As soon as he thought of those two words, something seemed to hit his ears hard, making his ears ring and his eyes dazzled, making him panic.
He has forgotten everything, even the way of heaven.
When they were making trouble in the underworld, Fu Youzhi mentioned the previous God of Wealth. At that time, Gu Yanchen was already suspicious.
In order to avoid trouble, Tiandao completely blocked all his memories of that day and turned them into a small purple mole, lying peacefully beside his ear.
In the past, Fu Youzhi thought this small purple mole was a good-looking color, so she used it as the base color to dye his hair purple.
That little mole was like a thorn, piercing through all his determination and piercing his heart.
Fu Youzhi was so excited that she completely ignored his increasingly flustered expression and put the hood on his head without any explanation.
Except for his different face, his stature and temperament were exactly the same as those of the previous generation of gods. In a daze, he seemed to have really stepped through the void, traveled through time, followed her, and returned to the world...
"God!" Fu Youzhi's voice was trembling with tears in her throat, just like before, and she threw herself into his arms,
"Holy Lord, I miss you so much. I miss you day and night, every minute."
After melting a rib and getting Daigo back from Yaochi, the smell of the God of Wealth on his body became stronger. Fu Youzhi was immersed in such a warm and comfortable embrace, and was completely lost for a moment.
Gu Yanchen froze on the spot, and the only sound in his ears was Fu Youzhi's voice: "Day and night, every minute and every second."
The soft man in his arms is no longer the infatuated person he used to be. Instead, he is cut into two halves by a bone-piercing steel knife.
My heart was bleeding, my ears were buzzing with the killings in the underworld, and Lord Hades spoke loudly:
"My lord, the God of Wealth, you have been deceived. He is not the reincarnation of the previous God of Wealth at all. He is just a despicable mortal with a very evil destiny. How can you be with him?"
It keeps echoing in my ears.
He could no longer bear the tormenting noise in his ears and couldn't help but rub his ears with his hands.
The small purple mole was broken between the fingers.
A little bit of memory that had been sealed came back completely.
She has always liked the god, and when she came to the human world, what she wanted to find was the reincarnation of the god.
He must have been misunderstood by her for some reason. He was a poor man who, for a while, had been greedy for her dependence and love for the past six months...
Gu Yanchen was so awake that he was even as cold as a lonely snow mountain. The coldness in his eyes was a sneer at himself.
"Brother, Brother Yanchen, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"
Fu Youzhi finally woke up from the excitement of seeing the Lord again, and finally realized that Gu Yanchen's mood was wrong.
"Brother Yanchen, if you don't like this way of dressing up, forget it. Zhizhi won't force you. You can wear whatever you want and you can be photographed in any way."
Fu Youzhi actually couldn't understand why he was in such a mood, but it was probably because of this robe. At the beginning, the deity often said that the robe of the God of Wealth was actually a shackle, so he thought he had never liked this robe.
She just really missed him as he was.
Fu Youzhi just like before, with a "plop", she immediately knelt down in front of him, holding the corner of his robe with her slender fingers, with tears in her eyes, and her voice became even louder,
"Holy Lord, Zhizhi is wrong. Zhizhi should not let you wear clothes you don't like. Don't be angry with Zhizhi..."
Gu Yanchen bent down slightly, pinched Fu Youzhi's chin with his index finger and thumb, and looked down at the pitiful her. His voice was cold, like the Antarctic ice soul that had not melted for thousands of years.