100 Ways to Get the Male God

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The corners of Yu Chu's lips curled into a mocking arc, "You're going to die, Dad. How are you feeling now?"

Xie Qingshan stared at the girl's eyes.

Those eyes were crystal clear.

He was gasping for breath, as if speechless, just stared at Yu Chu.

Yu Chu lowered his head and took out a ring from his arms, "Mom said this was the ring you wore when you got married, and she told me to keep it before she died."

She put the ring lightly on Xie Qingshan's blood-stained palm and said calmly: "I think she will be willing, this ring will be held in your hand in the end."

The man clenched the ring.

Yu Chu stood up and stepped back slowly.

Xie Qingshan's eyes were distracted - this was a precursor to death. His eyes were looking at the sky without focus, but his hands tightened, showing blue veins.

This man has pursued his goals all his life.

But when he died, all his strength was only used to hold a ring tightly.

Yu Chu watched for a while, then turned and left.

She was a little dizzy in front of her eyes, and walked out holding various broken instruments until she heard the sound of the wheelchair sliding.

She froze slightly and raised her head.

The first generation was expressionless, looking at her not far away, the blue-purple electric current wrapped around the wheelchair, the chair slowly moved forward, and slowly crushed the finely broken glass slag on the ground.

Yu Chu glanced behind him, and Yun Xing followed behind with a look of bewilderment.

"Why are you back?" the girl asked, propping herself up and walking towards him, clutching her stomach.

Although there was no strange expression on her face, the blood had already stained the slender fingers.

The boy had always looked indifferent, his icy purple pupil looked at her, the wheelchair ran over the glass slag, his voice was broken and slow, and finally stopped in front of her.

The first generation raised the corners of his lips and stared at the girl's wound, his voice unclear: "Why is this?"

Yu Chu was slightly startled.

She clutched her stomach and stepped back, "It's okay..."

But the boy in the wheelchair had lightly grasped her wrist and took her hand away from her abdomen, revealing a blood-stained corner of her clothes.

He was expressionless, his snow-white slender fingertips gently held the corner of his clothes, his eyes darkened.

"You never ask me for help, even if these things are easy for me." The young man's voice was hoarse, a little indifferent, and a little icy self-deprecating.

He raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were slightly broken, and he looked up at her silently, "I didn't care about you, so when you grew up, did you learn to take revenge on me in this way?"

Yu Chu was suddenly stunned.

She stared blankly at the pair of cold purple pupils.

Dangerous, powerful, indifferent, with a desolation like a frozen lake, and aloof like a god.

Lord God...

He is the main god.

Yu Chu suddenly felt powerless, his lips moved slightly, and his fingertips were a little numb. Lord God, in fact, she doesn't know how to face him at all.

The last kiss in space, with the rebelliousness of the child growing up, pounced on the throne and kissed him, like a majestic challenge to the guardian since childhood.

Like a prank.

She only dared to kiss.

He is still a god on high.

"No..." She shook her head.

I don't ask the first generation to help, I just feel that the first generation needs to be taken care of. She can do dangerous things herself.

Feng Qing's lilac eyes stared at her calmly, the nobleness and extreme indifference of the gods made the girl pale and wanted to step back.

But her wrist was still in the other's hand.

The god lowered his eyes.