Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 189
The sky without dirt, the sea of ​​silver without bounds.

A dust-free place.

"We meet again, Son of the Phoenix."

The boy stood at the end of the silver-white stairs, facing the visitor from a distance across the stone tablet.

His eyes fell on the bloodstains all over the floor, and his pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.

The boy's voice became harsh.

"Son of the Phoenix, you have already got what you want, this is not the place for you to come."

The end of the silver steps is really too bright, Qing Que couldn't see the expression on the young man's face, he just shook his head when he heard it.

"This is not what I want." Qingque picked up the silver cage at her feet and continued to move forward.

"If you turn around now, you can have everything." The young man's voice seemed to come from beyond the sky.

"Everything? Everything?"

"I am not the son of Huang, I have a name, and my name is Qingque."

"A blue sparrow is just a blue sparrow."

Qingque didn't stop.

With the acquiescence of the gods, he came to the end of the silver-white steps as he wished.

He saw the god at the end of the sky and the earth - the real god.

The appearance of the god seems to be a boy of only fourteen or fifteen years old, half a head shorter than himself.

It's that small.

His hair color is a very rare dark purple, which is extremely out of tune with the pure white Wugou here.
The tail of his hair that was dragged to the ground was filled with fresh and dazzling golden pink.

Similar hair, similar color, Qing Que thinks she has only seen it on another person.

The difference is that it is a flame burning in the dark night, hot and flamboyant, wanton and proud.

"You still call this fair? You call this fair!" Qing Que complained loudly to the person in front of him, full of endless grievances.

He cried loudly, and his delicate and handsome face was covered with tears and anger, turning into a hideous look.

When he saw the face that was exactly the same as in his memory, he was even more furious.

"My father! My aloof Father God! The person who is connected with my flesh and blood!"

"Have you given me even a tiny bit of your love!"

The young man was wearing a purple robe, his feet were bare, and his body was covered with all kinds of delicate and complicated silver ornaments. He remained silent, letting them chatter in the shaking.

The boy's name is Qiu.

He said nothing, did nothing.

A speechless voice sounded from the bottom of Qingque's heart.

[What is love? 】

The proud bird fell to the ground, still crying.

"My father, my aloof Father God."

"You gave your beloved eldest son the power to rival you, the authority added to him, and the world is invincible."

"People in the world are so poor that they can't hope for the basic good luck in their lives. Give it to your beloved eldest daughter, and there will be a day to follow the wishes of others."

"It is more proud than proud that you give your beloved second son a face just like yours."

"All the respect and love in the world, give to your beloved second daughter, and give her success and fame."

【Those, do you want them too? 】

The young man looked puzzled, tilted his head, squatted down and picked up the weeping bird, and carefully looked at his clear and clean eyes.

The high god looked at the heart that was covered in dust but was still spotless.

[I thought this was enough, so why bother with extraneous things? 】

"You are a god, so naturally you never cared."

"But Qingque, as your youngest son, does not have a perfect face, great strength, or enough luck. Why does the world always want to compare Que to the Phoenix?"

"A sparrow is a sparrow."

The bird in the palm finally stopped crying.

He looked so embarrassed, there was no trace of pride in him.

But he is still a blue bird.

The blue sparrow is not the phoenix.

(End of this chapter)