Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"Well... I hope there will be a good harvest..."

The young god sat in front of the desk, the table, the side, and even the room were full of official documents. Facing the prayer in front of him from the believers, he curled his mouth under the veil, without taking another look, and then Throwing it aside, "Really, I'm not the land god, besides..." Fu Meng clenched the pen tightly in her hand, restraining her urge to crush it, "That's enough ! A group of bastards! They are not human beings, what kind of harvest do they want!"

At the same time as he uttered the sound, the pen in his hand was broken. Fumeng glanced at it, and skillfully threw it into the trash can, and there were already several violently broken pens lying in the trash can.The black-haired boy took out another document from a pile of documents. He looked down and suddenly let out a snort. Then, the corners of his lips under the veil curled up. He threw away the pen and stood up, still holding the document in his hand. , like a child who has found an interesting toy, "Ha, something interesting happened."

There are scattered papers underfoot, and their owners don't care much, and in fact, they do.If the young god wants to read them, they are documents, if he doesn't want to read them, they are just a pile of waste paper.The end result of useless things is to be thrown away.

"Yaolang, let's go out and play."

As if his mind had returned to his childhood, the god poked his head out from behind the door. He shook the white paper in his hand, and the golden eyes on the black background cloth also bent into the shape of a crescent moon because they felt the master's emotions, showing The master's good mood.

The young man with light blond hair took the paper, his water-colored pupils swept across it quickly, and finally froze on a few words in it. He raised his head to look at the god in the night, and nodded slightly.

"Then, let's go now." Fumeng didn't feel that there was anything to prepare for. On the contrary, he felt that even if it was a whim, it was for the other party's face. It is very suitable, not only because of his current appearance, but also because of the power he possesses.God really loves His child deeply. Although he cannot give him his destiny, he has easily obtained everything that other people may never get.

The scattered long hair of the young god was intertwined with the hem of the clothes that looked like a sea of ​​stars, and he stepped on the ground with bare feet, except for a string of bells on each ankle. "Really, it's interesting." What he said was referring to the content on the white paper. The center of the golden pupils under the mask showed a sharp shape, like a beast about to hunt, bringing people a boundless sense of danger.But I don't know whether it's because he restrained his aura too well, or the mask used to cover up his aura was too effective, so that the violent, ferocious, eager aura on his body was not exposed at all.

Two people walked on the water surface around the shrine, aiming at the torii gate leading to the outside world.

The drug seller glanced at the young man beside him, who was humming an unknown tune. It could be seen that the other party left the pile of paperwork in a very happy mood.The young man smiled, his water-colored pupils were as calm as an abyss of water, his youthful appearance and calm and mysterious temperament made him stand out. "Speaking of which, where did Yato go?" The destitute appearance of Fujin God makes people question, is the life of the gods so difficult now?The other party is basically eating and sleeping in the open. Without a shrine of his own, he can only go to a shrine without a master, or a shrine of other gods.The former is fine, but if the latter is a god with a bad temper, he will be kicked out directly.What's more, Yato is the God of Misfortune.

"Humans are really scary."

The wind blows by, the black hair of the god standing on a high place flutters, but the face cloth that covers the face does not lift a corner, and the wide sleeves are also blown by the wind, like a bird. Below is the endless stream of lights. Human technology It has been developed for only a few hundred years, but it has already created a brilliant light.

The god under the moon looked down at the city and sighed.

"Human beings are terrible creatures. If the gods can't satisfy their wishes, create a god that can satisfy their wishes."

As if thinking of something, he laughed softly.

"Those gods are also idiots. How long can human faith last?" The tone of the gods, who are far more ancient and vicissitudes than the appearance, is flat. I don't know whether it is ridicule or sighing. Everything is destined to end from the beginning, and the gods will eventually Going to the end.

Taking a deep breath, and then exhaling it slowly, the golden pupils under the mask radiated light, and everything in the world was captured in the eyes.

"Inari God, Tenjin, Ebisu..." The master who whispered those breaths in his mouth, suddenly, Fumeng laughed, "Yato, no..." He stopped speaking , looked up to the sky.Tonight's moon was unexpectedly bright, but the deserted moonlight was finally swallowed up by human lights. The young god stretched out his hand, as if trying to catch the moonlight scattered from the night sky.The wide sleeves fluttered forward, "Yao Lang, did you find it?"

The shikigami standing behind seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a gentle and calm expression, and the eyes on the talisman paper turned red, as if alive, "This is really, a wonderful experience." It was the first time he saw the whole city from this perspective, Even the history and future of mankind.

Fu Meng opened his arms, "Human beings, there will never be a shortage of those ambitious guys." He is not a god in this world, not to mention, his essence is linked to 'disaster', so he is naturally quite satisfied with the current situation . "Phosphorus." With his voice, the giant black-furred beast jumped out of the shadows, and its blue pupils were like phosphorus fire that burned the wilderness, "Your Majesty."

The young god sat sideways on the giant beast, and he pulled up his face uncharacteristically, revealing a golden eye.

Far away, where no one notices.

The purple-haired Fujin looked at the monster in front of him vigilantly. He clenched the knife in his hand tightly. Contrary to the bustling city lights, only the cold white, even pale moonlight shone in on the abandoned buildings.Under the moonlight, the knife glowed with a cold white light. I don't know if it was an illusion, but a red light faintly flashed across the blade.If he didn't find something wrong now, he would be a fool.

"This knife..." Yeto frowned and looked at the knife in his hand. Under the pale light, it was indeed an ordinary knife. The odds of being a guy from that world over there are more than 01:30 points higher.

"Tsk, next time, I must ask clearly!" Fu Jinshen clicked his tongue, held a knife in both hands, jumped, and then slashed down fiercely.Normal knives have almost no effect on the demon and the guys over there, but this knife cuts them like ordinary things.

The god who puts everything in his eyes laughed, he admired this god of misfortune quite a lot, the knife was said to be average, because it was indeed just the most ordinary knife, without any special materials, and there was no blessing or The curse has no legend of its own, but it is also unusual because of its forger.

The god sitting sideways on the black giant beast opened his fan, his golden pupils narrowed slightly, showing the same sharpness.The forger of that sword is him, he forged it as 'disaster, disaster, disaster'.So even without using special materials, without blessings and curses, without its own legend, it is still the most special knife.At first he wanted to find an owner for it, but it took a lot of thought.It's a pity that the person who got the knife was swallowed by the knife not long after.

Therefore, this time I chose the God of Misfortune, hoping that he can live longer.

Putting down the veil, covering the beautiful face again, and the golden eyes that people can't forget at a glance, the voice of the young god almost floats in the air, "Yes, live long enough for me to find it interesting!" .” Even though, everything started only ten years later.The gods from other worlds revealed their bad nature. Even facing the destined son of this world, he still took action to change the fate of the other side. composed of branches.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Fumeng looked at the young man standing next to the giant beast, and invited him to sit up and go to other places.He took out the official document, on which was written quite interesting information, "Ah, I didn't expect this world to be so interesting." Dou's artifact, a huge net spread out in this world.

The drug seller turned his head slightly, not knowing how long the other party had been here, not only got the identity of the god, but also collected this information.

"A little while, let's go see each other." The long black hair is like a crow's feathers, and the black bird spreads its wings, "Whether it's Bishamon or Ebisu..." The golden eyes are extremely calm , "and, 'day'."

In the sky above the city, giant beasts that are not seen by people are stepping in the sky.

The young god nestled in the arms of the youth-shaped shikigami, but he was looking forward to the drama in his heart. He squinted his eyes, "I really want to see that magician." His voice was caught by the youth, and according to the general Generally speaking, the medicine seller will not stay in one place for a long time, but this time is an exception.The light golden forehead was blown by the wind, and there seemed to be something flickering in the water-blue pupils, like a lake under the moonlight. This time, they will probably spend a long time together.

Almost for a moment, the giant beast with black fur stopped in its tracks, and what was in front of it was one of their several destinations.

Phosphorus bent down and let the person on him fall off easily.The god dressed in the night felt the breath that hadn't dissipated, "Ah, this breath is really..."

The drug seller watched the scene in front of him, "That Valkyrie must have blamed herself very much."

The double-faced god smiled, "Are you blaming yourself? Isn't it because she is also at fault?" His voice raised slightly, "Everyone knows that carrying too many people on your shoulders makes you unable to go on."

[People who carry too much burden will eventually be overwhelmed by what they carry, and they can only give up, or there may be a way out.

あまりにも多くの人を袁っていると、被っているものに报しつぶされてしまいます. 】

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