The vivid eyes turned into a dead body in an instant. The village, which was still noisy and irritating the moment before, fell into boundless silence.

The plague god slowly landed from the air and gradually calmed down.

Then he watched the scene at this moment coldly, feeling a little ironic.

The fire is still burning, and the dead soul has left the body.

One after another, they were shackled and drove them into rows and were escorted to the place they should go.

One follows the other, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, no longer as arrogant or crazy as before. Occasionally, he will take back with panic. He is as gentle as a group of lambs.

When a mortal is happy, he will never have such "politeness".

Those faces that were either disgusted and cursed or had plots were still in front of them, but after experiencing the front line of life and death, they finally knew what they were. They knew that as a mortal, whether they were officials or civilians, they should bow their heads to her.

However, this is not what she wants.

Whether these people die or not, this is not the result she wants.

Because that woman will never come back.

Even because of his delay in awakening, even the last farewell was entrusted to the ghost sender, it was not enough.

If she could still live well, she would rather be the mortal. She would continue to be her daughter obediently, even if she would be spitted by those pickled things, even if she needed to hold her tail to be a human being.

As long as she is still alive.

As long as she is still a happy mother.

pity...

If the awakening of the spiritual consciousness only brings the awe of irrelevant people, and leaves only the pain that cannot be endured, it would be fine if it doesn't work. Because in her opinion, the late look-ahead look down on the prestige just now is like a joke.

"The little god respectfully invites the plague god to return to his position."

This room was lamenting, and there was an old man with white eyebrows and white beard suddenly appearing from where he hit. He smiled gently and was waiting for Lord Plague God to respond with a gentle smile.

The plague god turned his head when he heard this, but his cold and sharp eyes scared the old man.

The old man looked at himself and didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it. This was another tribute: "The little god respectfully asked the plague god to return to his position."

"Call me again and be careful of your tongue!" The plague god rebuked.

It's really not enlightening.

She was scolded for several years, but finally dragged her mother down because of the name of the God of Plague. Now someone came to remind her that she was a real God of Plague. How could people accept it?

The old man didn't know that Lord Plague God was mourning the world experience and was unable to get rid of it. Seeing her looking at the dead bodies on the ground, he thought the other party was compassionate and pity these mortals, so he spoke again: "Plague——, Lord of the Palace, the matter here is over, don't be too touched."

Lord Plague God ignored him again.

The old man's mission is to pick up the main god. Seeing that the other party left without saying a word, he ignored him and was bored. He turned around for a few times, his heart lit up, and then he pinched his fingers and urged a gust of wind and rain.

The rain drizzled, and after the plague god felt it, he couldn't help but glared at the old man again: "Are you very idle?"

The old man still didn't know how troublesome he was, and he laughed and said, "There is no stars or moon tonight, and this is the situation in front of him again. The little god will answer the scene."

"You don't need to be so considerate!" Lord Plague God gritted his teeth, "If you are really idle, go and take a look elsewhere. This disaster... should be enough."

"Don't worry, your blood is left here. You can't think about it even if you want to take advantage of a storm." The old man replied with his eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly sighed inwardly that he was smart and had less trouble invisibly. "As for other places, if you have all the gods, you will be safe and sound soon."

The plague god has no sound again.

The old man continued to be bored and circled.

As he turned around, he suddenly felt that the aura of a person was approaching. He quickly stopped and bowed: "Master of the Palace, someone is here."

Seeing that Lord Plague God had no mind to know himself, he had to hurriedly tell him, "The Lord of the Palace, the little god came to the world this time to pick you up, and there was no task to contact mortals..."

"Hide it." Lord Plague God finally snorted and interrupted his nagging.

"Oh." The old man replied, "The little god avoided for a while. When the palace master decided to leave, he called the little god out again." After speaking, a flash of light flashed and his body was hidden.

The plague god was still silent, but his attention had already turned from the front to the back.

Before the old man spoke, she had already noticed that the stranger was approaching and also heard the footsteps - the person who came should be the father and second brother of the mortal Huanyan.

In order to block the youngest daughter, the father and son recovered the village from the town.

The plague god did not run over as usual, and threw himself into his father and brother's arms with an innocent smile.

She was hesitating.

I don’t know if my father and brother found out that their daughter and sister suddenly became gods and could still accept her.

Hesitated for a moment, and decided to face it calmly.

She has indeed become God, but no one has ever said that if she becomes God, she cannot continue to be a daughter or sister.

People outside the Temple of Plague are not in charge, she has the final say.

After making up his mind, he sorted out his clothes and turned around.

Turning around and looking back, his eyes met, Lord Plague God found that the two people opposite him had a look that she would never forget.

The two eyes were filled with fear, cringe, incredibility, and various complex emotions, but they did not have the joy and pampering of the past.

To sum up all emotions, only one word is enough to cover - distance.

The plague god refused to admit this perception at that time, so he deliberately changed to the mortal's happy voice and called out to the opposite side: "Dad."

A kind call did not result in the same kind response, but saw the other party retreating subconsciously.

The eyes may choose to interpret them in your own way because of the state of mind. This shrinking step back can no longer be ignored.

One step at each other, one step at a gap, one step at a time, heaven/human.

The heart of the plague god suddenly fell to the bottom.

The other party may have realized his incompetence and then moved back one step.

Seeing this, the plague god's heart was warmed up a little.

Although this step seems a bit reluctant, the steps are much smaller than the one when you retreat. It is always a sign of being close, right?

Her father still recognizes her.

The next moment, I heard a man ask timidly: "Are you a demon or a demon? Where did you get my Yan'er?"

The plague god ignored the word "demon" and replied: "Dad, I am Yan'er."

The man did not respond, as if the question had just been used up to him.

The boy next to him tightened his hand holding the man's arm, and plucked up the courage to retort: ​​"You're talking nonsense! My sister cannot...Impossible..."

"It is impossible to kill someone?" The plague god knew what he was going to say, so he simply said it straightforwardly for the other party. After saying that, he suddenly felt a little angry at the words and attitudes of the two people in front of him, and sneered, "But just kill a group of a group of people, kill them."
Chapter completed!