Chapter 104: .Fan Wai Pian 1: Listen to the teachings of God!

When Odrent woke up, the "bully" who occupied 80% of the bed, buried himself in the gap between the man's arm and the softest quilt, trying to get into the heat source.
He reluctantly tried to twitch his arm, but unfortunately failed, the bully came up on the pole, and the soft, slightly curly black hair was obediently attached to the man's forearm, making people uncomfortable.
The clock on the wall clock has reached eight, which has exceeded Odrent's strict timetable for himself.
In fact, his poor "strictness to self-discipline", after living with the young ancestor, did not stick to the weak bottom line a few times.
But this time is different.
Odrent took a deep breath, and the other hand steadily dragged the warm and slender body of the middle man, and moved the person parallel to the other side of the bed in a posture that ordinary people could not do. Throughout the process, the man's strong and muscular arms swelled with blue tendons, so that the Chinese did not notice that their territory was violated.
The man quickly took off his pajamas and put them into squares in a square, and threw them into the laundry basket: there was a cute big whale label "Hand over to Lord God"; put it on and go out, and the next second, a shocking thing happened Now: The man disappeared into the living room out of thin air.
"Wow, eat Xiao Long Bao today?" Hearing the door open, Yuan Rong closed his laptop and looked at the man with the dew in his hair. His slightly curly hair was smoother now, like early morning A wolf walking through the jungle to inspect the territory.
"Well," the man said concisely, "have you packed up?"
The original look was cunning: "That must be. Speaking of it... Am I overdone?"
"No," the man put the lunch box in his favorite plate on the top floor of the cabinet. It was a porcelain plate with enamel color bones. Below is a painting of eight immortals crossing the sea. "That's what they deserve."
Yuan Rong helped him pour out the lean porridge of preserved eggs on the lower layer of the heat preservation box.
He took advantage of the man's inattentiveness and took a sip, widening his eyes in surprise: "This is Lin's chef? God, you have run so far."
The man spoiled his smile and wiped the corners of his mouth to steal the porridge left too quickly: "You wanted to drink lean egg porridge last night, I went today."
Yuan Rong gave him a thumbs-up and carried two small bowls on the glazed brick coffee table in the middle of the living room, turning on the TV.
In the morning, the news hostess was broadcasting the weather. Yuan Rong noticed that the rain continued in Yunnan.
He sighed: "Aud, you forgot again."
Odrent chopsticks stopped, showing a little uncomfortable: "Sorry."
Yuan Rong is more than a helpless open hand, slender and white fingers pinching a good texture of black lacquered wood chopsticks, picking up the hot and fragrant xiaolongbao, carefully sent into the mouth, overflowing with a happy smile. He finished eating slowly and slowly, indicating that Odrent didn't have to be so nervous: "Okay, don't worry about this for a while. Anyway, this degree can't do anything."
At this moment, the hostess has jumped to another channel: "... It is reported that the police in Tongan City, Liaoning Province found three naked bodies next to Tongan Port on the evening of March 11. This is the fifth time in two months. At present, The police are comparing the identity of the deceased, but still have not reached a conclusion..."
On the big screen, three pictures with obvious decoration were released, and the hostess's voice was heavy and heartbroken: "If there are relevant clues, please contact the police..."
Originally involuntarily stopping the chopsticks, he was actually full, but the meat aroma left between his teeth made him reluctant to end this carefully prepared breakfast by Odrent.
He gazed at Oudrent as he always did. However, unlike before, he could already roughly distinguish the emotion of this silent child hidden behind his gaze-he was nervous.
interesting.
"What do you think of this?"
Suddenly named, Odrent looked away and glanced at the voluminous hostess without saying anything.
There was a decision in Yuan Rong's heart. He smiled and moved closer to the black-faced woman's ear, blowing a sigh of relief, seeing the latter uncomfortably red earlobe: "...I said, what are you thinking about these days?" "Huh? It doesn't matter wherever it is, blame me for ignoring you?"
"No, it's not," Audron's body was particularly twisted, and he turned back to embrace the malicious young man, making him feel more comfortable. His voice was low and slightly hoarse. At this moment, the explanation was softened, letting the original Rong only felt extremely cute, "I... is my reason."
Yuan Rong raised his eyebrows, apparently unconvinced. He immediately stood up, waved the chopsticks into the kitchen sink, and drew a beautiful parabola.
He was too lazy to do superficial work, and directly used the act of divine power to make Odrent's heart tremble.
Originally, he always loved human beings. After the "event", he stayed on the surface and continued to use the original disguise to enjoy "life". So his unabashed tiredness of disguise made Audrent not quite right.
But in the next second, Odrent thought that he seemed to be in a good mood...for the quiet, indifferent pair of elegant black eyes that Uehara did not fluctuate too much.
Odrent never managed to figure out his ideas, and now it is the same.
The figure of the teenager is still unexpanded. Eighteen or nineteen years of age are young and vigorous, just like his own favorite appearance. The white outline is not so deep, and there is a young vitality everywhere.
Who would have thought that such a pair of human beings and animals would be harmless, and no one would be wary of seeing it? Instead, there was only a real "old monster" hidden under the skin that he loved.
At this moment, he changed out clothes, a little big cotton T, cropped linen pants, slender white and clean ankles, with a pair of lazy grass shoes.
"Did you wear a little less?" The original face was uncertain and he considered before going out. "Can I wear it this season?"
Odrent took out a thin short denim jacket from the wardrobe and couldn't help but put it on the child: "Spring covers autumn."
Yuan Rong looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror with a smirk, and there was a young man who also smiled and bent his eyes: "All listen to you."
The sun in early spring has only the most brilliant and clear light, and the spicy heat has not dared to come. It hits the eyelids of people, like the touch of the catkins.
If there is an aircraft flying over this route at this moment, passengers must think that there is a problem with their eyes.
There are two people, one after the other, one tall and one slender, slowly strolling through the clouds.
No, not "slowly" but extremely fast.
They were calm, talking and laughing, and the tall figure spoiled their companions from time to time, as if they had a very good relationship. But as they stepped forward-Yun Yi condensed at the foothold, moving forward at a high speed in a form that was difficult to explain to the naked eye. Just like the ancient Chinese mythology: the technique of "shrinking a thousand miles" is really faster than speed, maybe... it must exceed the speed of light.
Everything in the world is like a huge and complicated data stream, the coefficient slides from the original view. The changing clouds, the undulating floors, and the small humans like dust clusters are all reflected in those quiet eyes.
Just like the traces of the long river across the ancient time, the turbulent waves roared, and the noise of the water crashed into this too large and bulky world, all the hustle and bustle will be swallowed up, only the most primitive, the original elegant black .
They stopped in a barren land.
Here, the forest is lush, and the lush colors are winding from the height of the sky to the farthest horizon. The thin and thin clouds are like a gauze, covering a quiet green. The bird is proud to swipe across the low altitude and emit a crisp and melodious tweet.
The faint water vapor belonging to the forest was blowing head-on, but no one could even move a hair.
The original volume jumped from the clouds, and fluttered like a feather on the small branch of the highest pine, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
"This guy will enjoy it too...wow, it's so fresh! I almost forgot how the air without smog felt!"
Odrent frowned and tightened his jacket: "You like it, let's move here."
Yuan Rong smiled and opened his troublesome hand: "You can think of it, but you are the hardest then?"
Thinking of what the little ancestor wanted to be out of one place, today I want to eat this hard to wait for tomorrow, Odrent silently closed his mouth.
Their arrival, as if two drops of water had flowed into Wang Yang, did not disturb too many creatures.
The two cubs Falcon eagle flew past the two curiously, and circled a few times. It seemed that they had never seen such a strange creature, and their mother screamed and yelled away.
Yuanrong had to take back the hand that wanted to touch the milk falcon.
Suddenly, a wave of flying birds rose from the lonely and calm mountain forest. They screamed, competing with the roaring deer and ape roaring deep in the woods. The wolf howls one after another, and it is lively for a while. It's just that these tweets with different characteristics don't show any deterrent force, but seem like... celebrating.
I saw the next second, a hurricane hurried in the woods, the branches and twigs of the towering trees were undulating, and the "swimming" swayed. At that wind and smoke, I saw a giant creature with a broad eagle wing on its back, which was ten meters wide. Much!
"It" is extremely tall, with deep wild bronze skin and muscular muscles, barely exposed, and arbitrarily distributing hormones, only wearing a fur cloak obliquely. What is even more amazing is that the lower part of "It" is a majestic horse, riding on the void, and instantly flying to the two people who stably branched in the storm and the water is like water!
Yuan Rong raised a smile to the sudden, poor-looking Centaur: "I haven't seen you in a long time. How have you been recently?"
Half a meter in front of the original appearance, Centaur Xuanfu stopped, and the huge eagle wings slowly fanned to stabilize the figure, bringing a piece of breeze.
From a closer perspective, his body shape is not just a word that can be described as tall. It was originally described that this small body looked like a milk cat looking down at a male lion in front of him.
Only this "male lion" stooped steadily and performed a strange ancient gift.
His arms are simpler than the wonderful arcs and movements. It looks simple, but he really thinks about it again in his mind and wants to imitate it, but he can't reproduce the wonderful steps anyway.
Yuan Rong lifted his hands slightly, and compared to a "free-spirited" response, the centaur raised his head, which had been respectfully hung down, revealing the stable and deep mixed-race face.
He looks like a star, and his eyes are extremely deep, so when you look at it in this way, you will have a hairy feeling on the top of the beast.
"Thanks for your blessings, it's not bad," he suddenly gathered his momentum, and those hurricanes and ape sounds dissipated, revealing a smile that looked a little humble, "I said a few days ago, did you forget this place? , Not coming for so long."
"How is it possible?" Yuan Rong narrowed his eyes, looked down to calm down, and fell back into the dead woods again. "This group of little bugs emerged from the moths at two ends in three days, which annoys me-let's make a quick decision."
It goes back half a month, fifteen solar days ago.
Someone called Odrent.
Rather than calling, it is better to say "trying" or "joke", but the curious "outsider" who succeeded in making the fanatic who is eager to approach the laws of the world want to be surprised.
Odrent was rushing to the northwest of China at the time, on the way to buy an authentic large-scale chicken. Suddenly there was anxiety and turbulence around the body. A familiar and rapid information flow crossed thousands of miles, leaving a little starlight in his vast and vast spiritual domain. Then, He appeared in a hut.
Yes, the cottage.
It wasn’t the carefully decorated Nordic-style living room, and there was no panic in front of me, who was crying and waiting for rescue, but a panic-stricken young man in his early twenties who hadn’t had time to put it down. Humanity.
Seeing the sudden riot of the sumptuous black mist summoned, the biting cold engulfed almost the entire wooden house, and the young man shouted: "Great Master of Death, me, I have something to ask for, you, Can you listen to my wish and kill me again! If you can fulfill my wish, I, I, I, I am willing to make you a bull and a horse in my next life!"
...What? Death Master? In your next life, you will watch more TV series...
The black mist that swallows the sky is still spreading. If someone looks out from the outside at this moment, they will find that starting from the log cabin, a large area of ​​mist spreads all around; everything is lost where the black mist spreads The colors, grass and shrubs withered in a thousandths of a second, and the air, mid-air, and even the clouds, everything seemed to be covered with a black gauze, and all were ruthlessly shrouded in black mist.
Finally, even the sound disappeared.
Only then did the young man realize that what he summoned was not a "Master of Death" at all, but a more fierce and evil one, and a superior fierce who was difficult to describe in words.
But it was too late at this time, and the young man found with fear that he could no longer hear the sound of a single mouth. He tried to smash it hard against the wall, but unfortunately hit the masonry, like a punch on cotton, without any sound. He shouted and screamed, but his voice was swallowed by the black hole, and there was no more water.
When the strong consciousness of the young man was about to disappear, the black mist suddenly stopped.
No, it's time to stop.
The young man watched as his struggling stopped, maintaining a ridiculous half-stop and half-run posture, so stuck in "time".
Odrent's vast and vast spiritual power converged on the rough mud surface of the wooden house in an instant, and the inferior charcoal pen was mixed with the strange magic circle drawn by blood.
This magic circle is really a layman, but it actually summoned Odrent. The subtlety is in a circle in the center of the magic circle.
A circle with thick and powerful strokes and sharp peaks.
In the middle of the complicated and mysterious layers of mantras, it is such a simple and simple shape. But no one would say that this circle has nothing to do with the incantation, and if you look at it lightly, you will be fully absorbed by this strange shape.
The simplest, perhaps existed since millions of years ago, the world's first human figure trying to express emotions, the circle.
It also contains deep meaning, through the simple and philosophical stroke, as if you can see the galaxy.
And the circle that is connected end to end, thick in and thin out is his name.
It stands to reason that even if it happens to write the name of God, it should not be successful in conveying the information flow to Odrent. This young man...
Thinking of this, Odrent condensed his majestic power for a moment, turned into a figure wrapped in a black robe, and fell quietly in front of the young man.
The river of time came alive from the darkness, and gurgle continued to flow.
The young man gasped in the air, tears streaming out the rest of his life. All the courage he had initially dissipated had long since disappeared. He dared not stand up and look up. He just crawled on the dirt, trembling, murmuring indistinctly: "Help me, help me..."
interesting. It's hard to protect yourself. Still thinking about your wish?
Xu was staying with Yuan Rong for too long, and his ears dyed the style of the young ancestor. Odrent did not mention the intention of killing, but raised the corner of his mouth, waiting quietly for the young man to speak his moth.
Seeing the shadow for a long time, the young man's sobbing voice paused, and in a state of mind as if he was still dead, he said: "Master Death, my whole family has disappeared.
"I don't know it's my whole family, my neighbors, our village, even the village next door, and the other village where there are only five left-behind seniors on the hillside, all disappeared...
"Overnight, only me was left in the entire Huangqi Mountain. My father and fellow folks seemed like a dream I had made too real, so there was no trace...
"But I remember clearly, just yesterday, we also sang folk songs across the hill and danced the dance with the campfire..."