Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

Ancia only stayed for a moment, then flew towards the Dwarf Forest.

It is an area where dwarves and goblins live, and it is shrouded in dark magic energy. Occasionally, the neighing of dark beasts can be heard. Even the connection with the outside world is mostly through the ground.

The spread of the power of light caused the dwarves hiding underground and living in stone houses to poke their heads out one after another, looking at the holy angel in amazement.

"Thank you for the gift of the God of Light." A stout dwarf knelt by the window.

"God of Light, thank you for your salvation."

"Great Father God, have you finally brought us light?"

"I believe in you devoutly."

The light came completely, and the dwarves hiding in the house prayed devoutly. Although some stepped out of the house tentatively, they just hid in the corner of the house and watched secretly. No one dared to approach easily.

Ansia smiled softly as she watched their expressions filled with hope again, but just as she spread her wings and wanted to leave, she heard a loud cry.

"Holy angel, can you accept our gift instead of the God of Light?" the dwarf patriarch walked out of the door and said bravely.

Ancia's wings were closed again, and he looked at the other party's fists clenched because of nervousness and smiled, "Master God will feel your belief, but there is no need to spend it."

"But faith alone cannot express our gratitude," said the dwarf patriarch. "Please let us do more."

"Okay, but only one piece." Ancia looked at their bright eyes and smiled.

This is probably how God-sama felt when he received a gift full of sincerity.

"Please wait a moment." The patriarch of the dwarves barely suppressed the excitement, and waved to the group of dwarves who came out.

They cheered and entered the low-rise house, holding out their most satisfactory works and comparing them together.

"Collini's crown is very well done."

"But God doesn't need to wear a crown made of dwarves, he is already honorable enough."

"What about this scepter?"

"Looks like the gemstone on it isn't big enough."

"The ring of Patriarch Quinton is the best..."

Their discussion was in full swing, Ancia waited quietly for a moment, a woman came from the patriarch's house, holding an extremely beautiful woven blanket in her hand, she approached cautiously, and laid it gently in front of Ancia. Said: "Master Angel, you can sit on this blanket and have a rest."

"It's beautiful, I'm going to get it dirty," said Ancia, squatting down.

His body was slender, even if he squatted down, he seemed to be taller than the woman in front of him.

"No, it's an honor for you to rest on it." The woman said, "The dwarves are very generous in other things, but they are very demanding in their works. It may take a little time to choose the most perfect work." Time, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ancia sat on the blanket under the other's sight.

The other party came in and out a few more times, and brought water and simple bread. Although it looked simple, it was obviously the best thing she could come up with.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality. This blanket is enough." Ancia knelt on it and smiled, "The water and food look delicious, but I can't eat food, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to feel sorry." The woman sat down on her knees, looked up at the angel in front of her, and shook hands and said, "Seeing you staying here and talking to you is enough to make me remember my whole life gone."

Ancia smiled. The dwarves are somewhat similar to humans, but they live far away from humans. Although they are short, they are born with strong physical strength and concentration so that they can always create the most beautiful jewelry and the most powerful weapons.

The birth of human beings is different from that of angels. They are always in pairs, and some even have children.

"Do you like children?" The woman asked carefully following his gaze.

"It's just surprising how they were born," Ancia said.

"Aren't angels born?" asked the woman.

"Angels are conceived from light and clouds." Ancia said, "You don't need two people."

"Sounds so romantic," said the woman. "Don't angels have companions?"

Ancia froze for a moment and said, "Why do you want to form a partner?"

Angels' lives are dedicated to the gods, and they love gods most. It seems that there has never been a couple like humans.

"Of course it's because of love." The woman smiled, "With love, that person is unique, and we can grow old together together."

"Martha, don't say that to Lord Angel." Quinton came over, knelt down in front of Ancia, and held an extremely exquisite box in front of him, "This is the most beautiful one made by the dwarves." A ring, I hope the gods will like it."

Inside the box is a silver-white ring, the texture of mithril, which looks like a continuous stretch, engraved with extremely beautiful patterns, the inlaid gemstones are surrounded by the most gorgeous sacred stone in the middle like stars, there is a kind of Impeccably gorgeous.

"It's beautiful." Ancia praised.

"Thank you for your love. This is the symbol of the eight major races." Quinton said, "It is rumored that if you can gather the core of the eight major races, you will be able to become a greater existence than the God of Creation. I hope that the God of Light can become such an existence. "

"I hope too." Ancia took the box, got up and said, "I will convey your hopes and thanks to the God of Light."

"Thank you very much." Quinton said with his forehead close to the ground, "Please forgive my wife's offensive words just now. She always likes to mention love and spends a lot of thought on it."

"It's okay." Ancia got up and said, "I didn't feel offended, and I look forward to seeing you next time."

For angels, love is desire and poison, but for dwarves, it may be their power to continue.

He spread his wings and flew away, and behind him came the farewell voices of the dwarves and the couple's voices.

"What a beautiful angel."

"I don't think I'll ever forget such a sight in my life."

"Master Angel, may you be safe."

"Quinton, what's your opinion on my daily thinking about love?"

"I don't have any comments, but if you keep it at home, how can you mention it to outsiders?"

"We belong to each other. I love you and want to possess you. What's wrong with declaring that you are mine to outsiders?"

"..."

The sound faded away, but Ancia's heart was beating endlessly. He flew to the sky, returned to the God Realm, and looked at the shrine shrouded in light. For some reason, he felt an extremely anxious sense of urgency.

The wings vibrated, and he entered the temple almost instantly, and saw the figure sitting on the throne.

He sat there lazily, with his divine robe hanging down, his waist outlined by the bright divine stone, and an extremely white and beautiful feather hung on his knee, it was his feather.

The god's robe is bright, and the golden hair is dazzling. Gathering on the god's body can't capture the slightest brilliance from him.

An Xia met the eyes of the god looking over, and the eyes trembled slightly. No matter what, he couldn't connect the god in front of him with the child who needed his hug and support.

he……

"Ancia." Shen Chun looked at the angel who flew back quickly but hesitated, and called his name.

His attitude was indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who looked at him with the mirror image.

"My lord." Ansia took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in her chest and stepped forward, knelt down and said, "Ansia came back from the dwarves, and they asked me to present you with a gift."

"Thank you for their gift." Shen Chun said, "What is it?"

An Xia stepped forward, held the box up, Shen Chun took it and opened it, and took it out when he saw the bright ring: "It's beautiful."

"Yes, this is the best work produced by the dwarves." Ancia looked at the way the god was holding the ring, and felt that it was very suitable.

God the Father's hand is extremely slender, wearing such a beautiful ring will only look better than before.

Shen Chun looked at it for a moment, and stretched out his hand to the angel in front of him. Ancia put her finger on his hand with some doubts, and was pulled almost into the arms of the god.

Shen Chun held his finger and put the ring on his middle finger.

The dazzling ring was wrapped around the extremely fair hand, so beautiful that it felt almost fragile.

"My lord, this is a gift from the dwarves, I can't take it." Ancia looked up at him and said.

"Since it was dedicated to me, I should handle it." Shen Chun looked at the angel in front of him, breathing heavily.

His archangel is devout and has just been tempted, like a seed that has just sprouted. At this time, if he destroys the glorious image in his heart and scares people away, it will be quite irreparable.

Everything takes time and opportunity, and it cannot be rushed.

Shen Chun held his finger, looked at the ring, kissed it lightly and said, "Ancia, you look beautiful wearing this ring."

Ancia's fingers shrank slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tumbling heat in her heart almost swallowed him up in an instant.

As an angel, he understands jealousy and monopoly.

He wants to make the god his own, wants to hold his hand tightly forever, and not give him a single bit to others.

Is this love?

"Thank you for your gift." When Ancia withdrew her hand, she stepped back and half-kneeled to salute.

Although his head was lowered, his heart was beating endlessly, clamoring for his urgency.

Those blue eyes drooped slightly, and a trace of darkness spread through them, but when he raised his head, he had returned to his usual appearance.

Shen Chun lowered his eyes slightly, and when he stretched out his hand again, his archangel fell on his knee as usual.

Although the eyes were closed, the brows were slightly frowned, and the clasped palms were slightly tightened, as if they were about to hold something tightly.

Shen Chun clenched his fingers tightly, and put the other hand on his head. When he closed his eyes gently, his spiritual consciousness was involved in his dream.

In the dream, it was not a temple, but a cliff, where the fire was everywhere, and the demonic energy was infecting the place. The pure white figure knelt on the edge of the cliff, and a wave of light spilled out, causing the whole world to tremble.

Shen Chun stayed there, and when he saw himself pulling out the system, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Everything returned to calm in an instant, only the fingers of the two on the edge of the cliff were intertwined.

The man leaning forward and holding out his hand looked indifferent and pitiful.

Looking at myself from another angle, it was him, but not him, or it could be said that it was him in Ansia's eyes.

[The host is so handsome! ] 521 hastily praised.

[Well, thank you for the compliment. 】Shen Chun accepts all orders.

His archangel beautified him very well.

The movement of the two holding each other was the same as before, but Ancia's body subconsciously hugged the indifferent god when they pulled it up.

The surrounding pictures are agitating, like the sound of a heartbeat.

"Master God, shouldn't angels have love?" The angel on the edge of the cliff asked, because he was in a dream, so he summoned up his courage.

The god's expression was instantly indifferent, and he even let go of the angel that was holding him.

It also made the dream turn into a still and unchanging winter in an instant, and even the agitating voice stopped.

Shen Chun walked over, and 521 was at a loss again: [Host, won't this be discovered in vain? 】

【Since it is a dream, he will rationalize it himself. 】Shen Chun laughed.

The figures overlapped, and Shen Chun saw the injured expression of his archangel: "Ancia, who do you have love for?"

Ansia's pupils contracted, and looking at the god in front of her, the feeling of anxiety kept surging. This place is not real, but a dream, but the god is so real.

What he couldn't speak to him, said in his dream, no one should know.

Even if rejected.

"What if I say it's you?" Ancia looked at his slightly surprised expression, and when the first sentence was able to be uttered, the rest of the words seemed to become easy, "If I say that I love you passionately , want to monopolize you, want to announce to everyone that you are mine, what will you do?"

This is what he thinks in his heart, he wants to take it for himself, wants his eyes to only look at him, only think about him, and only belong to him.

Love is lust, and to an angel it is poison, making his heart boil and giving him blasphemous thoughts about his most beloved god.

But he didn't regret it, not at all.

Shen Chun looked at the angel in front of him, his blue eyes were slightly filled with darkness, but they were full of determination to win.

His archangel is quite ambitious.

"What do you want me to do?" Shen Chun asked.

"I don't know, I just know that my heart that loves you is about to break." Ancia looked at him and said.

"I'll teach you." Shen Chun looked at his blank expression, reached out and clasped his waist, and hugged the surprised angel into his arms.

Fingers flicked lightly, and Ancia tightened his fingers when his chin was raised, and his heart shrank to the extreme when they breathed closer to each other.

Lips touched together.

It was a kiss, a kiss that Ancia had seen but never thought would happen between him and a god,

It was sinful, but sweet at the same time, it eased the restlessness in his heart, leaving only honey water flowing in his chest.

Is this what he wants to do with the gods?So he can be so close to him?

Shen Chun let go of him, looked at the glint of water in those eyes, kissed him lightly on the corner of his eyes and said with a smile: "Ancia, love can't just be said, it has to be done."

Ancia looked at him, her breathing was still trembling slightly, and she seemed to be able to hear her own breathing in her ears.

His throat was very dry, and his heart was not only hot, but also so hot that it seemed to burn his whole body.

"Can you do anything?" Ancia hugged him and leaned against a tree.

With such an urgent and affectionate gaze, Shen Chun clasped his waist tightly and said with a smile: "Of course."

He wanted to see what his disciples wanted to do to him?

"You really look good when you smile." Ancia looked at him fascinated.

This was in a dream, so his god would pamper him like this.

"Ancia too." Shen Chun's hand moved up, gently stroking the root of his wings, where the angel's most sensitive place, no one can touch it, but his angel let him go.

"Lord Kleist." Ancia glanced back, frowned slightly and kissed the god.

He wants him, wants to kiss him, wants to have him.

Not only do I want to lie on his knees and look at him, but I also want to...

The surrounding scene changed, from the slightly gloomy cliff edge to the shrouded temple.

Shen Chun sat on a familiar seat, looked at the angel who knelt up and leaned over to kiss him, and tried to move, but heard the sound of chains rattling.

There are chains made of divine stones wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and the owner of these masterpieces is obviously the angel in front of him.

"Ancia." Shen Chun slightly opened his lips to him and said, "What is this?"

"If you don't lock you up, you will run away." Ancia looked at the beautiful chain, and gently pulled a road, "It will only trap you on the throne, and will not hurt your body." .”

Shen Chun met his gaze and saw those black-stained pupils, which were affectionate and possessive.

[It's blackened in vain! ] 521 was stunned.

[Isn't this interesting? 】Shen Chun laughed.

[Where is it interesting? ! ] 521 means not understanding.

Shen Chun smiled and said: [This way I can be unscrupulous. 】

His archangel is not as obedient and gentle as he appears on the surface, and is full of possessiveness towards him, so he doesn't have to work hard to maintain a glorious image.

521: […]

This is a rare honesty of the host, and he mourned for nothing.

"What do you want to do?" Shen Chun asked.

"I don't know either." Looking at the locked god, Ancia felt as if his heart was being appeased, but he didn't know what to do next.

How can I calm down my fiery heart, just hugging, just kissing is still not enough.

"You loosen the chain, I'll teach you." Shen Chun stretched out his hand and stroked his cheek.

"You look good like this." Ancia said softly.

The noble god sits on the throne, he is still aloof, but bound by crystal chains, trapped, helpless, and only belongs to him.

He wanted to do it, he always wanted to do it.

Shen Chun smiled and said, "Well, I don't care if you like it, but can the chain be made longer?"

Ancia pulled the chain, stretched out his hand, and the god stone twisted and piled up around the side of the god. He just raised his eyes, and before admiring his masterpiece, he was clasped on the waist and lay on the god seat.

"Ancia's wings are so beautiful." Shen Chun looked at the angel lying under him, those messy feathers wrapped him, white and depraved.

Shen Chun didn't care whether the other angels were holy or not, he only knew that it was impossible for his archangel not to be in love all the time.

Whether holy or depraved, these are the people he likes.

Shen Chun's fingers stroked the beautiful feathers, not as gently as before, but as if deliberately messing them up, which made Anxia feel flustered and at a loss what to do.

"Lord Kleist!" Ancia held his wrist, with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Ancia, this is also a part of love." Shen Chun rubbed his lips with his fingers and smiled, "You have to get used to it."

"But..." Ancia greeted his leaning over kiss, and swallowed those words back into her stomach.

This was indeed his dream, and even Godfather seemed to have been invaded by darkness.

Does he prefer such a Father God? !

The chains sounded lightly, and the sound of wings flapping came. Shen Chun suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the angel flying not far away, and gently stroked the angel lying on his lap with his hand.

His brows were loosened, and his eyes opened slightly when the angel stepped in.

The familiar environment made Ansia feel dazed for a moment, but when he saw the angel, he suddenly got up from Shen Chun's lap, and stared blankly at the god who raised his hand lightly.

"What's wrong? Ancia, did you have a nightmare?" Shen Chun asked looking at the tangled-faced Archangel.

If he hadn't stepped into the dreamland, he wouldn't have known what his archangel thought.

"No." Ancia got up, and he kept recalling that absurd dream in his head. Not only did he kiss the Lord God, but he was also pressed on the throne by him.

This is really ridiculous, has his heart been devoured by the devil?Why would there be such an offensive thought.

Feeling helpless and bewildered, Ansia half-kneeled in front of the gods and said, "No, I mean how can it be possible to have nightmares by your side."

"Is that a sweet dream?" A smile flashed across Shen Chun's eyes.

Ancia's heart was scorching hot, the corners of his lips seemed to still have the warm touch, and there seemed to be some love words whispered by the gods in his ears, the temperature spread on his face, and even his breath felt hot : "No, I just thought of something suddenly, and I'm afraid it will be delayed."

"If there is something urgent, let's do it first." Shen Chun gave the steps. If he teased him again at this time, he was afraid that the heat on the Archangel's face would set him on fire.

Thinking day by day, dreaming at night, dare to be presumptuous in the dream because there is no restraint, when you wake up, whether you dare or not is another matter.

"Yes." Ancia got up, and when she left, she didn't even bother to say hello to the angels waiting by, and flew away in a hurry.

"My lord, Master Ansia doesn't seem to be feeling well." The angel who stepped forward said worriedly.

"He also has his own worries." Shen Chun asked with a light smile, "What's the matter with you?"

"It is such a god, the human beings confess to you for choosing such a holy son before, and want you to issue an oracle to choose a new holy son." said the angel.

"Is the Holy Son used to serve the gods?" Shen Chun asked.

"Yes, if you wish, you can bring the Holy Son to the temple so that he can have a long lifespan," said the angel.

"I don't need a holy son. If human beings need it, let them choose for themselves." Shen Chun said.

The angel saluted and said, "Yes, my lord."

After the angels left, Shen Chun reopened the mirror image. In the picture, the Archangel who had just left the God Realm did not do anything. One person seemed to have slowly calmed down.

Ansia stood at the top of the treetops, and when she left the familiar God Realm, the suppressed mood surged out one after another.

Lin Hai's ups and downs were not as severe as his mood ups and downs.

How could he have such a dream?

It's not that he didn't want to suspect that he was affected by the dark power, but the place where he fell asleep was the Temple of Light, on the lap of God the Father, so how could there be dark power around him.

It was because his mind was so dirty that he even wanted to chain the Father God to the throne of God.

Ancia covered her face, and when she knelt down, she wished she could wrap herself with her wings and bury herself in the soil.

He wanted to repent, but he didn't dare to repent. If Father God knew his dirty thoughts, the gate of the temple might be closed to him forever.

The obscure dark force spread, wrapped around the treetops, swallowing like a black snake.

Ansia became alert when she noticed it, but heard that eerie voice: "Ansia, long time no see."

Ancia got up and looked at the dark god who was slowly forming from the darkness. The entanglements in her eyes had faded away, and they became extremely cold: "Thanatos, what do you want from me?"

It was he who defiled the Holy See of the Father, and with that Son, stained it with traces of filth.

Thanatos looked at the guarded angel in front of him and smiled, "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to fight with you this time."

"The power of darkness is compressed, and the power of the God of Light will completely overwhelm the darkness." Ancia looked at him and said, "You will come to me, and you must have a plan."

Thanatos looked at him, and suddenly laughed, a hint of sinisterness flashed in his dark eyes: "Ancia, are you really sure that the darkness will disappear completely?"

"Of course." The feathers on Ancia's wings had hardened.

Today's meeting was absolutely not by chance, he had the obligation to fight for the gods and the wounded angels.

"What about the darkness in your heart?" Thanatos looked at him and smiled, "Ancia, how do you think I found you? Your heart has been soaked in darkness."

An Xia suddenly looked at him, wanting to refute, but found that she had no way to refute.

Blasphemy against the gods arose in his heart, and he tried to take the gods for himself.

Darkness overwhelms, and there is no room for resistance and refutation.

"There is darkness and desire in your heart." Thanatos walked around, with a wonderful rhythm in his words, "You want to get someone, you are eager to monopolize him, and you are even willing to sacrifice everything for it, And that person you can't ask for, he makes you anxious, uncomfortable, wishing to lock in a place that only you can see."

Ancia stared at him, her fingers tightened tightly.

[Host, this guy is brainwashing for nothing. ] 521 said.

[Isn't this the truth? 】Shen Chun asked rhetorically.

[But he is the God of Darkness. ] 521 said.

The God of Darkness and the God of Light are natural enemies. Although the host is a glutinous rice ball wrapped with black sesame seeds, the God of Darkness is completely black.

Thinking about it this way, this continent is really blessed by the God of Creation.

[He is the God of Darkness and it doesn't affect him becoming a god assist. 】Shen Chun said leisurely.

If his Archangel was so easily brainwashed by others, he wouldn't be able to lead the angels against the Dark God alone for so long.

His lover is not a poor little person who is attached to him, but someone who can be alone.

Regardless of whether it is light or darkness, you should trust the other party's decision.

【Do you really want to be locked up? ] 521 did not understand.

【Well, I want to see how he wants to lock me up. 】Shen Chun said.

Looking at the host's smile, 521 realized at that moment that the host had already passed the stage of being in love, and this was just for fun.

"Let me guess who the person you want is." Thanatos stayed behind Ancia, his eyes were as cold and vicious as a poisonous snake, "Kleist, the God of Light."

The angel's body was slightly stiff, and a smile flashed on the corner of Thanatos' lips, knowing that he had guessed right.

Archangel Anthea believed in his God of Light, and was even willing to sacrifice his own life, but the eyes on the edge of the cliff that time were not just looking at a god.

What a sad and ridiculous thing it is for an angel to fall in love with a god.

God has no love in his heart, and everything is like ants. Kleist’s heart is extremely bright, and all his power is for protection. Just like him, his heart is full of insidiousness and darkness. Attacking, encroaching, and polluting are instincts. .

As for the so-called entanglement for human beings, it was just affected.

"Thanatos, you want me to fall into darkness?" Ancia turned and looked at him.

"It's not that I think, but you are thinking." Thanatos looked at the angel who was getting colder and said, "You want to fall into darkness, you have the power to crusade against the Temple of Light and imprison the God of Light, you can imprison him , possess him and make him your only one."

"I won't do that." Ancia said, "The God of Light belongs to all believers."

"Really?" Thanatos looked at the power he was beginning to gather and said, "Gods have no hearts. Godheads as the heart's preference will never include love."

Countless light spots swept towards him, and Thanatos' figure disappeared in the countless light fragments, leaving a sentence in the air.

"You and I will just wait and see."

The light dissipated, and Ancia's wings closed together. He stood in place for a long time, and when he left, he opened his wings, and a feather fell off when he flew into the sky.

It fell erratically, and the pure white color slowly infiltrated into a deep black color in the air, and then it was swept by a force and disappeared in place.

Shen Chun twirled the black feather in his hand and looked at it, then put it together with the white feather hanging around his waist: 【It's pretty pretty. 】

[Do you want to hang out? ] 521 asked.

If this is hung together, what is the difference from declaring that the God of Light is polluted?

[Don't hang up yet. 】Shen Chun put away the pitch-black feather, 【Reserve it as a souvenir. 】

521: […]

What to commemorate, did you succeed in commemorating being poached?

Love is full of hardships.

When Ancia returned to the God Realm, she was much more hesitant than before.

"Lord Ancia!" The passing angel greeted him.

"June, what are you going to do?" Ancia asked.

"Go catch Xiaguang." Zhu En excitedly said, "Master God said that putting Xiaguang into children's dreams can make them have particularly good dreams."

Ansia was startled, then smiled and said, "Then go."

"Okay." June greeted the angels not far away, "Wait for me."

They are carefree and happy all the time except fighting against the dark forces.

Love is connected with desire, it will make angels lose the most essential happiness.

Ancia still remembered what he said back then, but he made the mistake he said.

He fell in love with someone, couldn't get what he wanted, couldn't let go, was full of desires, and betrayed him.

Ancia stepped into the temple, wanting to be as nonchalant as before, but felt guilty when she met the eyes of the gods.

"Ancia, you are confused." Shen Chun looked at him and said.

"Yes, there is something I don't understand." Ancia looked at him and said, "Love is connected with desire, why do human beings yearn for it? Is it dark?"

"No, love is beautiful." Shen Chun got up, walked up to him and stretched out his hand, "Why is there such a problem?"

"I saw the love of the dwarves." Ansia took his hand, but at that moment, he thought of the picture of the wings being touched by the gods. He wanted to take it back, but Shen Chun clenched his fingers.

Looking at each other, Shen Chun patted his cheek lightly and said, "Ancia, have you ever been to the world?"

"Yes." Ansia's palms were extremely hot, and sweat was seeping on them, but because he was held by the gods, he didn't even dare to use his strength to lower the temperature.

"Have you ever lived with them?" Shen Chun asked.

"No." Ancia said.

"Then go and have a look." Shen Chun took his hand and said, "Go and see, the doubts in your mind will disappear."

"Yes." Ancia followed his pace, but her eyes were always on the hands of the two people.

Two rays of light descended into the world, and a gorgeous carriage appeared on the road out of thin air, pulled by a white horse, and the driver drove the carriage dutifully.

Shen Chun sat on one side of the seat, his slim waist was outlined by his slim-fitting clothes, his blond hair was not as long as it was in the God Realm, but hung down and curled around his shoulders, making him look like a nobleman in the world.

Relatively speaking, Ancia felt a little uncomfortable. The disappearance of the wings behind him was one aspect, while such restrictive clothes were another aspect. The cramped carriage that almost made people stick together was the main reason for his restlessness. reason.

"Ancia, aren't you used to human attire?" Shen Chun asked with her head supported.

"No, it's not." Ancia glanced at him sideways. Even though the gods were wearing human clothes, they could easily see the extreme. "The wings are gone."

Shen Chun leaned over, supported his shoulders to look him up, touched his back and said, "Indeed, it looks much thinner without wings, but Ansia is not only beautiful with wings, don't worry."

Ancia hesitated for a moment, feeling that the gods are much more accommodating and close than in the God Realm: "Thank you for your love."

"You can just call me by my name in the world." Shen Chun stretched out his hand to stroke his long hair, and a bright headband appeared in his hand, and he tied it at the end of the golden hair, "Kleist Few people know this name, but many people know Ancia's name, what is her full name?"

"Ancia Bai Forrest." Ancia looked sideways at the movements in his hands and said, "I can..."

"Okay." Shen Chun put his hair on his shoulders and said, "It suits Ah Bai very well."

Ancia's heart was beating silently, and he tried to hold back, so as not to hear the gods, but there was nothing he could do, and the gods sitting beside him didn't seem to notice.

The car drove past a pasture, where the grass was flourishing, the roadside was full of wild flowers, and the vines were wrapped around the fence, forming a beautiful flower path.

The sheep were grazing leisurely among them, and the grazing young man stuck to the edge of the fence, took off his hat, and let the girl with the basket wipe the sweat from his forehead with his head poised.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, and they gathered together to talk funny things.

"Nina, I'll save enough money to marry you after I get my wages, and then I'll make you the most beautiful bride." The young man said.

"Who wants to marry you." The girl handed him the food, "It's so beautiful."

"I'm pretty." The young man waved at her back, regardless of her shyness and blame, "Wait for me."

"What do you think between them?" Shen Chun asked.

Anthea thought about it: "It seems to be the reluctance of one party."

"They love each other deeply, and they are saving money for each other, and they will get married soon." Shen Chun laughed.

Doubt flashed in Ancia's eyes: "Then why?"

"Probably the irony of girls when they are shy and at a loss." Shen Chun said.

"Master Shenming understands love very well," Ancia said.

"I can't say I fully understand it." Shen Chun laughed.

This is the truth. At the beginning, he treated love with contempt. With enough capital, money, ability, and just the right means, it is not difficult to get a relationship.

But gradually I fell into it, only to realize that those are only the most basic of love, it cannot be separated from the methods and means, but it cannot be used as a complete support.

When emotions are moved by the other party, all means fail.

distance really fully understands,