Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 281 As the beloved of my "lazy incarnation", you must be diligent!

"Roselle's talent?"

"Actually, I don't approve of chaos in private life, but after you become the emperor, you can open your own harem, marry thousands of wives, have thousands of children, and provide a steady stream of labor force for your empire."

Hearing her beloved lament Russell's "talent", the lady with rich blood-colored eyes tilted her head, causing her long silver shawl hair to sway slightly.

She frowned and thought for a while, and finally gave a sincere suggestion like an expert.

That is how to outperform the old in a short period of time and surpass the legend of Russell Gustav in the "extraordinary" field.

"No, that's not what I meant!"

The God's Favored One obviously understood the somewhat unserious thoughts of his own god. His face immediately turned red, he waved his hands quickly, and then said:
"I just don't understand why you would choose me. After all, I was just a homeless person who couldn't even eat..."

"Even before I came here, I knew nothing about mysticism or how to lead a force. In the past few months, I have learned everything and sold it. Fortunately, fortunately, you gave me the ability to learn quickly, otherwise..."

Subconsciously rubbing his eyes, Roy Moore seemed to miss the impossible dark circles under his eyes and his frail body that fell asleep whenever he was studying.

"Everyone will face some choices. If you didn't choose to hold me back, you wouldn't be able to have what you have now!"

Seeing that Roy Moore was going to develop in a strange direction, the "Dominator of Time and Space" pursed his bloodless lips and glanced at the Beloved with a rather complicated look.

"Stop, stop!"

He couldn't sleep at all while studying, and the more he studied, the more excited he became and fell into complete "craziness". This simply made him not know whether to be thankful or to cry.

Roy Moore, whose blond hair was no longer rough and whose green eyes suddenly turned gray, could only whisper in his heart.

Click!

Seeing the excitement of her loved one, the extremely beautiful silver-haired lady suddenly thought of the poet from Tingen City.

"Because I chose you, you should be better than both of them!"

'Ordinary, then why do you say so much...'

At this moment, Ron seemed to hear something shatter on the ground.

"Roy, some people in this world are very ordinary, but some people are very special... Do you understand what I mean?"

"I mean you're the regular one."

"Hey, Roy, don't lose heart."

The slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and the cold female voice explained in detail.

"Could it be that I have some unknown bloodline or something extremely special that's why you chose me!?"

She broke the boy's simple illusion with a confident tone.

"You, you mean, I'm not an ordinary person!?"

Her words were extremely leisurely, with the confidence of being in control of everything, like a true wise man or an elder with extraordinary experience.

"I knew that the protagonists in Russell's novels were all like this. Their parents died when they were young, and they had extremely complicated life experiences!"

Sipping the black tea again, the silver-haired lady straightened her back. Her looking-down posture caused her blood-red eyes to droop slightly, staring straight at her beloved, and added a meaningful sentence.

"Understand? Choice is important!"

"If, if that's the case, can I choose not to be the king? I just want to live my life peacefully... If I have the chance, I want to return to Loen..."

But at this moment, Roy Moore suddenly muttered and made a choice. His voice was so low that he couldn't even tell what he was saying.

And this choice from the Beloved did not go beyond the expectations of the "Master of Time and Space". She seemed to think of something and chuckled. She did not agree or refuse, but instead started talking about irrelevant topics.

"Ha, can you imagine? I returned from the spiritual world to reality without even a single subordinate or believer."

"So I chose you and the Rose School of Thought, until I have everything I have now, and I have this country that is about to belong to me!"

"It's not what you have, it's not what the Rose School of Thought has, it's what I want to achieve..."

"Roy, you have to understand that my favor is not cabbage on the street. You can take it if you want it, and throw it away if you want!"

'Want to leave? There's no door'

Ron stood up, lowered his silver head, and stared at the beloved who did not dare to raise his head with his blood-colored eyes.

A silent sense of oppression came over, the aura of the high-ranking person was like a mountain or the sea, and the red eyes revealed a breathtaking and dangerous aura, making the God's Favorite take two steps back with a guilty conscience, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead. .

The beautiful silver-haired lady just looked at Roy Moore without making a sound, as if she was dissatisfied with his performance.

Little Leek wants to pursue freedom, how can this be done! ?

"It's not what I have, but what He wants to achieve..."

Hearing Ron's words, Roy Moore was slightly startled. He unconsciously thought of all this and what his god had just said, and he had a new view of this not-so-serious guy. Every word and deed of the gods has a far-reaching purpose, and everything in the world can only be manipulated like chess pieces... And what the god said just now is almost coming true.

Now he only needs the name of a country to get his own kingdom!

This is something that the "True Creator", "Original Witch", "Dark Side of the Universe" and other evil gods cannot do. However, the other party only made two insignificant choices to achieve all this.

In the dark, he chose him who had nothing and the Rose School of thought, which did not have a very good reputation.

'This kind of momentum, this kind of confidence, this kind of vision, is this God... He had anticipated this scene a long time ago? '

Suddenly, the God's Beloved fell into a trance and had a deeper understanding of the terror of the gods. He then lowered his head and whispered respectfully:

"Do your will, and your will is my will!"

He no longer tried to resist the arrangements of the "Master of Time and Space", and gave up his intention to maintain his current life and live a mediocre life.

"Roy, you have to know everything you have to face with your identity!"

Seeing that his beloved understood the key to the problem and that reality was not as absurd as fairy tales, the beautiful silver-haired lady walked slowly forward with her long legs.

The naked feet walked on the ground without making a sound.

She patted Roy Moore on the shoulder and ordered indifferently in a cold voice:

"You are still a little too immature. It's not easy to be a king... Just go down and come to me when you want to understand this!"

The silver-haired lady issued an eviction order, intending to let this leek, which had been cultivated for a long time, reflect on herself.

In fact, she understands the thoughts of her only loved one, but there is an old saying.
All the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price.

There is nothing so good in the world if you still want to stop working after receiving so much training. Now that you have boarded my ship, Ron Sotos, don't even think about getting off.

Free prostitution doesn’t exist!
"I will obey your will!"

The beloved one bowed respectfully, left the room with complicated emotions, closed the door and went outside.

In his mind, his own gods have two things to do.

One is that it doesn’t matter, and the other is that it doesn’t matter.

At this stage, it is no longer easy to just maintain the Rose School of thought and maintain the integrity of this god who rarely responds to believers.
Every time he dealt with those senior clergy and devout believers, he would always sweat profusely and talk nonsense in order to deceive the other party and protect the face of the god.

Even the holy book of the "Dominator of Time and Space" was compiled by him overnight, and was finally disseminated with Ron's approval and modifications.

Everything now focuses on deception, which makes it impossible for him to imagine what will happen in the future.

He, the beloved, was burdened with pressure that should not belong to his profession.

Being a God's Favorite is something that many people look forward to and admire, but Roy Moore doesn't agree, because when you actually become one, you will find that it is not as easy as you think.
The same goes for the king.

Emperor Russell said it well, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

'I hope I won't lose my hair. I read in the newspapers that psychological overwork is the real culprit behind the receding hairline.'

He whispered in his heart to soothe his mood, but as he walked, he felt something was wrong, because the room just now seemed to belong to him.

He has nowhere to go.
Roy Moore stood there for a long time, unable to recover. He didn't know whether such behavior was intentional or unintentional by the "Dominator of Time and Space".

……

"Oh~ It's really tiring. Why don't you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of your hard work? Why do you think about all the things you have and don't have?"

Having "solved" the beloved's psychological problem, the silver-haired lady straightened her clothes and sat on the chair again, pouring herself a cup of sweet black tea.

"Hey, Fat Ball, don't blame others for being lazy!"

"You have given him a lot of power, which will continuously influence him to get closer to you, and everyone can see what kind of person you are!"

"That's right, you Sotos are delicious and lazy. It's just the most basic description!"

Hearing Ron's sigh to himself, the Heavenly Will and the Original Will couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out to say some fair words.

They couldn't understand, how could someone who was more shameless than themselves be able to say those words just now?
"This is none of your business!"

The silver-haired lady pushed up her monocle. She wanted to snort, but in the end she failed to do such a childish move.

What kind of incarnation has what kind of character is something that has already been decided. Children are destined not to be too mature, and adults are destined not to be too naive.

With light steps, the lady with blood-colored eyes walked around the room. Her feet without shoes and socks stepped on the hard floor, and her toes were as white as pearls and kept shaking.

After spinning around for a few times, she seemed to feel that she was about the same, so she sat back on the chair, drank the sweet black tea in the cup, and prepared for this week's tarot gathering.

The night in the southern continent is quiet and deep, and the red moon in the sky still exudes a crimson brilliance.

(End of this chapter)