This is My Heroic Path

He said slowly, "Why don't you kneel when you see the gods?"

"I've seen you." An Zhiyu said, "Are you the one Skadi is looking for?"

"It's me." His voice was full of majesty, giving people a sense of holiness that one couldn't help but want to pay respects just by looking at it, and he spoke again.

"Why don't you kneel?"

An Zhiyu scratched his head, "I don't believe in God."

Probably because he thought it was impolite to talk to the gods like this, and if he got angry, An Zhiyu thought for a while and continued: "And you have been in my body for so long, just treat it as your confession to me." Has the rent been paid?"

The god frowned slightly, as if he was smiling, his figure was like a bubble, as if it might disperse at any time, he stretched out his hand, "Come here."

"What are you doing?" An Zhiyu looked at him warily.

"Are you still afraid of what I will do to you?" Shen Ming shook his head with a dumbfounded smile.

"Come here, boy, I won't do anything, the gods don't lie."

"Sister Morgan has lied to me several times..." An Zhiyu said.

"..."

"Speaking of which, is this a dream? Or am I awake now?" An Zhiyu looked around, it was still dark, and the only thing he could see was the god in front of him, with his hands behind his back, his figure was as tall as the king of gods overlooking the world.

But for some reason, An Zhiyu didn't feel his awe, but felt very familiar, as if an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years finally met at this moment.

Probably because he has been guiding the opponent's magic power for his own use.

"This is a dream," said the god, looking at An Zhiyu with a smile in his eyes, "but it's not a dream either."

An Zhiyu: "?"

"I don't understand." An Zhiyu said.

"Can you guarantee that your past experience is not a dream, but this is the real reality?" Shenming continued.

"This is a dream, right?" An Zhiyu looked around and asked.

"Why do you believe so firmly?" the god smiled, "Don't you hate being King Arthur?"

An Zhiyu was stunned, "How do you know?"

Can a god read minds these days?

"I am God," said the god again, "God is omniscient and omnipotent."

"But in fact, I'm quite happy to be King Arthur." An Zhiyu said.

The god played with a black and white ball of light in his hand. There was a faint light on the ball, like some living thing, and it seemed to be still beating slowly.

He raised his eyes, "The identity of Bailong has been discovered, maybe you will face the doubts from your subordinates later, and you should feel tired too."

"Being tired doesn't mean you hate King Arthur, although I always feel that it doesn't matter if I become King Arthur or not." An Zhiyu shook his head and said, "But I don't hate being King Arthur."

"When this king makes you feel tired, even thinking that you will be questioned by others when you wake up, don't you still hate this throne?" the god asked with interest.

An Zhiyu nodded.

"why?"

"You are not a fish, how do you know the happiness of fish?"

In short, you think I'm unhappy, but I'm actually very happy, you only saw the first floor, but in fact I'm on the fifth floor... An Zhiyu's words almost mean this.

The god looked a little dumb, then shook his head with a smile, and raised his finger.

An Zhiyu only felt that his body suddenly felt light and light, and then slowly floated in front of the god.

The god stretched out his hand and placed the ball of light in front of An Zhiyu.

The black and white of the light ball account for half of each, and the black light and white light are always separated, and it is beating slowly like a heart.

"What is this?" An Zhiyu asked subconsciously.

"Your prize... or rather, it's what the Goddess of Death has thought hard to give you," said the god.

"This is a dream, right?" An Zhiyu asked subconsciously.

It's useless even if you get any prize in the dream, right?

"I told you," the god showed a gentle smile, "How do you know if this is a dream?"

The ball of light sank into An Zhiyu's body.

"What the hell is this?" An Zhiyu asked with a frown.

"The factor of the dragon, you can call it the heart of the magic heart," said the god, "or...the heart of the white dragon."

"Bailong?" An Zhiyu was taken aback, "Then why is there still a black light?"

"I added some seasoning." Kami said with a smile.

Why does it sound like something you can eat?

"Then, it's time to settle our account." After the god explained, a malicious look suddenly appeared on his face.

"what?"