Chapter 204: The second hundred and four

Chapter 204
Hearing the first four words, Shen Qingxian has been unhappy, as for the "most sacred" behind him, he can't fully understand it.
Born in a world where God believes in God, he is so disgusted with God that he is afraid that it will make people stunned.
The same flowers, why should we treat them differently.
The Yuan is so good, Jinyang is so good, although other red flowers have not been seen, but they are not all bad people, so they are separated from each other.
Just because God is silver and silver, so the snow lotus is transcendent?
Just because God's preference is like this, should red flowers suffer?
What is God? Why does he decide the fate of others?
Shen Qingxian is actually born with anti-bone. At this moment, it is thoroughly stimulated. The dissatisfaction is fermenting in the bottom of my heart, waiting for the last moment to erupt.
Jinyang left, and the ice room was cold and silent. Shen Qingxian wanted to find the Yuan, but he did not see him after going through the temple.
God is coming, the gods are very busy, is he busy? Or because I was not happy with God, I was expelled.
Shen Qingxian hopes to be the former, but he faintly thinks that the latter is more likely.
There was no dream overnight, and the second day was just bright, Shen Qingxian felt the difference.
The ice room is still like this, the ice lake water has not changed, but he obviously feels a gentle force, filled in the lake, filled in the air, thick, unacceptable and at the same time makes people unable to resent around him. .
This is very contradictory but very reasonable.
Without anyone's suggestion, Shen Qingxian knows that this is God Mu.
He waited quietly, without the embarrassment of the unknown, nor the yearning for a new life, he had only a firm will and faith! He will be transformed and become a servant, but he will never be like them and will never be them.
God likes him or dislikes him. His life is determined by himself!
Not long after the door opened, "beautiful" was like a mirror-like snow lotus god, and he smiled slightly. It looked gentle and sinuous. It was like a frosty snow in the snowfield, just like the ice in the icy lake. It can reflect beauty, but it does not have its own beauty.
Snow Lotus is waiting to imitate God and reflect God.
Thinking of this, Shen Qingxian is bored. God or something... Why should he regard him as a faith!
God shouted: "I am coming to pick you up."
Shen Qingdao said: "Can I go by myself?"
The gods are slightly stunned, and there seems to be some accidents. He said, "Let me help you, it will be faster."
Shen Qingxian shook his head and said: "I want to go by myself, OK?"
God waited for the next step: "Yes, but you have to hurry and not delay."
Shen Qing string said: "I will be as soon as possible."
The gods are still warm and kind, and he said, "Then I will go first."
Shen Qing string said: "Good."
The gods left, Shen Qingxian jumped out of the ice lake, and after finishing his own, he also went out.
There is no need for guidance at all, just follow the feelings and know where to go, because everything around them is guiding them.
God is indeed very powerful.
After Shen Qingxian came out, he knew why he was picking up his own god, because he was too "heterogeneous".
There are a lot of different flowers around him. Shen Qingxian doesn't know what kind of category they are, but look at it all, it's snowy white, the petals are round or slender or bright or delicate... different, but have Commonality - white as snow.
They were all carefully held by the gods, guarded, and treated carefully, like the darling of heaven and earth, the true and innocent "son of God."
Shen Qingxian is the only one who walks by himself - fortunately, he is too small, and they are too tall, and they can't detect him without paying attention.
Shen Qingxian only had a big palm. Although no one would step on him, but he was too small to move, and he couldn't keep up with it, so he was quickly left behind.
He himself moved hard and did not worry, but there was an indescribable peace of mind lingering in the chest. If he is destined to become a "decoration", he is willing to work harder and live more like himself.
Walking and walking, Shen Qingxian saw the "big forces" behind.
The person in front of him was greeted by God, and he walked very fast and quickly walked up the ladder.
Shen Qingxian is slower, but because the start is too far forward, even if it is slow, there is still a long distance from the back, but the person in front is gradually pulling away from him, so it seems to be only his own.
Behind him is a colorful flower.
Shen Qingxian’s heart is happy, he wants to slow down and wait for them, and wants to be with them.
But after he stopped, the flowers stopped.
Shen Qingxian wants them to come over, but he can't speak because there are too many flowers, and he is too far away from them.
Why are they not here? Shen Qingxian did not understand. He tried to take a step forward. When he left, they also left. When he stopped, they stopped again.
"No more soon, it's going to be late." The gentle voice was in his mind, and Shen Qingxian saw the goddess of the Xuelian family. He had been keeping his steps in front.
Shen Qingxian is a little uneasy, he is late, will the flowers behind be late?
Jinyang is very much looking forward to God, and I am very much looking forward to it. If he misses it, he will be very sad... Shen Qing’s string is tight and he has to move forward.
He didn't look back, but he felt it, and the colorful flowers followed.
In this way, the team that went to the temple was divided into three sections.
The first paragraph is the servant who is looked up. Each of them holds the son of God in the family. The action is gentle, elegant and elegant, interpreting the quiet and sacred beauty.
The second paragraph is Shen Qingxian. He is very small. The small white flowers seem to be swallowed up by the huge jade white steps. He does not want to catch up with the front, but he can't stop because he stops, and the back is also Will stop.
The third paragraph is colorful flowers. They are very numerous, they walk very slowly, and they are timid and confused. Even a lot of them are left in the end and are left behind forever.
The long queues are in stark contrast, they are marching toward the shroud of light, and they are longing for God's mercy.
Shen Qingxian finally arrived. He walked a little tired and gasped slightly... but he didn't rest, but he looked around desperately.
It was easy to find red in a piece of silver, but he looked at the entire temple, and he looked at the past and never saw the red that he wanted to see.
Absurd.
Can't he participate in God Muri?
Shen Qingxian's body is tight, and the thought in her heart is more and more firm.
He must be transformed, must be a god, must change this!
Almost at the moment when Shen Qingxian arrived at the temple, the temple door was closed, and the priests in the temple closed their eyes and prayed piously.
"The God of mercy, the Lord of all things, the Father of eternal life, your child sincerely admires you..."
The neat and pleasing prayers resounded through the hall, and Shen Qing’s string was full of irritability, but slowly... like a messy coil was pulled out of the thread, and with the soothing sound, it was straightened out and turned straight. It has to make people feel comfortable.
Shen Qingxian gradually followed their voice and prayed with them.
The surroundings are extremely bright, the light is shining, and everyone seems to be turned into the light of the horizon, blending with the light.
Shen Qingxian can't see anything, but it seems like what I saw.
The pure space, the ethereal existence, and the touch of everything seem to be integrated with all things.
"Wake up." A deep, familiar voice rang in the ear of Shen Qingxian.
In an instant he opened his eyes and was really open his eyes.
Because the snow lotus has no facial features, he used to recognize the world by his own perception.
At this moment, he opened his eyes, which meant that he became a god.
In an instant, countless people have come over, there are gods who have flowers, they look at him, they are envious and amazed.
Shen Qingxian did not look at them. He turned and the temple door closed behind him opened. Countless little flowers were looking up at him. They were very surprised. They all motionless, as if they saw God.
Shen Qingxian has a strange feeling of discomfort.
The light of the sun dissipated, and the dome became a beautiful hexagonal prism. They only reflected one person.
He has a long hair that is more beautiful than the starlight, and has a delicate skin that is even more clean than Yuehua. When he looks back, the delicate five senses seem to be the first snow falling between the heavens and the earth, thoroughly through the whole world, and will be everyone. The heart of the sea is frozen.
The snow lotus family is the closest to the existence of God, and the of the snow lotus family has an amazing beauty.
No one uttered his voice, and even couldn't help but hold his breath. It seemed that there was only a breath of Shen Qingxian's breathing in the big temple.
"Come here." The man's voice was low and sweet, and it sounded like a slam in the heart of the people.
God... God is calling him!
Everyone is envious, they feel unparalleled happiness, I don't know how to describe it.
Can clear the string but tightened his eyebrows, he looked up and looked at the bright white.
There is a silhouette of the seat, there seems to be a tall man, but the light is too bright, Shen Qing string can not see clearly, he can only stagger the line of sight, falling to the white dress.
They are very strange, not pure white, deep and shallow, seemingly reflecting other colors.
Is this God?
Should he approach him?
Shen Qingxian thought so, his legs had already started, and he went to the stairs...
This scene is beautiful for everyone.
His silver hair was very beautiful when he was still, and it was more beautiful after moving. It was like a flowing Milky Way... It was already in the extreme light, but it showed a strong contrast that seemed to appear in the night sky.
Because it is so dazzling.
Shen Qingxian slowly walked forward: floating silver hair, flowing clothes, and tall and straight posture, interpretation of the most beautiful beauty.
Just as he was about to enter the light of the group, he stopped.
He spoke, and the sound of clearing through the sky: "I don't want to serve you."
Everyone was stunned, and it took a long while to realize what he said, and the priests who had been stereotyped to keep a perfect smile all showed horror.
What is he saying? What did he say... he... how dare to reject God!
Shen Qingxian was completely awake, and his mind was full of ambitions... Thinking of his gentle red dragonfly, thinking about his good voice, thinking about his exclusion and grievances, extremely calm.
"Sorry, I don't want to stay with you." He said this sentence completely relieved.
Instead of making a snow lotus attached to the icy lake, he is more willing to become the snowfield iceberg!
God is not angry, still like that kindness and kindness, he asked Shen Qingxian: "Where do you want to go?"
Shen Qingxian said: "I have a person who remembers in my heart."
God asked him: "For that person, are you willing to give up your faith?"
Shen Qing’s heart is in the heart, but he insists:
Yes!

God paused and asked him: "Do you know him?"
Understand... Shen Qingxian understands the Yuan? The time they knew seemed to be short, and they didn't seem to have much contact. Apart from the name, he didn't even know what his body was.
In this way, he does not understand him, and he even said that he did not understand.
But... Shen Qingxian decided: "He is him."
Yes, Yuan is Yuan, he is him, as long as he is there, as long as he is close to him, one day he will know him!
Shinto: "You don't know him."
Shen Qingxian said: "What if I don't understand now? I will always know him!"
God actually said: "I can help you."
I don't know why, when I heard this sentence, Shen Qing’s string trembled. He felt a strange familiarity and a deep uneasiness.
He looked around and found that there was an empty space around him: the gods were gone, the flowers were gone, and the temple disappeared.
He seems to stand out from the air, standing in nothingness, only the vague figure in the throne can be seen.
What makes people even more uneasy is that the figure that could not be clearly seen is slowly clear.
The dazzling light is light, and the hem of the sacred sac is in true color. It's really not white, it's bright red, like a flame, vivid and eye-catching red.
Shen Qingxian was stunned, his sight moved up a little, saw more red, more beautiful red, and appeared more eye-catching in the empty white.
God stood up, and the moment he left the seat, the Yuan appeared.
Shen Qingxian slammed his eyes, and it was unbelievable.
Is it a Yuan?
Shen Qingxian looked at him fixedly, and there was nothing in his head, just as empty as the world around him.
The man approached him and drove his fallen silver hair to his back. He bowed his head and kissed him: "You are beautiful."
Shen Qingxian’s back was sharp and straight, and the whole person was stiff and his voice was fluttering:
You...

The man embraced him, his voice was gentle and gentle: "Will you stay with me?"