Bi Qing said, you gods are all a bunch of stubborn, stupid, stupid bastards! What is the common people in the world that you talk about all the time? How much do you have to do with the common people in the world? Those people who can't live without you, those people who only burn incense to beg you when something happens, those people who have clearly received all the blessings but still say that the sky has no eyes, what do you care about them?
At that time, Biqing stood on the top of the pagoda mountain, lowering his head and could see the whole world of mortals. Bi Qing likes to wear red clothes, and the corners of her robe flutter in the wind like fireworks.
But they are our common people after all.
Tens of thousands of years later, Qi Zhi thought of his answer at that time. He couldn't say he regretted it, but he secretly felt in his heart that being a god was actually not that good.
What about me? Do I count as your life? Do you want to break our promise for the sake of those people who can only complain about heaven and mourn God? So what if the Three Realms are overturned? You and I go into seclusion hand in hand, who can do anything to us? Who am I in your eyes? Is it better than those cowardly people you mentioned?
Thousands of years have passed since we continued this topic. At that time, Bi Qing was still dressed in red, and the blood-red sea flower under her left eye was shining brightly.
He didn't answer, and passed Bi Qing with his sword.
At that time, he had not thought about whether, after thousands of years and thousands of years, the young man with the sea flower on his cheek would never be found again.
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