The flowing clouds were still, the sea breeze was torn apart, the flowing red light was suspended, and the raised dust was like a huge mushroom cloud, which was frozen at the moment of rising.
Time and space control is a hundred times more powerful than Wang Lingxian's time gap.
"Ding Baiqing."
Cen Jin raised his head, his cheeks touched the cold gold earrings and satin-like hair, his eyes retracted from the end of the crimson beam of light, and fell to Ding Baiqing's profile.
Ding Baiqing crossed Cen Jin's shoulder with his left hand, clasped his neck loosely, and pressed his index finger against Cen Jin's chin.
"Is this also in your script? Is the scene as grand?" Cen Jin pointed to the strange sacrifices outside the military region, his tone was strange and calm: "How do you feel now? Is it a complacency of no last resort, or a mockery of me? stupid?"
"Correct a little, it's not my script."
"Huh? Is there a difference? You are a great god, you know the micro, you know everything, no matter how deep the Queen Mother of the West or the Emperor Shi Tianmou is, you can't hide it from you. Ah yes, it's not your script, you said , you just follow along."
Cen Jin laughed, yin and yang were strange, but his eyes were fierce and sharp, red bright, like a ferocious beast encountered a major setback, even if it was wrapped in negative emotions, it was covered with armor and full of thorns.
"Yes, yes." Cen Jinzuo suddenly realized that he approached Ding Baiqing and said, "You said when you were in Wei Town that the one who really decides the fate is me. I chose to destroy Asura's practice in Pingxi Village. The control base, I chose the story to send others to the customs so that both Baimu Nu and Di Shitian noticed me, so I was dragged into Kusinara, got the longevity serum, resurrected Vishnu... Step by step In Di Shitian's plan.
It's my choice, or rather, my own.
Blame me for being self-righteous and self-righteous. I should have been comfortable with being ordinary. I was an ordinary person. Why should I be a savior? Am I worthy? Zhou Man's casual predictions made me think how capable I am, but I can't bear such a heavy responsibility at all.
Lack of courage, strength, lack of luck is always a little bit worse. Where does the right place and the right place and me account for
Nothing at all, I almost forgot my identity in the script you arranged, thinking that I had changed from a transparent supporting role to a supporting role with a little importance, so I defaulted to Zhou Man's prophecy, Baimu Nu and their expectations of becoming Buddhas. It is now that this one is as embarrassed as a dog. "
Ding Yiqing looked at him quietly, like an adult who would never make mistakes and was always calm and calm.
Cen Jin hates this metaphor, it makes him feel like a piece of shit who will screw everything up.
"What else? What else do you want to say?" Ding Yiqing pressed Cen Jin's neck loosely, lowered his head and approached him: "Did you still think that if you weren't bewitched at first, you wouldn't want to grab the longevity serum, without the longevity serum? Wouldn’t it be possible to resurrect Vishnu by accident, so there would be no disaster?”
Cen Jin glared at him, his throat was sweet, blood filled his mouth, and it was blocked between his teeth.
"Or, do you think that if you hadn't expelled me stupidly and beyond your own power, you wouldn't be so embarrassed in the face of Di Shitian's powerful strength, you could rely on over-exploitation of the brain domain to solve Di Shitian's problem last time. Heaven and that big snake, you can still save everyone, and you can choose a gentler way to send those weird people to Buddhahood, right?"
Ding Yiqing's remarks cut through Cen Jin's chaotic and morbid psychology mercilessly like a sharp knife. Seeing the tragic sacrifice, Cen Jin felt that the disaster could not have happened, and only had to endure the threat brought by Ding Yiqing.
Or be more generous, sell the body, cooperate with Ding Yiqing's performance, and exchange for something of equal value from him, such as Di Shitian's plan.
Before Vishnu was resurrected, Ding Baiqing mentioned it a few times. He obviously knew the inside story. As long as he paid the same price as buying brain development services, he could know the identity of Emperor Shitian and his purpose in advance, and the disaster could be completely avoided.
But Cen Jin refused again and again.
"You put the shortcut to the result in front of me, let me choose, and I chose to refuse." Cen Jin held Ding Baiqing's hand around his neck, and smiled, his expression was a little crazy, like a man full of The bottle of boiling water is calm on the surface and cracks appear on the inside.
"I expelled you, I thought I could balance the two gods, and trapped you with the naive method of cannibalism, but I stepped into the hole that was dug a long time ago... Ding Baiqing, all this is under your control, I I can't run away, I can't get rid of you, I can't get rid of you, I can't leave you, I can't win you. You want me to be afraid, give up resistance, accept your arrangements obediently, and become the protagonist in your heart, right?"
"It's all finished? I guess it should be finished." Ding Baiqing pulled Cen Jin over, holding his shoulders to face each other, while wiping away the bloodstain that almost covered Cen Jin's eyelids with his thumb, he said, "You expel me first, how do you behave? Are you more wronged and angry than I am?"
Cen Jin frowned: "I'm in your calculations, can't I be angry?"
Ding Yiqing laughed angrily, wiping the dust off Cen Jin's cheeks harder: "I reminded you, you don't believe it. Cen Jin, you don't believe me. Of course, judging from my performance, if you don't believe me and want to get rid of me, I No blame. But be fair to me, you can't accuse me of ulterior motives. I have always used conspiracy in a dignified manner, and the money and the goods are not deceived. Be fair to me, forget about human beings, when something happens to those weird people , you blame me in a hurry..."
Cen Jin swallowed his saliva, still with a stubborn expression, his tongue licked his teeth, even more frivolous and disdainful.
"Also said to be obedient and give up resistance... Have you ever been obedient? Is it possible for you to be obedient? Don't take this opportunity to give yourself money."
Ding Baiqing sneered, and finally wiped Cen Jin's face dry, his eyes fell on his eyes, and he saw the dense red blood inside, and the sharp and strong emotions that erupted. At first glance, his eyes seemed to be red.
He couldn't help stunned, and sighed imperceptibly.
"Cen Jin, you live a sober life. I have never seen anyone more sober than you, and the gods are not as good as you."
"Isn't it bad?" Cen Jin approached, almost touching Ding Baiqing's face, with a strangely calm tone: "Is it my fault to be sober?"
"I'm too awake, but I can't recognize myself." Ding Baiqing gently lifted the hair from Cen Jin's cheeks, put it behind his ears, and pointed out the hidden and sharp contradictions of his character softly: "Do you think you are ordinary?"
The brain was held down by Ding Baiqing's hands, and the severe pain like tearing came from the scalp, and the feeling of the brain domain being stirred and transformed appeared for the fourth time.
Cen Jin's pupils tightened, staring at Ding Baiqing without blinking.
"You said that you recognize your duty and settle for ordinary, and you don't deserve to be a savior. The question is do you really recognize it? If you do, why did you call me out?"
Cen Jin's teeth chattered and rattled in pain.
"The so-called recognition of your identity is your most self-righteous place. There is no 'ordinary person' like you, and no 'supporting role' will rush to finish the work of the protagonist."
Ding Baiqing stared straight into the eyes of Cen Jin who was close at hand, as if he could see the pure white soul burning in the skin through these eyes, which was extremely beautiful.
He lowered his eyes, and his small fan-like eyelashes drooped down, covering the inadvertent emotion in his eyes.
Leaning over, looking up, and kissing Cen Jin's forehead lightly, it was almost invisible, like a tiny drop of water blown by the breeze, if it wasn't for Ding Baiqing who then kissed his eyelids, Cen Jin would not have thought it was true.
The pain in the brain became more and more severe, and the pain was sent to the limbs along the blood vessels, the bones creaked and the body trembled, and the pain caused Cen Jin to take a deep breath. In the brain, just the light kiss on Cen Jin's face was like a soothing candy given to him because it hurt too much.
Cen Jin tugged at Ding Baiqing's clothes tightly and refused to look away no matter how painful it was: "Do you like me?" of boiling.
"You like me." He was a little uncertain, a little doubtful, and a little sure and cunning: "Ding Baiqing, no comfort is expressed in this way, you like me."
Ding Baiqing looked up at him, pulled out his hand, and pressed Cen Jin's neck, looking at his instantly angry expression, thinking that Cen Jin always suddenly pays attention to some strange things at special moments.
For example, he may now feel that it is dirty to press the neck with the hand that has just touched the brain.
Putting his palm on Cen Jin's neck and pressing it forward, Ding Baiqing responded, "En."
Cen Jin was stunned, his attention was drawn back from the hand behind his neck, and a perception appeared in his brain: Ding Yiqing responded. He admitted it.
Ding Taiqing likes him.
What does it feel like to be liked by the gods
Cen Jin hasn't figured out the feeling yet, Ding Baiqing lowered his head, his mouth was against his lips, the soft, cold touch, a very refreshing feeling, and then the sweet smell of rust, to be precise, the taste of blood, the blood in his mouth.
The kiss was short and fleeting, the smell of dust and gunpowder lingered in the nose, and the sweet blood tasted in the mouth, but it was not beautiful at all.
Cen Jin ignored the suddenly fast beating heart.
Ding Paiqing touched the corner of his lips with his thumb, thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about reading a certain world famous book.
Cen Jin was also silent.
Ding Baiqing asked, "How do you feel?"
Cen Jin didn't answer and asked, "Can this service be free?"
"No." Ding Baiqing refused indifferently: "If you like it, you like it, and the business will follow suit. Brothers and sisters will settle accounts, unless you and I are father and son."
Huang Mao leaned back and snorted: "I thought you would at least say husband and wife, but I didn't expect you to like me because you wanted to be my dad."
"Don't you think I'm like an adult to condone your child?" Ding Baiqing: "Cen Jin, I'm not interested in raising children."
The implication is that he is not playing an idol development game, and he does not need to be regarded as an unattainable adult.
Huang Mao grabbed Ding Baiqing's arm, broke away the hand behind his neck, leaned his upper body back, and pulled the distance between him and Ding Baiqing, his gaze was lower than Ding Baiqing's, but he made a contemptuous gesture.
"Ding Baiqing."
The feeling of being liked by a dog forced by a god is probably what it is now, and I feel like fucking.
Huang Mao let go of his hand, and raised his middle finger at Ding Baiqing with both hands: "Mother Dan, you."
The next moment, it slipped down like a loach, kicked Ding Baiqing with both legs and fell freely downward, the sea breeze whistled past his ears, the soft yellow hair spread with the wind, and the suspended clouds in the sky circled in circles like a spiral, swaying. The rising dust suddenly fell in a parabolic shape and spread out in all directions. The blue-purple lightning flashed in the thick dust, making a crackling sound, causing a secondary explosion.
The still time and space regained its dynamics in an instant, the roar of the serpent in the sea, the rolling waves, the sound of the radio squeaking into the ears, the crimson beam of light wandered freely, and the strange people not far away were still doing the work of carrying and watering.
And Ding Baiqing, who was high in the sky, watched him quietly, watching him leave without hesitation, and kept pulling the distance under the action of the earth's gravity, until he couldn't see Ding Baiqing's face at all, and suddenly a word came from his ear, it was from the electronic watch sent out.
It was Ding Yiqing who borrowed the flow of electronic signals to convey to him: "50% of the brain area is developed, and the physical strength is not enough. It can be maintained for at most an hour, and the battle will be resolved quickly."
"And... one day, you will be able to fight against me. At that time, you have a chance to get rid of me, so the complaint is dismissed."
At this time, the clouds drifted past, blocking Ding Baiqing, and then, the black camera appeared in his hand.
The author has something to say: let’s update a chapter first. I originally wanted to make a fat chapter, but I was so sleepy that it affected my writing level, and then the battle scene was a bit slow to write.
The second update is estimated to be relatively late, and I don't want to write it badly, so I write it slowly.
Red envelope reviews.
Asking for nutrient solution, I fell again.
The competition is fierce at the beginning of the month, everyone
PS: I revisited it. I was sleepy and my language organization was poor. I couldn't express the emotions of this chapter clearly. Maybe the follow-up status is better and I will revisit this chapter again. Because it is a more complicated emotional change, it should have been better. Expression is right.
The sleep disturbance is especially serious these days. Yesterday should have been the limit of my body, because there is no day when I am not sleepy. If it is serious, I will be sleepy to the point of retching.
PPS: This is also the reason why my previous article was basically finished in two months.