I Am Not the Supreme God

This familiar voice has been gone for ten years.

The change of mentality in the past ten years has made Bonnieville not know what attitude he should face this man.

When she heard the words, she turned her head in surprise. At this moment, she didn't look like the queen sweeping the generosity, nor was she like a believer who met the gods. Instead, this dress looked like something delighted happened to the girl next door.

The blue silk tied behind his head was turned into a fluffy ball. After this turn, there were a few strands of black hair hanging down, rubbing his cheeks in the sea breeze.

"You are here."

After saying this, Bonnieville's expression froze on his face, not because Tang Chuan made another unusual move.

It was because Bonnieville was once again drawn into reality when he really saw this face.

I shouldn't have this attitude, and it doesn't seem to be this attitude anymore.

Unlike the scene in the memory of sitting at the same table and ridiculing each other, it is a memory that is long gone.

His faint expectation is more like wild hope and blasphemy, and kneeling in front of him is the attitude he should have.

Bonnieville and Tang Chuan looked at each other, their expressions suffocated, and reacted, knelt on the ground religiously, and said, "I have been waiting for a long time and want to listen to your will."

But now, Tang Chuan felt that Bonnieville, who was dressed up next door, no longer needed this posture, which made him feel a little awkward.

He would never easily show the supreme majesty in front of mortals, perhaps for the female pope who is rebellious and swallowed up by the power demon, it needs to be beaten.

But in the face of a beauty next door, there is no need for a beating long ago.

He sat up and looked at the thousand-pleated long skirt under him, his body slightly restrained, bowed his head and presented the pious Bonnieville, and laughed.

He stretched out his hand to lift Bonnieville up, and he even saw the shyness of not daring to look at him on Bonnieville's face.

Although Bonnieville dared not look directly at him the first two times, it might be out of fear or awe, but it was definitely not the current mood.

Tang Chuan held Bonnieville's shoulders with both hands, looking at the hair that was blowing in the sea breeze, the light that faintly fell on his face, said: "Time is so magical Bonnieville, I just didn't look at the world for a moment. The world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and it is you who surprised me the most."

Bonnieville looked at Tang Chuan through her hair and said, "Does this make you satisfied?"

Tang Chuan loosened the palm of his hand and said seriously: "I can't tell you that you need to feel it yourself, but you have embarked on a path that I never expected. This may not be exactly the change I want the world to happen, but I can't blame it. You, even admire you very much."

Tang Chuan's expectation of this world is nothing but to inspire a more majestic belief, which is also his original purpose for creating the Bane Star.

Bonnieville has many choices, it is in his own interest to guide and even "squeeze" the birth of faith.

But that humanity is still there, and the belief that the Blue Continent provides for himself at this moment has not diminished. He can't seem to blame this, dare to assume everything, and let his people move toward a ruler of spiritual evolution and material abundance.

Moreover, this ruler... really gave him a feeling of smiling at himself from the big sister next door.

This……

It's amazing.

Bonnieville nodded without understanding, and said, "At least I don't think I saw the blame in your eyes. Maybe I didn't do a good job, but it shouldn't be bad."

Tang Chuan walked to the balcony wall, overlooking the thriving coastal city, and said: "I can't tell you how to do everything in detail, but my attitude represents my approval or denial."

To urge faith, as the being believed in, cannot interfere too much. It will affect the purity of the power of faith.

However, my own attitude can already explain everything. When I feel bad, I will be more majestic and even punish me. When I feel good, kindness and gifts are essential.

That requires one's own spokesperson to be keen enough to perceive God's attitude so as to control the order and beliefs in the world.

Bonnieville stepped up from behind and said: "I don't have any obsessions with becoming a **** now. I have put down a lot of things and have too much insight. If my behavior will be blasphemous, you will Forgive me?"

"Profanity?"

Tang Chuan faced the sea breeze without turning his head, and said, "For me, there has never been any blasphemy. Even if the punishment in your eyes is lowered, it is not to maintain absolute majesty."

The majesty of gods such as the Great Polo and Att Curie is actually just a means by Tang Chuan to inspire faith.

The power of faith is useful to him, but the so-called majesty is nothing to him.

It can be seen from his daily behavior, but there is not the slightest superiority of the superior, even if there is, it must not be deliberate.

All the gods in his eyes are nothing but nothing. He doesn't care if he has blasphemed others, he just does his own thing.

Similarly, including himself, whether it is divine or human, it seems that he doesn’t care about this matter. I am supreme, but there is no need to force everyone to agree with my supremacy, even if I can do it, but in such a world, it’s unavoidable. It's so boring.

Bonnieville felt Tang Chuan's state of mind, which seemed to be very similar to her transformation during this period of time.

She walked up slowly, not knowing which muscle was wrong, she hugged Tang Chuan from behind and put her head gently on it.

Tang Chuan felt the temperature coming from Dao's back, facing the sea breeze, and said: "What I said will not feel blasphemous, but that's not what I mean."

"Feel sorry."

Bonnieville opened his mouth and said: "I just follow my heart. If you feel unhappy, please punish me. I will sincerely regret it, even if there is no chance to regret it."

Tang Chuan felt for a while, and said: "Your mentality is very calm, there is not much fluctuation, it seems that you have premeditated, tusk, there are too many lunatics in this world, I think you have become normal, who knows it is an illusion."

After a normal person knows his identity, he can't do such a thing.

No, lunatics would not dare to do this. Bonnieville would never be like the world even if he was mad.

Bonnieville completely posted it, saying: "I guided me like this in my heart. There is no place for my lonely soul. There is only one place, but that place can never be touched by me. Even if I am punished, I am now But I feel at ease like never before, living in the present~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don’t ask right or wrong, don’t look too much into the future. This is my perception over the past ten years."

Hearing this, Tang Chuan stretched out his hand and plucked the corner of his eyebrows.

Punishment?

For Bonnieville once, he might do it.

But now, it seems a little inappropriate, and doesn't conform to his humanity.

Turn around and hug?

Don't be kidding me, I'm a man who can't get a ball of meat, and that would seem abrupt and embarrassing.

Push away?

This may be a good choice, but after taking it so long to push it away, it will look like I am very arrogant, as if I am hiding something, it is also very abrupt.

The wind continued to blow.

The afterglow of the setting sun is projected down, making this scene seem to be happening in the painting.

The sound of the waves is endless, and the sight of birds returning to their nests is very gentle.