes a foil at this time.

The dark green pupils of the girl god stared at the person in the window, showing neither sadness nor joy. To Him, a hundred years is just a small number. He looked at the red thread on his hand in confusion, which was the thread that led him here.

Emerald green branches spread to the window, forming a long staircase.

Jing Yuanzhou looked at the branches reaching towards him and made a helpless gesture to Qingwu. He couldn't get down from here with his current legs.

So, are you coming to pick me up?

Jing Yuanzhou was dragged up by the branches, hung in the air, and then suddenly fell.

At this height, if you don't fall to death, you will be disabled.

The branch seemed to be frightened. It didn't understand why the man suddenly let go, and just retreated into the darkness helplessly.

He saw the red line connecting Jing Yuanzhou's heart, and then saw him plummeting. The memory that had been sealed in the bottom of my heart suddenly emerged, "Jing Yuanzhou!"

Divine power emerged from all around, and the cold moonlight cast a layer of phantom on the god's flying skirt. He was stunned for a moment, looking at the man he was hugging subconsciously.

Jing Yuanzhou looked at the person he missed day and night, circling his long silver hair with his hands, "If you forget me... I will feel uncomfortable."

The red line follows the heart and beats twice.

"The night is beautiful tonight." He looked at Qing Wu's face and said.

At this time, the stars had disappeared and returned to their normal appearance.

"Yeah." Qingwu uttered a single tone, receiving tens of thousands of years of memories at once, making it difficult for him to evoke any emotions for a while, and protecting the person in front of him was just his subconscious choice.

"Can I kiss you?"

Qing Wu was stunned by the unexpected words.

"Then I'll assume you are willing."

The cold lips were close, but Qingwu didn't refuse. Her wrist was grabbed and pulled into his arms, and the divine power followed the red line and transferred to her heart.

At some point, the man stood up and looked down at the god who still maintained a calm expression, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Qingwu looked up at him slightly. Under the moonlight, she could clearly see every emotion in the man's eyes. They were so intense that it was shocking. His water-stained lips were even more charming. red.

"Don't you feel anything?"

Qingwu was caught off guard by the accusation. How to feel? There was obviously a bit of confusion in Shen Ming's eyes.

——How can you remain indifferent.

——Human beings are always greedy.

——Then if I am a little greedier, will you forgive me?

Qingwu heard his voice and understood his stubborn desire.

In fact, she had not forgotten Jing Yuanzhou, but her memory was too complicated and had not been completely sorted out, so her heart followed the guidance and came here. Unexpectedly, it caused such a misunderstanding.

She wasn't... indifferent.

"Can I continue?" He watched Qing Wu's eyes getting closer and closer. In the past, he would subconsciously close his eyes when kissing, but tonight, he wanted to see clearly the fluctuating emotions on the girl's face. So he tried his best to seduce and please, until his heart hurt and a low moan came from his ears.

"Jing Yuanzhou?" Qing Wu covered his mouth and glared at the man who was acting more and more recklessly. "...?"

The man looked at her expression and chuckled. Fortunately, his most precious person was not lost.

He hid the darkness in his eyes, put his soft fingertips against her face, bent down, rubbed his smooth black hair against her neck, and expressed his inner desire straightforwardly.

- Can I continue?

——Not enough kisses...

--soft……

——I still want to kiss...

After hearing his voice clearly, a trace of confusion flashed across Qingwu's face. After all, a man may be reserved on the outside, but his inner thoughts cannot be hidden. The more contact there is, the more explicit it becomes. But his movements were extremely cautious.

"Are you unwilling?" Jing Yuanzhou kissed her earlobe, and the warm breath flowed through her ears, "God, if you refuse, the beloved will be very sad."

The canine teeth bit the tip of the ear hard, as if it was a reminder, a warning.

Qing Wu touched the wet area on his ears and pinched his head, which was about to move and wanted to get closer.

Jing Yuanzhou slowly rubbed it twice, and then looked for warmth from Qing Wu's body as if he was suffering from skin hunger. Qingwu held his hand and intertwined their fingers.

"I just feel a little uneasy." Jing Yuanzhou tightened his grip and finally relaxed after a tense night.

It's getting light.

Qing Wu heard the footsteps in the distance, pulled Jing Yuanzhou's sleeves, and pointed to the window.

"Tell me when I get home."

She smelled the priest's breath appearing not far away.

But it's too late.

The priest lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and stared at the entangled hair of the two people.

Jing Yuanzhou raised his eyes, "Priest, do you also have a peeping habit?"

If the priest's eyes could kill, Jing Yuanzhou would probably have died countless times by now.

If he had known that the man he had chosen to feed the gods could live for such a long time, he probably would not have kept him. He is both a person who gathers great fortune and is also a person favored by God. He really makes him feel envious.

The priest saw Qing Wu take a step forward, made a protective gesture, and silently gritted his teeth, "You have really grown up..."

"As long as it does not violate the rules, civets need to protect their partners unconditionally. This is the ancestral motto of the civet family. Priest, you asked me to memorize it before." Qingwu's silver hair and the priest's hair color were close, and the two faced each other. The breaths are somewhat similar.

Finally, the priest took half a step back and looked at Jing Yuanzhou, "Part of her divine personality rests on you. If she is willing to protect you, then do so. After all, with your luck, you will be with her sooner or later. By my side. I can’t stop it.”

For Qingwu, the worship of those with great luck is naturally beneficial and harmless. If you are in a partnership, it may be a good thing that both of you can be consistent. However, this has never been done successfully before, and it is very risky to do it. If you are not careful, you will be ruined...

"What's the story behind why the priest is so afraid of humans?"

Just as the priest was about to leave, he heard the human man who was talking about pigs and cabbages saying these words in a desperate manner.

The wind whipped up violently, hitting Jing Yuanzhou, and the corners of his clothes made a crisp sound in the air.

Qing Wu glanced at the priest's overly excited mood and recalled the memories of several seniors in his mind. After inheriting the memory of the civet clan, Qingwu can get anything he wants to know in the world, even secrets that have never been recorded in ancient books, or even secret corners buried in the long river of history. Her perspective.

Even though the priest lived a long life, in her memory, it was just a drop in the ocean.

She glimpsed in her memory that the priest had made the same choice as her...

Human life is short.

After reincarnation, losing the memory of the previous life and falling in love with others does not seem to be a strange thing.

The civet cat can only watch the hopeless love on the other side of the memory.

The priest said nothing, looked at them deeply, and then disappeared, as if he came here just to see their final results. (End of chapter)