My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Isn't it still very powerful during the day? Now I have to listen to a bedtime story..."

"Didn't I give you a chance to convince me?" The purple-haired girl grabbed the edge of the quilt with her two small hands and curled up inside the quilt, curling her body into a ball inside.

"For children, there is no better way to communicate than fairy tales, although I won't believe you if you tell me." Sirin pouted. "The ending of every fairy tale is that the prince and princess live happily together, but in fact, in most cases, the two people will not be together at all. If they are really together, two people with different positions rarely like each other. .Human beings are such hypocritical creatures, who clearly know what the truth is, but still want to tell the story perfectly."

"You're not tall, but you know a lot." Gong Ming raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and tapped lightly on the girl's smooth forehead with his fingers. "But that's not hypocrisy. Every fairy tale is a blessing and hope. It is the kindness that the teller has for the listener. Happiness is the deepest wish in everyone's heart. It is the hard-to-reach part of the heart that will The pure land that still longs for."

"Then you are the one who wants to bring everyone happiness?" Sirin sneered. "Have you ever had the name of a god or the position of a Herrscher? Do you want to give you the title of God of Fortune? It's really ironic that this kind of good old man who sounds like a big belly is actually an executioner like you."

"Bring happiness to everyone? That goal is too high." However, Gong Ming sat by the girl's bed and said calmly. "My ability is limited, so that as many people as possible can live safely and have the right to pursue happiness, I have tried my best. More things are beyond my ability, which is too much for me."

The girl was taken aback, a little surprised.She could feel a tidal wave of weariness emanating from the man—almost natural for a man with such responsibilities.But he actually showed this tiredness so clearly in front of her.For someone like him, it almost means...

She began to understand why this man was obsessed with persuading her to surrender.

"So I hate greedy people, although it's not incomprehensible." The man sighed faintly. "I've lived for more than six hundred years. Do you think I'm that kind of naive utopian? I don't deny that human beings have all kinds of bad roots, but I still love this race despite these bad roots."

"Go to sleep." He finally touched her head.Grabbing the white baby dragon that was trying to get into Sirin's quilt, he got up from the bed.

"Tonight is Christmas Eve. There is no gift from Santa Claus, do you want me to kiss you good night?"

"Do you like this kind of tender father-daughter drama so much?" The purple-haired girl shrank into the quilt with a mocking smile. "Find out your position. I am now a hostage kidnapped by you. You are a Herrscher, the supreme violence, and the person who controls the world's power and power. Don't you think it's ridiculous to put on such a look? "

"Ah, you reminded me." The man laughed as if he didn't care about the girl's ridicule, bent down and lifted the girl's bangs, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Then, good night, sweet dreams."

Then Gong Ming walked out of the room and closed the door.

……

When Gong Ming came down the stairs and got everything ready in the kitchen, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The white baby dragon named Benares had curled up not far from the fireplace and fell asleep.The flame in the fireplace was burning steadily with a slight sound, bringing heat into the entire villa, rendering everything in the living room a layer of faint red, with a strong sense of warmth.It was snowing outside, looking out through the window, the pure white and light snowflakes drifted like goose feathers in the dark blue night, with poetic beauty.

He took a cup of steaming coffee to the sofa in the living room, let out a sigh of relief, leaned on the sofa behind him, and looked out the window next to him.

Today is Christmas Eve, it is very quiet outside.This kind of small city on the edge is quite sparsely populated, and only a few houses in the dark background have the firelight of the fireplace through the glass.There were faint laughter coming from a distance, full of festive atmosphere.

From Gong Ming's point of view, the white snow on the ground, matched with the dark night sky, looks beautiful like a clear-cut picture.Reflected in this man's golden eyes, there is a different kind of beauty.

so good.The man took a sip of the steaming coffee, with a gratified smile on his face, it seemed that the tiredness all over his body subsided in an instant, with deep satisfaction.

Just as Sirin thought just now, a person like him is supported by the burning flame in the depths of his soul.It is only when the flames become weak that the weariness comes out.Gong Ming will show this kind of tiredness in front of Sirin, which means that his life has entered the countdown. Although it may still be a very, very long time from the perspective of ordinary people, to Gong Ming, it is already a long time. He had to find time for a successor.

He has lived for nearly seven hundred years, and even though his body can withstand the grinding of time, his soul can no longer support the tiredness accumulated from emotions for hundreds of years.

There are only three people in human history who have lived to his age.Otto Apocalypse doesn't care at all, he doesn't care about everything in this world and naturally he won't be dragged down by emotions.Chiyuan is pure-hearted and ascetic, she is a person born in this world, constantly experiencing and forgetting, and finally she suddenly feels like a fairy.Only Gong Ming, even if he wants to erase his own feelings, he still insists on wandering in the world. The more he protects, the more he cares about, and the more he cares, the more tired he becomes. This feeling eventually wears down. over him.His soul has gradually decayed, and he has to admit the fact that he will eventually call his own curtain.

How much longer can he last?Two hundred years?One hundred and fifty years?According to the current trend, if there is no interference from other things, it will probably be such a number.When he was in his prime, he had a godlike and ruthless heart under his warm appearance, but now he can't.He's old and hungry for affection, that's a fact.

But...aside from the trouble of having to prepare for the funeral, this feeling...isn't bad.

At this time, the man closed his eyes and listened to the faintly heard songs from a distance, and suddenly felt that this winter was not as bad as he used to feel.The fireplace shone warm light on his body, and when the young white dragon breathed, there was a slight whirlwind and a faint sound of wind.He shook his head to beat the ballads coming from a distance, thinking about whether his newborn granddaughters, Cecilia and Teresa, had received the Christmas presents he sent in the past. There is a spontaneous sense of satisfaction.

It's as if there isn't a dying watcher here, and there isn't a juvenile Honkai Beast sleeping next to him, and there isn't a Herrsrscher sleeping upstairs who is destined to destroy the world in mythology.It's as if the house is only populated by a middle-aged man enjoying Christmas Eve after work, a pet lizard, and a little girl who is already asleep.Everyone was immersed in the serene atmosphere of Christmas Eve, waiting for the doomed happiness on Christmas Day.

He fell asleep.

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ps: This chapter is three thousand and three, that is, chapter 1.65 is rounded up to two chapters.

Well, I'm such a genius. (hugging head)

This book also has a million words. More than half of this volume has been written, and there are about two volumes to come.The large bookshelf has also completed the task of this book in every sense.Just wait for the time to deduce to that time.

The outline of the new book also has an outline. According to previous estimates, I should start coding after the end of this volume.Before uploading, save some manuscripts for the new book. Probably when the last volume starts to be coded, there will be a new book, and then when the book is finished, the new book will be almost fat.

Counting the time, more than a year has passed, and I have started to make such a plan.

Suddenly I don't know what to say, and I have an inexplicable urge to cry.I don't know how many of the [-] first-order friends who accompanied this book when it was first released are still left.But no matter when you started reading this book, thank you for your continued company.Accompany me from the beginning of youth to the present old salted fish.Progress and grow slowly.

Even if the story ends in a few months, the book will continue to be written.Just like a small tea vendor, passers-by change one crop after another, and I am still here.

It's just that sometimes when seeing familiar faces passing by again, they will look at each other with a knowing smile.

In 2019, I have a story, do you want to hear it?

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The next day is Christmas.It stands to reason that it should be a day for the whole family to enjoy the wonderful holiday time.But Gong Ming didn't seem to have any intention of staying here any longer. After returning the villa to Tianming's local office, he took Xilin on the train going south early.

The local Valkyrie also asked him if he wanted to arrange a special plane for him, but Gong Ming refused.When he is not in a hurry to go somewhere to do something, he prefers the train, which is not so fast, and sometimes stops to drive or even walk.He likes the sense of ritual called journey, which the plane cannot give him.

At this moment, he and Sirin sat facing each other on two seats, with a small square table connected to the car wall in the middle, and a bright car window on the left.

Unlike Gong Ming's hometown, Shenzhou, which is crowded with people every New Year's festival, this land is sparsely populated, and it is even more sparse during Christmas. There are only sporadic people in the whole car except for Gong Ming. Several people fell in various corners, and the voices of peers communicating with each other were occasionally heard, and there were two laughs from time to time, as if they were exaggerated by the New Year's atmosphere.

However, unlike Gong Ming who was enjoying all this, Xilin was sitting in her seat bored, dragging her chin and looking at the snow scene outside.Her white and tender fingers tapped on the table irritably, full of boredom.

In Gong Ming's eyes, the ground was dyed pure white by the snow, and the scene of the train going backwards was full of poetry, but in her eyes, it was just boring.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" The red-haired man smiled when he saw the girl's appearance, picked up the teapot in front of him, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and brought it to his mouth. "Feeling bored?"

"I don't understand what you want to express to me." The purple-haired girl tapped her fingers on the table. "I don't think there's any point in wasting time for no reason, when you could do a lot of things that could change the whole world. But now I only see an old man who is wasting his time. Don't you all Are you old and dying? Shouldn’t you be busy preparing for the funeral? But you are acting leisurely like a government employee who has just retired and doesn’t know what to do.”

"It's really a young man's idea." Gong Ming laughed immediately when he heard this, but he was not in a hurry to answer her question, but took a sip of the tea in his hand slowly before continuing. "What do you think my life as a watchman will be like? I am busy meeting with various important people every day, and there are endless documents piled up on the desk every day. There are countless things waiting for me to make decisions. I am busy. Every day is full of opportunities, as if the earth would not turn around for a day without me?"