God after all

Chapter 64
From the depths of mother's womb, filled with endless darkness.

He curled up in this boundless darkness, feeling lonely and warm.

He could clearly see his mother's beautiful face bathed in bright spring light, with a youthful and sweet smile on her face.

The garden is full of pure white roses blooming just for her, and the petals are flying around her in the wind.

"Ash!"

Suddenly a clear voice called her.

The hand picking up the red rose paused, and the owner of the hand followed the prestige and looked at the pure white and flawless man.

Her gaze was as gentle as autumn water, and after touching the silver pupils that seemed to melt into ice and snow, her cheeks became bright red due to the growth of love and lust.

The girl's brows and eyes revealed the emotion of the beginning of love.

"I'm picking flowers."

She squatted among the flowers like a child, her long black hair flowing down her body.

She didn't even have the courage to look up at this god, she lowered her head shyly, her cheeks were full of delicate blush.

Monet, the ancestor of all gods, looked at her quietly, with no expression of sadness or joy on his luminous silent face.

After a while, the beautiful figure crouching on the knees finally moved, ready to stand up.

The wind blew past, and she was wearing a long plain dress like blooming white chrysanthemums flowing down to the ground. She just got up but couldn't stand firm, and staggered forward and fell forward.

The girl's flowery face turned pale, her eyes stunned.

Still in shock, she felt a pair of outstretched hands holding her shoulders, and her body stopped in a posture that was about to fall to the ground. The person close to her was a noble white suit.

Monet supported her with both hands.

A pair of eyes were blankly opened on the upturned face, facing such a radiant and peerless face, she was a little distracted for a moment.

"Go for a walk and you'll get used to walking with your feet."

Monet's wife raised her hand, and with her fingers, she lifted a few strands of hair from her cheeks and pushed them behind her ears.

There was a rosy glow on her pretty face, and she was so innocent that she didn't know how to hide her inner feelings.

"Can you take me for a walk?"

She never dared to look directly into God's eyes for too long, and was used to lowering her head slightly.

Feeling her hand being held, she was surprised that God's hand could be so warm.

The legs that have been crippled for more than ten years, took a step at a leisurely pace.

Just like this, God quietly took her by the hand and walked on the path in the garden.

The garden full of white roses sets off the two innocent figures, which are rendered into shining gold under the brilliant sunlight.

"Mother……"

Unexpectedly, he heard a murmur in his sleep, and Michel was stunned, thinking that the kid was calling him.

What dream did Leng Ji have?
The young man in front of him who was lying on his legs and fell into a coma actually called his mother unconsciously. Is this really in line with the nature of killing embryos?

"A man who calls his mother in his dreams is really not suitable for being with Zhan Luan."

Muchelle smiled bitterly, with helplessness and sadness hidden in the smile.

The most helpless and involuntary thing is that he was thrown into the battlefield from birth, and fate will not ask him whether he is willing to cruelly push him to the center of theocracy.

Looking at the cold sleeping face that seemed to be in deep thought, Muchel couldn't help reaching out to wipe off the dirt on his handsome face, and let out a mournful sigh from his chest.

She understands that Lengji will maintain a high level of vigilance even when she sleeps on weekdays, and she will immediately notice any disturbance around her. This is the keenness that can only be honed after countless purgatory battles.

But now he was sleeping very deeply, with a lingering sadness on his desolate and stern face.

The coma was like a hypnotic drug, paralyzing his mental thoughts and leading him into the land of dreams.

In the cold winter of 2996, there was a lot of snow.

The dimly lit operating room, the motionless woman lying on the operating table, the terrified forensic doctors and nurses shouting.

"Quick, grab it quick!"

"My God! What kind of monster is this!"

A group of small white objects scurried around extremely fast. At first glance, it was a baby boy. He quickly avoided the medical staff who blocked him, tore off the shroud covering his mother's body and wrapped it around his naked body. window to escape.

Screaming brake sounds came and went, and white objects, which human eyes could not catch clearly, broke into the traffic flow, and quickly jumped between the roofs of the endless stream, hindering the traffic order.

The north wind blew through with a curse-like wail, mixed with snow and sent it to every corner of the city.

It was December 2996th in the winter of 12, and Leng Ji came to this world.

He met White Rose on the way to escape. At that time, the woman sat quietly on the tree trunk with all the leaves falling and snow covered. She had beautiful long silver hair and a long plain dress, so beautiful that she was not stained with worldly dust.

"I remember you." White Rose's voice was like the spring breeze, gentle and warm, "Why is your appearance imprinted in my mind?"

The screen jumps rapidly, forming images that are far or near, and various fragments flash back in time, vividly presenting scenes of stories of the past.

Michael's parenting grace
Eliza's mentorship.

Their faces and figures blended and overlapped wonderfully, making it impossible for the dreamer to tell who was who.

The dream came to an abrupt end.Leng Ji opened his eyes and didn't care about the details of the dream, and the scene that caught his eyes occupied his thoughts.

In the impenetrable darkness, clusters of red flames floated motionless in mid-air, silently circling around.

"are you awake?"

A sense of relief welled up in Muchelle's heart, and finally seeing him wake up, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment he regained consciousness, the pain also spread all over his body, he couldn't help but touch the wound with his palm, and he stood up and sat up coldly without changing his expression.

"Where is this?"

He was not surprised by such an unprecedented event as head resting on Muchelle's knee, and spoke in a calm and indifferent tone.

"We are in the 3.5-dimensional space of the forbidden area."

Leng Leng turned his face away, his eyes staring at the darkness and emptiness finally looked at the woman beside him, and saw that the face illuminated by the fire was bright and moving.

"I originally wanted to transfer you to the outside world of the Forgotten City, but unfortunately, your power was restricted by this cage imprisoned by God."

Muchel curled his lips and shrugged helplessly.

"Even your divine power will be limited?"

It was the first time I heard that the power of God was useless under the cover of this cage, and the expression of desolation deepened a bit.

"Yeah, I'm also very surprised." Michel spread his hands, "The Heaven-reaching Divine Pillar set up by the Lord of the Eastern Heaven Realm actually has such incredible power."

Hearing her mentioning the Emperor of Heaven, Leng Ji fell into deep thought.

Back in the day, in order to redeem the cursed Eliza Cuthbert, I visited the sanctuary of the celestial master at all costs. There were countless blood-stained corpses of heavenly soldiers under the thousand steps outside the sanctuary, and the shocking scarlet all the way Flowing to the outside of the gate of heaven.

Presumably because of his blood as the descendant of the ancestor of all gods, the Emperor of Heaven did not do anything for the first time, but tried to freeze him with a blizzard.

A biting blizzard raged where he was, and also spread to the world, and it blew terribly for three days and three nights.

It was so cold that even the air froze.

His persistence and determination to save Master Eliza finally moved the Emperor of Heaven, and the blizzard stopped after three days of drifting.

Although the Emperor of Heaven has compromised, it does not mean that there is a way to save the Valkyrie who was cursed as a high-ranking apostle by Leyleon Crilllottuya.

(End of this chapter)