“Good wishes?”

"Do I... need blessings?"

Looking at Wang Lin's back as he left, Dongfang had red eyes and smiled slightly without saying much.

As an immortal, I will always maintain my love and yearning for life and always believe that the world is beautiful.

Even if the truth is cruel.

Even if you understand it very much.

This is the immortal, gentle and simple, gentle and innocent, keeping a clear and uncontaminated heart.

As for the demonic appearance, that will be another extreme.

It is impossible for the East to maintain an extreme demonic appearance just after entering a world.

Keep killing until you become the great devil who is enemies of the world.

Maybe he can make a bright world and a world he wants.

But if you fail once that kind of killing, you will never be able to look back and find yourself.

Such bitterness and deep hatred, such killing.

Too stupid!

With a gentle heart, integrate into this world and enjoy the beauty of this world.

Then with the devil's absolutely cold and indifferent heart, stepping out of this prison is what he wants.

What he needs is to improve himself in this ever-changing change.

It is to make yourself stronger little by little, not to become an extreme devil for the sake of purpose.

Time passed, and a red light appeared in the sky.

The dim sun rises from the east, as if it has dyed the world a bloody color.

Under the light without heat, everything began to recover little by little.

Dongfang walked off the carriage, sat on the ruins, and looked at the sky in the east from afar.

Look at everything in the sun.

His face was soft and gentle, and his eyes were filled with simplicity and frankness, as if he was merging with the beautiful world.

"Dadada..."

A series of footsteps sounded, and Wang Lin slowly came to Dongfang to sit down.

It is only one punch away from the East.

Under the red sunlight, the two sat quietly, perhaps if they were hugging each other.

It's like a couple quietly enjoying the sunrise.

"I'm going out today. When I come back, I'll take you to the demon territory!"

After a long time, Wang Lin, who couldn't bear to break this tranquility, still spoke out and broke all this.

"OK!"

Dongfang responded, looking a little absent-minded.

But his mind had already merged with the plants and trees of this world, as if he had transformed into these thousands of flowers and plants, swaying in the wind.

Feel the little blossoming of life in the tranquility.

“I need your brush!”

Wang Lin spoke again.

"Can!"

The Eastern thoughts changed, and the brushes between the hair fell lightly in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin held it tightly, looked at Dongfang's simple and straightforward face, and wanted to speak but stopped.

He likes this, such a quiet and gentle oriental appearance.

But I also hope that Dongfang can change itself, protect itself, and not be deceived by this world.

I feel very conflicted.

"Maybe...this is why she has been so happy!"

"Always keep hope and always keep a clear heart."

"That's true... it's good!"

Wang Lin's thoughts turned and finally said, "I won't come back, you are not allowed to go out, let alone enter the city!"

The tone was a little tough.

That strong body gives people an invisible oppression.

Dongfang turned his head, looked at Wang Lin, blinked, without refuting, but said softly: "Okay! I'll wait for you to come back!"

He clearly speaks very softly, but he is very obedient and well-behaved.

But this voice fell into Wang Lin's ears and made him feel a little sad.

He even subconsciously said, "Will you not resist?"

"Resist?"

Dongfang murmured lightly and said with a smile: "It's not the time... and I can feel that you are for my own good!"

"You know... being taken care of is actually a kind of beauty!"

He had already made a decision last night and began to explore the middle stage of the God Transformation when he was separated from Wang Lin and alone.

So, no matter what happened in the past two days, it didn't matter to him.

Heartless, not tired of living.

The softness brought by the immortal appearance also made him not want to think so much.

Everyone in this world understands that the survival of the weak is the eternal change.

As long as his strength continues to increase, he will one day speak out for himself and resist him.

Now... it's really not the time.

"I said...I'm using you... Forget it, it's good!"

Halfway through, Wang Lin suddenly turned around and walked towards the distance.

He suddenly felt that such an oriental was really good. It was really good to ignore those worries. Living in his own world was really good.

If you are like yourself, you will be able to bear heavy hatred, you will probably be able to crush Dongfang.

Even himself sometimes finds it hard to breathe.

Looking at Wang Lin's back, Dongfang still smiled softly.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind: real hunters often appear as prey.

"Actually...hunters and prey will never have such obvious positioning, they just have different ways of dealing with things!"

"I enjoy the beauty when I am in the immortal world!"

"When I am demonic, I will execute the cruelty!"

Thinking of this, Dongfang was on a whim and took out the drawing board. He was about to paint, but suddenly he remembered that the brush was taken away by Wang Lin.

"Uh...I'm really getting stupider..."

"Everyone says that one pregnancy has been stupid for three years, and I am not pregnant yet!"

He raised his hand and knocked over the drawing board. Dongfang lies on his arms, lying on the grass, looking silently at the sky.

Slowly close your eyes, relax your mind, and integrate into everything around you.

At this moment, without the drawing board, he seemed to have become those plants and flowers swaying in the wind, silently feeling the flowing of life in his body.

Wang Lin has never returned.

All day and night, and the East was also on the grass, lying silently for a day and a night.

It was not until the next day that it was dawn that Wang Lin hurriedly returned.

From afar, Dong Wen felt a strong bloody smell, which emanated from Wang Lin.

"Dadada..."

As his steps approached, Dongfang finally calmed down from the tranquility and looked up at Wang Lin.

I saw Wang Lin holding a jade plate in one hand and walking towards him.

The one placed in the jade plate was actually Qiqiaoguo.

"This... do you still bring gifts every time you come back?"
To be continued...