He stepped over to the window.
People who died of illness can be seen everywhere outside the hotel.
Every small plane has its own fate, and as the main god, he doesn't care about these.
Originally, I didn't care about anyone.
Feng Qing lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the slender white fingers, a faint flame jumped from the fingertips, reflecting the narrow and beautiful eyes, her emotions were calm.
The invisible divine power began to fluctuate, the small plane began to be washed, a circle of invisible divine power spread out, and all the filth was gradually washed away.
The figure of the main god also gradually showed its original appearance under the continuous divine power.
A slender and beautiful young man with slender eyelashes like butterfly wings resting, fair and beautiful cheeks, lips pursed to reveal small dimples, lips like petals, thin and bright red.
He raised his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of light-colored pupils, the emotions of the gods were hidden under the eyelashes.
It was as if nothing could be seen.
God's emotions, everything is empty.
The germs began to disintegrate, and the erythema on the sleeping patient's body on the street outside the window began to fade.
—The power of the Lord God.
This is the first time he has intervened in the Heavenly Dao of the small plane. I just want to go back to the space sooner.
The young man quietly looked at the street below, lowered his hands slightly, and the flames were slowly extinguished at his beautiful fingertips.
the next day.
The people in the hotel woke up from their deep sleep, and the guards looked at each other, but couldn't remember why they came to this hotel.
Two people disappeared from the team, and no one raised any doubts. No one noticed.
The sun rose from the side of the street, and someone woke up dazedly, watching with a dull face as the red spots faded and the new skin color appeared.
The patients couldn't believe it, and after repeated checks and confirmations, they finally looked up at the sky blankly.
... a gift from the gods.
On this day, countless dying people came back to life, ran ecstatically, and thanked the gods for their grace. Many later recalled that day with reverence and awe.
The Yun family still guards the capital, avoiding the suffering of the war. The fragments of the original identity of the main god were forgotten, and the military power was automatically grafted into the hands of the master of the Yun family.
It's just that occasionally someone feels wrong.
He only vaguely remembers that the Yun family has excellent abilities, no one is an opponent, and they are the patron saints of the capital.
Now the military power is still in the hands of the Yun family, but they only feel mediocre, worthy of fighting against the coalition forces.
But no matter what, with the protection of the Yun family, the people of the capital can live in peace for a few more days in the troubled times, without having to accept the baptism of war.
This has been a rare peace.
…
after a few months.
Tao Lin shrank in the corner, looking at the people passing by.
The plague is over and she is not sick. But after Lin Qing recovered from her illness, she was kicked out of the house without saying a word.
She cried and confessed how much she loved him, but only got a cold look from him.
"Ms. Tao's love, Lin has no luck."
When he was seriously ill, he had a mean look every day, never took care of him, and sometimes became irritable, and would even insult him.
This kind of love, he is really not blessed to accept it.
He was ashamed of being bewitched by Tao Linqing once.
Tao Linqing was completely driven away.
She returned to Tao's house, but Tao's father disliked her and was driven away by her husband. The Tao family members did not want her to come back.
The mother was timid and cowardly, so she only dared to secretly give her some money to let her go as far as possible.
Tao Linqing gritted her teeth and left Tao's house, her eyes were venomous, and her heart was filled with anger.