Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

It's hard to imagine that a young man with a slender body can erupt with such a powerful force.After the opponent had been racing wildly for a long time and suddenly stopped, Yato thought this while lying on the ground covering his mouth.The reason why you have to cover your mouth is to prevent the things you ate before from spitting out.

"You, Yato, your physique is too weak, aren't you?" Fumeng covered her mouth with one hand, and rested on the mirror with the other hand, the tassels hanging on both sides were not affected by the wind, and drooped quietly.

When Yato heard Fumeng's words, he just smiled wryly, "You're a different kind, aren't you?" He got up from the ground and looked at the big cave where the monster was exposed, "So, what do you want? ?” Although he said so, his hand has already touched the sword bag on his back.

The black-haired young god glanced at him resentfully, "What else can I do?" The mirror in his hand was facing the big cave with the movement of his hand, "There is something that I forgot to tell you. "

The purple-haired Martial God drew out his sword to kill the monster who suddenly became agitated for some reason, "What?" He asked distractedly.

"That child will gradually perfect himself with the changes in the things he kills!"

The two-faced god with black hair and white clothes jumped into the air like a white crane. His wide sleeves were like the wings of a crane. He threw out the talisman paper in his hand. The thin piece of paper was extremely sharp. The black lines suddenly turned red. The monster hit the barrier made of talisman paper, but was bounced back. At the same time, the mirror emitted a golden beam of light, and the monster touched melted and dissipated in the light like flying snow. .

"Yato, get out of the way!" With a soft snort, Futsushen keenly sensed the danger behind him, and jumped to the side. The next second, the golden light beam wrapped around the platinum lightning, pierced through the cave, and Deep ravines were left on the ground.Yato glanced at the ravine, then at the knife in his hand, "It's really surprising."

The black-haired young god waved his sleeves, and the talisman paper flew towards the cave, neatly pasting the cave tightly, which is considered to seal the cave, at least at this moment, there is no need to worry about monsters coming through the cave.What Yeto has to do is to kill the remaining monsters, the knife in his hand screams, it is happy, there is no weapon that does not want to be held in the hands of the master, and follow the master to fight.

Fu Meng holds the precious mirror in both hands, facing the sky, a trace of displeasure flashes in his golden pupils, "I am not here to show you a play." Following his words, the golden beam of light rushing towards the sky connects the earth and the sky. In the sky, the gloomy clouds and mist swirl around the beam of light, and then gradually spread out, revealing the blue sky.The falling golden light seemed to purify and destroy demons, and the demons wailed and melted.

After Yato killed the last monster, he keenly noticed that the red color on the blade deepened.Putting the saber back into its sheath with the backhand, the young man with the mirror behind him landed lightly. "So, what should we do next?" He could only kill the monsters, but if he wanted to close the wind hole, that would be too high a view of him.Fu Meng snorted softly, "I won't let you close it after all." He stretched out his hand, opened his lips and said, "Jin."

Following his voice, the precious mirror suspended behind him suddenly turned into a stream of light, and finally turned into a sword, held in Fumeng's hand.In this regard, Yato made a surprised sound, he touched his chin, one body with two sides...

The black-haired god drew out the sword, and what was in the sheath was not the blade of the sword, but a condensed body of some kind of power.Fumeng waved his hand lightly, and the cave suddenly let out a huge mournful cry, it was cut open, and the passage between the underworld and the world was cut off.The talisman paper exploded together with the golden light blade, and the cave where the monsters came out was violently closed.

The purple-haired God of Misfortune was silent for a moment, and his words were obviously complicated, "Will you really not have any impact on Huangquan and the world?" , Hearing his words, Floating Dream became angry with embarrassment, "Nah! Can you close it?!" He folded his arms and chest, "Compared to this, let me remind you, this place is not too far from Bishamon's shrine. If you don't run away, I guess we will meet her." Ye Dou's body froze, and almost at the same time, an angry female voice came from a high place, "Wojin God!!!"

Yato started to run away with his sword bag in his hand, which shows how much he can't avoid that crazy woman from Bishamon.

Seeing the figures of the two gods leaving one after the other, Fumeng couldn't help being surprised, "Ara, Yato escapes really fast. But, Bishamon, it seems that she cares about her divine weapon." Yaolang stood beside him, "Probably because, he regards him as a family member." Gods similar to humans will not only burst out of strength because of positive emotions such as love and hope, but also because of hate, despair, anger, etc. Negative emotions burst out with force, so, in reality, there is nothing special about humans and gods.Gods are monsters born from human desires and imaginations, and after many years, merged with human characteristics, and finally have the current gods.

[I have repeatedly raised the point that gods and humans are not special. Although such a statement will make those gods laugh and disdain, in fact, no matter it was or is now, I have always thought so.

As long as we study the history of human beings, it is not difficult to find that as human beings explored nature, they gradually summed up those incomprehensible things in a certain image. This was the original god, and then gradually processed it to form the current god.It's ridiculous to say that the gods are arrogant, proud of their own existence, but forget that their own existence is constructed by human beings.

Humans pray to the gods, and the gods fulfill their wishes. Humans construct gods, and the gods are arrogant that they are different from humans.Gods and humans are really the most contradictory creatures in the world.In a way, their relationship is like that of interdependent and symbiotic creatures in nature.

What is a human day like?

Get up in the morning, eat breakfast, then do something, such as work, read, then eat lunch, maybe take a nap, maybe not, continue to do your own things, wait until evening, eat dinner, work or play, and finally go to bed.And then, every day, as always.In this way, this kind of life is really boring, just like worker ants are running around to carry food all day long from birth to death.This is how I judged after observing for a few days, but on the other hand, I was amazed.To be able to create value in such a boring life, find the joy of your own smile, and then live like this, human beings are so great that people can't help but want to cry.

I have repeatedly stated that human beings and gods are the same, so from the above discussion of human beings' day, we can know that God's day is not much different.At best, God doesn't care whether to sleep or not, or to eat or not.However, a god who is happy to enjoy will probably not give up eating and sleeping.

There are different levels of gods. The gods who are enshrined need to listen to the prayers of believers every day, and then deal with these things, and each plays a role in its own position. Of course, gods are not omnipotent wish-making machines.God won't even listen to such daydreams as wanting to get rich overnight, hoping that the goddess will like him.However, most of the wishes are relatively ordinary ones, which have been like this for hundreds of years, to be happy and healthy, to be successful in school, to get rich and get promoted, or to have a smooth relationship.After all, I can't escape these ordinary but sincere wishes.

Some gods once asked me, why am I willing to observe those human beings who can see through them at a glance, and have lived for decades?

I didn't answer then, but now I can.

When I look at the lives of those people, I am looking at the life of God.

A day called a man is called a life of a man; a day called a god is called a life of a god.

No matter whether it is a person or a god, just one day means a lifetime, and it will remain unchanged from then on. 】

Fumeng propped her chin, the face cloth was removed and put aside, the outline of the eyes is still a bit round, the figure of a boy is always softer.He held a small spoon in his other hand, "Speaking of which, monsters and monsters are two different things." The monsters that the medicine seller was responsible for solving were actually monsters.Fu Meng put down the hand supporting his chin. He looked at Buffy in front of him and was thinking about where to start.

"Here, there are gods and undead, but there are no monsters." The ice cream was mixed with chocolate sauce, and it was cold to the bottom of his heart. The boy couldn't help squinting his eyes. It was obvious that he liked this feeling very much.In front of the drug seller was a matcha cake. As a traditional guy, he rarely ate such things, so he chose matcha for the taste.The slightly bitter tea flavor blended perfectly with the sweetness of the cream, softening his calm face.

The two continued to discuss the previous topic, "The monsters here are different from monsters." The drug seller said softly, "No matter how powerful the monsters here are, they will never be the same as monsters." Fumeng took another scoop of ice cream, " So it must be because of the existence of the artifact." He felt that the artifact was very similar to youkai in a certain sense, but mainly it was more similar to Shikigami.

"This world lacks a lot of fun." Fumeng lamented that the existence of monsters can always provide a lot of reverie and fun. All kinds of monsters are very interesting. Hyakki Yakaku is quite a topic among human beings. Words, yearning and fear.The boy sighed, "Ah, now is not the time to talk about this."

The cut fruits are decorated on the snow-white ice cream. The sweet and sour taste stimulates the taste buds and enriches the taste.

After a long time, Fumeng made a sincere voice: "It's a pity that Yato is not here."

[A day called God is actually a life of God.

The name is God's day, and the name is God's life. 】