Qi Ye returned home and handed half of the main godhead to Qi Baicha.
"Fusing it, you can think of a lot of things." Qi Ye was suddenly a little nervous.
The glorious days of the past are all day and night, and now I think of it as the history of the second black.
Qi Baicha held half of the godhead and looked at him: "Do we have a frontier?"
Qi Ye paused, and said vaguely, "That's a long story."
Qi Baicha calmly said "Oh", closed his eyes, and integrated half of the godhead into his soul.
The godhead turned into a ray of light and disappeared into his forehead, Qi Baicha's consciousness fell into nothingness, his body softened, and he was taken into his arms by Qi Ye.
Snow White will eventually remember everything in the arms of the night.
That is indeed a long story.
Begin with a cliché story, a long, long time ago…
A long, long time ago, the Lord of Gods had not yet been born in the Great Thousand World, and the title of the Lord of the Gods was still vacant. The world has no number, no time and space administration, no gods to maintain the stability of the world, but those illegal traversers who exploit the loopholes in time and space for personal gain have already existed.
Order is always built slowly. Criminals always show up earlier than the police. There are people in the world who commit crimes before there are people who want to catch criminals. The world at that time already had outsiders with impure purposes, but there was no specialized agency to arrest them. Without the main god who unifies the world and establishes the Time and Space Administration, the local gods of each world can only guard the peace within their own world and know nothing about the situation of outsiders. The Mythology app has not yet been developed, the local gods can't contact the gods of other worlds, and the vast world is running unrelated to each other.
There is a very old world in it.
In the beginning, this world was an era of chaos. The sky and the earth were not yet open, and the turbid air had to blend in and fight against each other.
These two groups of qi are the original form of the world, one is clear and the other is turbid, and they are inherently repulsive. They have fought for countless years in chaos, so long that it is difficult to measure time. The turbid qi is very ferocious, and it gradually gains the upper hand in the battle. It smashes the clean air into countless branches, constantly swallows it, squeezes the living space of the clean air, and makes the turbid air far outnumber the clean air.
The turbid qi repels the clear qi, and when you see it, you swallow it. The clean air is also disgusted and afraid of the turbid air. Every clean qi encounters the turbid qi, and it will immediately escape, avoiding it, for fear of being engulfed and assimilated.
The law of the weak has always been the law of the world, and the turbid is the natural enemy. This kind of life-and-death situation is doomed from birth.
There is only a wisp of the purest clear air. When the turbid air pressure comes, it does not dodge or avoid it, but instead wraps around curiously.
This is the first wisp of clean air that is not afraid of the turbid qi in the countless years since the turbid qi disperses the turbid qi.
The turbid qi felt novel, and the action of wanting to swallow this wisp of fresh qi stopped. It thinks that this wisp of fresh air is a fool, and it is too frightened to escape when it sees it
The clear air was not afraid at all, and a thin wisp of white mist scurried between the dark and turbid air, which was quite intimate.
It does not regard the turbid air as an enemy, but only thinks it is a playmate.
It was the first time that the turbid qi saw such clear qi, and he found it interesting.
After countless years of loneliness, the turbid qi only knows how to devour and fight, and the clean qi in the world is its natural enemy, avoiding it like snakes and scorpions. For the first time in its life, it has a companion, and the other party is still a breath of fresh air.
This clean air is different from other clean air.
So there was such a spectacle in the era of chaos - when a large cloud of black mist came, countless strands of white mist escaped everywhere, only a strand of pure white mist wrapped around the black mist, which seemed extremely abrupt, as if it was in the turbidity camp .
The other Qingqi were angry - there was a traitor among them!
And this wisp of the cleanest air doesn't quite understand why other clean airs run away when they see the turbid air.
The turbidity has never hurt it, it is only a playmate of the turbidity.
Although the color of this playmate is different from it, the volume is also a bit large.
It treats the turbid equally.
The turbid qi also showed great connivance to this special clear qi, and never showed its vicious side to it.
But the turbid qi is gentle to it, which does not mean that it is also gentle to other clear qi. It is an instinct to fight against the turbid, and the turbid qi has always been clear about its goal - to swallow up all the clear qi in the world and assimilate it into the turbid qi. From then on, this world is its world.
Now it is willing to give mercy outside the law, leaving behind this little qi that it regards as a partner, but the other qi should be swallowed up.
The turbid qi and its small clear qi traveled together for a while, and then met a few strands of clear qi. The turbid qi was about to be swallowed up in one breath, when the small clear qi suddenly came down from it and blocked in front of those clear qi.
Xiao Qingqi drew a few circles in front of the turbid qi and asked the turbid qi to release them.
Turbidity disagrees. It is the greatest kindness that it can let go of Xiao Qingqi, how could it be possible to let other Qing Qi be spared
Xiao Qingqi anxiously turned around, and after a while, he drew another heart.
Turbidity: "… "
The turbid air reluctantly let go of the few wisps of fresh air.
Those fresh air hurriedly fled, and didn't stay for a moment.
Xiao Qingqi happily stopped in front of Zhuoqi, as if to say "thank you".
Turbidity means that this is the only time, not the next one.
However, every time the turbid qi wants to devour other clear qi, the small clear qi will beg it not to.
Xiao Qingqi was born to like peace and hated killing the most. It wanted everyone to get along well.
It is truly pure and pure, without any tinted glasses.
But too innocent.
The turbid air of evil nature finds it laughable. More times, it also gets angry. It feels that it has given Xiao Qingqi enough tolerance and patience, but Xiaoqing has taken an inch, preventing it from swallowing other Qingqi again and again, preventing it from becoming stronger.
Clear qi is clear qi, or towards clear qi, and will never become a partner of turbid qi.
After letting go of Qingqi again, Zhuoqi calmly said to Xiaoqingqi: This is the last time I agree to your request, and we will part ways in the future, and we will have nothing to do with each other.
Then he mercilessly turned around and left.
Xiao Qingqi wanted to catch up, but the turbid qi moved too fast, and it could only watch the turbid qi go far.
Xiao Qingqi stayed where he was, very dazed.
Don't you guys want it
It was almost separated from the last clean air, and encountered the turbid air when it was first born. After walking with the turbid qi for many years, Xiao Qing qi left it for the first time, and couldn't find the direction for a while, and didn't know where to go.
It wandered aimlessly in the chaos, and found a few other wisps of fresh air.
Is this a new partner
Xiao Qingqi was about to go up to say hello in a friendly manner, when he found that the few strands of Qingqi were actually fighting. One of the wisps swallowed up the other wisps, and soon doubled in size, and it fixed its gaze on the weak little qi.
The clean air will also devour each other. They were broken up into too many strands, and the scattered power could not resist a whole cloud of turbid qi at all. Only by constantly devouring the same kind to strengthen themselves, could they have the power to fight turbid qi.
Those who were swallowed up, naturally lost consciousness forever.
Seeing that the mass of clear air was about to devour it, the small clear air had not yet reacted. At the critical moment, the mass of clear air was swallowed up by the thick black mist, and soon it was dyed dark and became part of the turbid air.
The turbid qi scolded the small clear qi in a bad mood: If you haven't made progress for so many years, don't you know how to hide
Only then did Xiao Qingqi regain his senses, and the whole group of qi was lost.
It suddenly realized the cruelty of the chaotic world.
The turbid is fighting, and the pure air is killing each other. It is peace-loving by nature, but the world is full of killing.
It's the turbid air that has protected it so well over the years.
It is hard to imagine that the most ferocious and evil turbid qi will protect a wisp of clean qi for so long, protecting it so innocently.
Xiao Qingqi threw herself into the turbid Qi's arms sadly.
The turbid qi originally wanted to scold a few more words, but when he thought that if it came a step late, the small clear qi would be swallowed up, and he even wanted to hit it with anger.
It kept it by its side to hold back its instincts, and how could it be swallowed up by other clear qi that it had raised for so many years and had not swallowed it up!
But Xiao Qingqi rushed up like this, and all the words of the turbid Qi could not be said.
It stiffened for a long while, then separated out a wisp of black mist and hugged Xiao Qingqi gently.
It's okay, I'm protecting you.
The turbid qi and the small clear qi became companions again, and they were reconciled.
However, Xiao Qingqi never persuaded the turbid Qi not to swallow the Qing Qi, but became very silent. It knows that everyone is following the law, only it is an outlier, and it cannot persuade others to be generous.
Turbid Qi knew that Xiao Qingqi didn't like seeing these killings, and he never swallowed Qing Qi again.
Anyway, it has the upper hand, and it is not necessary to turn the whole world into a turbid world.
In order to make Xiao Qingqi happier, the turbid Qi reluctantly allows those Qing Qi to stay in the world to survive.
After countless years, the turbid qi and the small clear qi became a recognized pair. Jiao does not leave Meng, Meng does not leave the focus, black and white are intertwined, lingering and sad.
The gentleness of the turbid qi to the small clear qi made the other clear qi stunned. With the passage of time, after confirming that the turbid qi will no longer swallow other clear qi, the purifying qi no longer see the turbid qi and run away, but it is always difficult to get close.
There are thousands of clean air in the world, and the turbid air only likes its small clean air.
Finally, after a long, long time, chaos first opened and the ground appeared.
A handsome black-clothed deity woke up from the ground, his black hair was loose and his black eyes were cold.
All the turbid qi in the world merged together and turned into an evil spirit named Qi Ye.
He is the first god in the world.
Born strong.
At this time, because of the scattered power, those Qingqi are still weak and unable to transform into gods.
They looked at the birth of the evil god with fear and envy.
Become a god, who wouldn't want to
The turbid and turbid fought for countless years, this is to compete for a chance to become a god first.
Qi Ye lowered his eyes and stared at the bewildered Xiao Qingqi wrapped around his fingertips, and smiled, his expression was gentle and playful.
"Little guy, don't you recognize me?"
Xiao Qingqi shook the gas.
The white mist wrapped around the fingertips, turning into a softness around the fingers in the hand.
From then on, the world has night and earth, which is Qi Ye's territory.
Later, the world has day, sun, moon, stars, four seasons...
With sun god, moon god, wind god, thunder god...
All the turbid qi casts an evil spirit, but the clear qi is divided into countless strands and transformed into many gods of nature. The power of those gods of nature is far less than Qi Ye, and Qi Ye has never put them in his eyes.
His only entertainment is to stay in his own shrine, guarding Xiao Qingqi and thinking: "Little guy, when will you become a god?"
"I don't know what kind of god you will be."
"If you change shape, you will definitely look prettier than those gods of nature outside."
"It doesn't matter if you're not beautiful. You don't dare to change shape if you're under pressure. I think you're the most beautiful no matter what you look like."
…
One day, a heavy snow fell in the world.
It was the first snow in the world.
When Qi Ye woke up, he found that the window was covered with snow, the air was filled with cold air, and he was holding a white-haired boy in his arms.
Snow is skin, ice is face.
Has ice blue eyes.
Snow White was born in the arms of the night.