A Genius and a God Fell In Love

On weekdays, she is most afraid of pain.

Fear overcame the pain in the game, and I didn't feel anything until now when I brought it up.

It's just chicken shit that's disgusting.

She cut off a corner of the clothes with scissors, and wiped the chicken feces off the back of her hands.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Maybe it was too quiet and the atmosphere was a bit depressing, so the girl took the initiative to find a topic to break the silence.

"All the black cloths damaged by the guard beasts have been restored."

"Yeah, the previous ones are back to normal."

And the god who restored the black cloth sighed distressedly when he saw the rags flying like snow.

"Sure enough, there should be a rule that NPCs are not allowed to destroy game props. These children are too lively."

The Nine Heavens Sanskrit sound was ethereal and illusory, his appearance dispelled the gloom and coldness in the maze.

The sky is full of divine light, peaceful and quiet.

After a battle, this picture can easily soothe the anxiety and boiling in the heart.

Zhao Feiyuan lay on the ground and closed her eyes to rest.

Nangong Nan bent one leg and stared at the person not far away.

She was dressed in a light golden robe, full of radiance, as if there were floating cloud patterns, her black hair was like ink, and her figure was elegant.

Seen from the back, it is an untouched, unreachable fairy god.

When he turned around, he was so beautiful that it fascinated people's eyes.

And when he spoke—

"Child of humanity, your sight makes me feel hot."

Nangong Nan: "..."

When he opened his mouth, she wanted to squeeze her fist.

Sven scum is undoubtedly.

The restorer raised his hand and restored a piece of tattered black cloth before turning around.

The bony fingers pushed the glasses, and the five rings shone brightly.

The expression on his face still belonged to the mercy and tolerance of the gods and Buddhas.

Nangong Nan asked, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"I'm nearsighted," said the restorer.

Nangong Nan: "..."

After all the black cloths were repaired, he walked over.

There seemed to be a stream of light floating while walking, and it was obvious that there was a dark and terrifying giant cloth around him, but his whole body was warm and peaceful, like a quiet temple.

He stopped in front of Nangong Nan.

Wei Wei looked at her with her head down, and said, "I'm really worried that you won't be able to survive the backlash from spying on the secrets of heaven."

He frowned lightly, as if he was genuinely worried about her.

Nangong Nan: "..."

Didn't you do it on purpose?

He seemed to understand the girl's expression.

The restorer stretched out a finger and tapped her forehead, the gesture was intimate, but not ambiguous.

Because Nangong Nan saw tolerance and love in his eyes.

How merciful God is.

He said: "Everything in the world has rules, and the rules of the game are even more clear and rigorous. If you detect the secret, you will naturally have to bear the consequences."

He is like a luminous god and Buddha, full of divinity and tolerance.

And like an elder, patiently teaching her the laws of the world.

Looking at the girl's innocent eyes, he raised his hand and pressed her small head.

Sighing: "Such a weak and simple human child made it all the way down. I am both admirable and pitiful. There are still more than four hours left. It is really not easy."

The corner of Nangong Nan's mouth twitched.

Her violent temper would have crushed him to the ground long ago.

The restorer straightened up and smiled at her in the divine light: "Good luck, poor child."

The divine light withdrew, and the damp and gloomy Senran instantly filled the place.

Nangong Nanbei bit her lower lip.

She clenched her small fist and hammered the floor a few times, shaking Zhao Feiyuan awake.