Unconventional World

Ye Jiannuo likes purity and order. In other words, he hates all chaotic existence. He hates the elusive dreams, hates the reality that is getting worse, and hates those mysterious beings that are looming behind the scenes. But as long as they don't annoy him, Ye Jiannuo has no intention of changing anything. He seems to have a cold nature and has always been contrary to ordinary people. ---------------------------------------------------- The good gods died of their own mercy, and the evil gods fell into their own desires. Only He is condescending and exists forever. However, there is nothing eternal in this world. The morning dew is fleeting, the tombs and valleys are short, and the seas and fields are changing. One day, even the sun and the moon will grow old. Why doesn't He? Eye-catching bright red, hands full of warmth. Like slowly flowing out of distant memories... He wants to redeem from God what he has lost. If God doesn't give it, He will kill him and replace him. ---------------------------------------------------- "Isn't it instinct that reptiles chase the sun during the day and the moon at night, chasing the light and seeking the sweetness of nectar?" The gravekeeper of the Moon Palace moved sideways and came to the side of the sleeping person in the coffin. He leaned down and picked up a strand of his dark hair, gently wrapping it around his fingertips and circling it. He said with a silly smile. "In our eyes, he is no different from the bright moon in the dark night, sweet and delicious." "Since you can't control your brutal instincts, don't go out to cause trouble and go back to where you belong." Qi Yifei replied coldly, his figure unmoving. "The ancient existence should have been buried long ago." "The civilization of this era is called human beings." ---------------------------------------------------- "Godfather, the little bird you gave me is dead." The boy clasped his hands slightly and cried sadly, thinking about the little life passing by on his hands, "Why doesn't it want to eat?" "Don't cry, my child." "It just didn't occur to me for a moment." The clothing material is made of silk, pure white and soft, like a cloud, and sitting on the cloud is a silver-haired blind sight. The god watched tenderly, the innocent lamb curled up in his arms, his fingertips caressed the boy's trembling back as he cried, then raised the boy's chin and tapped the small mole on the tip of his nose. It's just that it foolishly starves itself to death because it longs for freedom that is out of reach. "Good boy, get some sleep." "It will come back tomorrow morning, back to you." ---------------------------------------------------- Ps: 1. The copywriting timeline is staggered and does not represent the order in which the main story takes place. 2. Mixed elements and numerous private facilities 3. The character does not rise to the author's perspective 4. Atypical male protagonists, cool stories, group portraits 5. Stock trading, stocks are not green The author is quite busy with work and does not update regularly. Writing articles is just out of interest. Comments and exchanges are welcome, but writing guidance is declined. Intention: Good and evil halves, maybe just the beauty of dreams, or maybe they are the reflection of the next reality