God-Level Choice

"Troy, why did you bring her in again? You violated the commandments of the gods again, and you will be punished!" The old man stared into Wuming's eyes and said lightly, his voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if there was nothing.

"Listen to the angel, she is a magical bow goddess. I can't just look at her and ignore her!" Wuming didn't give in to each other, and looked at the angel.

"Troy, have you forgotten? Aren't you just nameless and have forgotten the things of the world? Why can't you give up the things there!" the angel said melancholy: "If you go on like this, when will you be able to break free from the fetters of this tower of desire and fly away?" To Heaven?"

"Oh!" Wuming let out a sigh, "Ye Tianshi, I don't want to do this either, but..."

"That's because you can't let go of the trivial things that have been in your heart!" When the angel interrupted Troy, he said indifferently: "Go and see. You will lead the descendant gods of hell to the tower of gods! Let her go. She will bring us endless troubles w~!"

As soon as the angel finished speaking, an illusion of a biological demon god wandering in desire appeared beside him.

Wuming saw a supernatural demon god in the illusion in his eyes, and said nothing. He looked up at the bustling stars overhead. Those stars were where he longed, but he could never achieve this wish.

"Troy, you must give up cutting and use the variable lever! Forget it! Forget it! Those bustling scenes, those complicated gods, dragons, and those mysterious things!" Gently blow through the nameless eardrum.

Wuming looked down at the fallen angel lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and stopped talking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Listen to the ethereal voice of the angel sounding again: "Troy, everyone has a destiny. Don't force it. Put down the dragon in your arms! She will only bring you endless disasters

Wuming didn't seem to hear the angel's words. He stretched out his dry hand and gently stroked the fallen angel's face. The holy light on his fingers flowed quietly on the face of the fallen angel. After a few strokes, Wuming seemed to have made up his mind. He looked up at the angel, shook his head stubbornly, and said lightly: "No, I can't let her go!" The angel also shook his head after hearing Wuming's words

The snow-white hair and beard also swayed. He said softly: "If you don't let go of her, you just can't let go of yourself!"

"It's over, I have no choice, just let me go down this road!" Sighed for no reason.

""||No, before the horoscope is messed up and the fate has not changed, as long as you let her go and let her go back to where she belongs, you don't have to keep going!" said the listening angel.

"No! I won't do that! Let the constellations be messed up! Let's change the fate!" After speaking, Wuming smiled indifferently, and walked into the elf altar with the fallen angel in his arms. A huge circle of light completely engulfed his figure. (Qian Hao) Seeing that unknown figure disappear into the circle of light, the angel thought, he must be crazy! I dare to modify my destiny and disturb my astrology. Envoy Ye Tian raised his head, sighed for a long time, stretched out his withered right hand, and drew a strange pattern in front of him. The pattern emitted a red light, covering his body, and then slowly dissipated. At the same time, Envoy Ye Tian also disappeared without a trace.

The cuts on the altar remain the same. .