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Chapter 195: Compassionate Gods Save World-Weary Believers (28)

When the system novice heard what he said, he thought it was funny, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly patted his chest to make a promise: [You can just say, as long as our system can do it, we will definitely do it for you! 】

Yan Qingning's eyes moved to the messy manuscripts piled in his hand, and said to the system novice: "I can be your host and help you repair the emotional line of the small world, but you have to allow me to draw materials from the small world so that I can borrow This is where I find inspiration to complete my manuscript.”

The system novice didn't hesitate for a moment and nodded repeatedly: [Deal! 】

It seems that all the benefits of this verbal agreement are in favor of system novices, but Yan Qingning has never been the one to let himself suffer.

He sensed the aura of the god from the white-haired squirrel that suddenly appeared, so he used this almost non-existent agreement to discuss with the system novice.

his purpose...

It is never a simple source, but a god that does not exist in this world...

All along.

Xiaobai stood next to Qingning, watching from the perspective of a bystander how he led Yan Qingning into the small world in the past.

However, the moment Yan Qingning stepped into the small world, those dark eyes turned into a pair of light eyes for some unknown reason.

A pair of light eyes that are almost the same as those of the Lord Judge...

noob:【? ! ! 】

Qingning beside him was still torn by past memories, his eyes were red, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He was caught in the middle, like an absolute dividing line, with the future Qingning on one side and the past Yan Qingning on the other.

They are completely different, but they reach the same goal by different paths.

"Aning..."

The chaotic memories in his mind gradually returned to their places, and the sadness that had almost overwhelmed him slowly faded away because of this gentle voice, and the redness in Qingning's eyes gradually subsided.

He was like a ferocious beast that had been appeased and gradually became docile.

Seeing that his condition was getting better, Xiaobai quickly jumped over and gestured with his little paw: [Host, dear, how are you doing now?Is there anything uncomfortable?How is your memory doing now? 】

Qingning's deep eyes gradually regained their vitality. He looked down at Xiaobai, who was full of worry, and gently rubbed his head: "Don't worry about me, I'm in good condition at the moment."

"And, I remembered everything about me..."

All memories of me being the appointed executioner to inflict punishment on my god...

I remember it all...

His words seemed to have touched the boundary of this past world. The originally harmonious world came to a standstill at this moment, and then shattered like a mirror.

The scene in front of him was like a mirror, completely shattered.

His field of vision fell into a dead darkness again. He subconsciously wanted to explore the road ahead, but his hand was covered by a pair of warm palms.

The familiar scent of platycodon flowers came to my nose, and the man's gentle teasing voice came to my ears that had been buzzing for a long time.

"Is it time for my Aning, who has been sleeping for so long, to wake up?"

His eyelids were a little heavy, and he managed to open them with some effort, and caught the man's cold and gentle face from his blurred vision.

"Lord God..."

He opened his mouth to respond, his voice hoarse beyond words.

Zhuo'an pinched his fingertips and kissed them gently, with a slight smile on his lips: "My Aning, what do you remember now?"

His vision gradually became clear from blur, and he held Zhuo An's hand back, forcefully squeezing his fingers between his fingers and clasping his fingers tightly.

He stared at Zhuo An's smiling eyes and recounted what he remembered in a choked voice:

"Lord God, I remember that you once chose to abandon the creed you believed in all your life in order to save me."

"I remember that you worked so hard for my ideals that you didn't dare to reveal your selfishness until you died on the table."

"I remember that because of my death, you abandoned the principles you adhered to throughout your life and intended to commit suicide."

"I remember that you loved me so passionately, yet you were searching for my bones in an inevitable war."

"I remember that as my substitute, you humbled yourself and begged me for mercy, and even degenerated yourself into a lowly fake."

Zhuo Jing listened quietly to him recounting those particularly heavy memories. It wasn't until he finished that he put his arm around his waist, patted his back gently, and comforted him: "My Aning, it's all over. .”

"We should look forward and not dwell on the pain of the past."

Qing Ning's eyes were red. Seeing Zhuo An's peaceful and docile look, he felt a little angry for a moment and bit his shoulder through his clothes.

His strength was not very strong, more like a little cat acting like a baby in an aggrieved manner.

Zhuo'an doted on him, so he naturally allowed him to bite him.

He was even worried that Qing Ning was tired of biting, so he gently rubbed the back of his head with his movements and coaxed him softly: "Don't bite for too long, your mouth will get tired."

It was rare for Qing Ning to have a bad temper towards him, but because of such a short sentence from him, she was completely discouraged.

He lay on Zhuo'an's shoulder and complained: "Lord God, you are really evil!"

Zhuo'an accepted all his complaints and bad temper, and followed his words in a good voice: "Yes, yes, I am the worst bad person..."

Qing Ning stopped talking now. He buried his head on the side of Zhuo An's neck, like a cat having a tantrum.

Zhuo'an raised his hand and put it on the top of his hair, and the fingertips became blurry the moment they touched his hair.

But this change only happens in an instant.

This is more like an illusion than reality.

His expression was as usual, and he smiled and coaxed Qing Ning: "Now the worst villain wants a chance to correct his evil ways. I wonder if my Ah Ning will give it to me?"

"No!"

Qing Ning rarely acted like a child having a tantrum in front of him, refuting his words unreasonably, not even willing to say a word.

Zhuo'an wore a chain of good and evil on his wrist and underwent earth-shaking changes after Qingning retrieved his past memories.

The pure white that represents good thoughts has an absolute advantage, pushing the dark black that represents evil thoughts to the edge. It is pitifully the same as the previous pure white.

Zhuo'an held his face, wiped away the tears hanging at the end of his eyes with his fingertips, and teased him with a smile: "Whose little cat with a bad temper is this?"

"You're crying so pitifully, it makes my heart break."

Qing Ning looked at Zhuo An with a pair of tearful eyes, her head was filled with heat, she grabbed his front and forced him to bend down and lower his head, then she raised her head and bumped into his lips fiercely.

The teeth hit each other through two thin layers of lip flesh. The collision was full of pain that made people grin, and there was no trace of tenderness.

Zhuo'an's eyes dimmed, and he took advantage of the situation to hold the back of his head, deepen the kiss, and teach him bit by bit in the gentlest way.

What... is the right kiss.