The black belly God of fast time travels to chase his wife online

Chapter 1 Wedge (skippable)

【Introduction】

Feng Ran's heart has always been only one thing: throw down her cold and cold god, give him a monkey, and then reach the pinnacle of life.

Fengran asked: How can I successfully catch up with my god?

Yuelao replied: The Buddha said that it cannot be said.

However, once she was kicked down to the mortal world by Tianjun, what accompanied her was not her own god, but a matchmaker system full of bugs!
The god who was thinking about it didn't care whether she would stay or not, and the disheartened Feng Ran said: For the rest of my life... let's live blindly.It's not reliable at all to attack God or something.

There is no beautiful man anywhere in the world: the loyal boy idol, the sullen military master who dotes on his wife strongly, the arrogant young master, the noble and glamorous uncle regent... The key is, they all spoil her alone!
When I learned one day that the identities of these people were actually...

Fengran really doesn't know, should she be flattered?Should I be flattered...

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One day, Fengran was walking on the street, seeing those girls screaming at a huge photo, she felt very disdainful.

At this time, an arm suddenly stretched out from her waist, hugging her into her arms.The man behind him asked with a half-smile, "Are you jealous?"

The deep and pleasant voice is full of irresistible pampering.

Mouran snorted and didn't answer.

"Go back at night, and I'll just show you alone, okay?"

The man lowered his head, bit her ear lightly, his low voice was full of temptation.

"..." The face of a certain woman who thought she was comparable to a city wall was instantly on fire.

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All the gods in the Nine Heavens know that the God in Xuanwei Star Palace is unparalleled in wisdom, mature and stable.

In the past, Fengran could still express her deep approval.

But now looking at the guy in front of her who wanted to snatch a peach from her son, she couldn't help but rubbed her forehead: Then who is this childish ghost in front of her?

All the immortals in the Nine Heavens know that the God in Xuanwei Star Palace is like a flower on a high mountain, which can be seen from a distance but not approached.

Feng Ran pushed away someone's handsome face and put it up again: Then who is this scoundrel beside her who doesn't know what morals are?

All the gods in the Nine Heavens say that the God in the Xuanwei Star Palace has no desires and desires, and is not close to women.

On a dark and windy night, Fengran huddled in the corner of the bed, biting the quilt, rubbing her waist that was about to break, looking defensively at the guy who turned into a wolf at night, wanting to cry without tears: Who is this hungry wolf who gnawed her down to nothing left in front of her? !

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【wedge】

That back figure is like the laurel tree in the Guanghan Palace, still tall and straight... still unhuman.

A gust of wind blew from the yard, and the wind blew up the man's spotless robe. The pine and bamboo patterns on the robe were lifelike. When the wind blew, it seemed to be able to blow the branches and leaves on it.

She looked at his back, and he turned his back to her.

Such scenes have been played out every day for thousands of years.

She is also used to looking at his back like this.

However, this time, it was the last time that she would look at his back like this, like a sad horn.

After tidying up her thoughts, Feng Ran suppressed the turbulent emotions in her eyes, bowed her head to bow to the man, and then slowly stood up from the ground.

With the same brisk tone as always, she said to the back: "Master, the disciple is gone." The brisk tone was as if she was going to play next door for a while and would be back soon.

The figure from his back remained motionless, if he could not feel his aura, Feng Ran would have thought that standing in front of him was a stone statue.

The corners of her lips raised slightly, Feng Ran smiled self-deprecatingly, and finally turned and left.

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The old gods in Jiuchongtian all said that Zhuxiantai is the coldest place in the whole heaven.

Maybe it's because countless gods who violated the rules of heaven have been dealt with here, and those lingering grievances have gathered here to form.

However, Fengran had been to extremely cold places that were even colder than here, and in such cold places, she had lived alone for hundreds of years.So in her opinion, the coldness of Zhuxian Terrace was nothing.

"Xingjun, have you thought clearly? After this jump, you may never get up again."

Yuelao, who accompanied Fengran all the way, looked at Fengran's dazed side face, and couldn't help asking one more question.

Feng Ran nodded slowly, then glanced at the direction of Xuanwei Xinggong behind her, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "This may be the time I thought about it the most clearly."

"The little old man only hopes that King Xing will return soon." Yuelao said.

"Lend your blessings."

As she said that, Fengran took a look at Zhuxian Terrace, stopped for a while, then raised her pace, and walked slowly towards Zhuxian Terrace. Looking at the unfathomable black vortex below, she closed her eyes, held her breath and jumped down...

The moment his consciousness was swallowed, a white dress seemed to appear in front of him...

[Wedge part, you can skip and read the text directly~]

　I need to make up a thousand words, but the wedge is a bit short, I will use the introduction to make up for it... don't mind...

　　
　
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