After Marrying an Evil God

Qi Ye returned home and gave half of the master godhead to Qi Baicha.

"With it, you can remember a lot of things." Qi Ye suddenly became a little nervous.

Those glorious days and days in the past, now I want to come to the history of China, Second and Black.

Qi Baicha held half a godhead, and fixedly looked at him: "Do we have a forefront?"

Qi Ye paused and said vaguely: "That's a very long story."

Qi Baicha calmly said "Oh", closed his eyes, and merged half of the godhead into the spirit.

The deity turned into a light into the forehead, Qi Baicha's consciousness fell into nothingness, his body softened, and Qi Ye took it into his arms.

Bai Xue will eventually think of everything in the arms of the dark night.

That is indeed a long story.

Start with a cliché story, a long, long time ago...

A long, long time ago, there was no Lord God born in the Great Thousand World, and the honor of the Lord of All Gods was still vacant. The world has no serial numbers, no time-space administration, no gods to maintain the stability of the world, and those illegal traversers who exploit the loopholes of time and space for personal gain already exist.

Order always has to be established slowly. Criminals will always appear earlier than the police. There are people who commit crimes before there are people who go to catch criminals. At that time, the world had foreigners with impure purposes, but there was no special organization to catch them. Without the master **** who unifies the great world and founded the time-space administration, the native gods of each world can only guard the peace in their own world, and know nothing about the situation of outsiders. The Mythology app has not yet been developed, and the local gods cannot contact the otherworldly gods, and the great world is running unrelated.

There is a very old world in it.

This world was the era of chaos at first, the world had not been opened, it was vast, and the turbid air had to blend, and they were fighting and repelling each other.

These two groups of Qi are the original form of the world, one clear and the other muddy, naturally repulsive. They have fought for countless years in the chaos, and it is too long to measure time. The foul air is very vicious, and gradually gains the upper hand in the battle. It breaks the Qing Qi into countless branches, constantly swallowing it, squeezing the living space of the Qing Qi, and making the turbid Qi far more than the Qing Qi.

Muddy qi repels clear qi and swallows it when you see it. Qingqi is also disgusted and afraid of muddy qi. When every Qing Qi encounters a foul qi attack, it will immediately flee, avoiding it, for fear of being swallowed up and assimilated.

The law of the weak and the strong has always been the law of the world, and the turbidity is a natural enemy. This life-and-death situation is destined.

There is only the purest breath of air, which does not evade when the turbid pressure comes, but curiously entangles it.

This is the first ray of clear air that is not afraid of muddy air in the countless years since the muddy air has broken up the clear air.

The muddy Qi felt strange, and the action that he wanted to swallow the breath stopped. It felt that this breath of breath was not a fool, and it was too scared to escape when he saw it?

Qingqi is not afraid, a thin white mist rushes between the black and turbid air, which is quite intimacy.

It doesn't treat the stale air as its enemy, but just thinks it's a playmate.

Zhuoqi found it interesting the first time he saw such a clear breath, and left the breath of clear breath, allowing it to follow obediently.

I have been lonely for countless years, and the turbid air only knows how to swallow and fight, and the world's pure air is its natural enemy, avoiding it like a snake and scorpion. For the first time in his life, it had a companion, and the other party was still breathless.

This breath of fresh air is different from other fresh air.

Therefore, such a spectacle appeared in the era of chaos—when a large cloud of black mist came in, countless wisps of white mist escaped everywhere, and only a wisp of white mist, entwined with the black mist, appeared extremely abrupt, as if it was drawn into the turbidity camp. .

The other Qing Qi was angry-a traitor appeared among them!

And this wisp of clean air doesn't really understand, why other clean airs have to run away when they see the turbid air.

The stale air has never hurt it, it only treats it as a playmate.

Although the color of this playmate is different from it, the volume is also a little big.

It treats turbidity equally.

Zhuoqi also showed great indulgence to this special wisp of fresh air, and never revealed its evil side to it.

But turbid qi is gentle to it, but it does not mean that it is gentle to other clear qi. Fighting in turbidity is instinct, turbid qi has always been very clear about his goal-to swallow all the virgin qi in the world, assimilate it into turbid qi, and from then on this world is its world.

Now it is willing to show favor outside the law, leaving this little breath that it regards as a partner, but other breaths should be swallowed.

The muddy qi went with its little Qing Qi for a while, and then met a few wisps of Qing Qi. The turbid qi was about to swallow all in one breath, Xiao Qingqi suddenly came down from it, blocking in front of those Qingqi.

Xiao Qingqi drew a few circles in front of Zhuoqi, and asked Zhuoqi to let them go.

Zhuoqi disagrees. It is the greatest kindness that it can let go of the small Qing Qi, how can it also let go of other Qing Qi.

Xiao Qingqi turned around anxiously, and after a long while, he drew another heart.

Muddy Qi: "..."

Mu Qi let go of those wisps of breath reluctantly.

Those fresh air ran away quickly without staying much for a moment.

Xiao Qingqi happily stopped in front of Zhuoqi, as if saying "thank you".

Zhuoqi said that this is only one time, not as an example.

However, every time the turbid qi wanted to swallow other qing qi, Xiao Qing qi would beg it not.

Xiao Qingqi is born to love peace and hate killing the most. It wants everyone to get along well.

It is truly pure and pure, without wearing any colored glasses.

But it was too naive.

The staleness of evil nature is ridiculous. The more times it gets angry. It feels that it has given Xiaoqingqi enough tolerance and patience, but Xiaoqingqi has made an inch of it, preventing it from swallowing other Qingqi and preventing it from becoming stronger.

Qing qi is qing qi, or toward the side of qing qi, and will never become a partner of turbid qi.

After letting off Qingqi again, Zhuoqi calmly said to Xiaoqingqi: This is the last time I have agreed to your request. From now on, we will go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other.

Then he turned around and left without mercy.

Xiao Qingqi wanted to catch up, but the turbid energy moved so fast that it could only watch the turbid energy go away.

Xiao Qingqi stayed in place, very at a loss.

Don't you want it?

It almost separated from the last breath of fresh air, and met the stale air when it was first born. Having walked with Zhuoqi for many years, Xiao Qingqi left it for the first time, but couldn't find the direction for a while and didn't know where to go.

It wandered aimlessly in the chaos, and found a few more breaths.

Is this a new partner?

Xiao Qingqi was about to go up to say hello in a friendly manner, and found that the few wisps of Qingqi were also fighting. One of the wisps of fresh air swallowed the other wisps of fresh air, and it quickly doubled, and his gaze was fixed on the faint little fresh air.

The clean air will also swallow each other. They were broken up into too many strands, and the scattered power couldn't resist a whole group of squalid qi at all, and could only continue to swallow the same kind to strengthen oneself, only to have the power to fight the squalid.

Those clear qi that was swallowed naturally lost consciousness forever.

Seeing that big Qing Qi was about to swallow it, Xiao Qing Qi hadn't reacted yet. At the moment of the fire, the group of clear air was swallowed by the thick black mist, and soon became a dark color, becoming a part of the muddy air.

Silly Qi counted Xiaoqingqi indifferently: I haven't grown for so many years, don't you know how to hide?

Only then did Xiao Qingqi recover, and the whole group of Qi was lost.

It suddenly realized the cruelty of the chaotic world.

The turbidity is fighting, and the pure aura is also killing each other. It loves peace by nature, but the world is full of killing.

It is the turbid air that has protected it too well these years.

It is hard to imagine that the most ferocious and evil stale air will protect a small breath of air for so long, protecting it so innocently.

Xiao Qingqi pounced sadly into his muddy arms.

Zhuoqi wanted to curse a few more words, thinking that if it came a step late, Xiaoqingqi would be swallowed up, and he was so angry that he wanted to hit it.

It puts it by its side to hold back its instincts, how can the little Qing Qi that hasn't been swallowed for so many years be swallowed by other Qing Qi!

But Xiao Qingqi rushed up like this, and all the dirty words couldn't be said.

It stiffened for a while, separated a wisp of black mist and gently hugged Xiaoqingqi.

It's okay, I'm protecting you.

Zhuoqi and Xiaoqingqi became companions again, and they were reconciled.

However, Xiao Qingqi no longer persuaded the turbid qi not to swallow the qi, but became very silent. It knows that everyone is obeying the law, but it is a different kind, and it cannot persuade others to be generous.

Zhuoqi knew that Xiao Qingqi didn't like seeing these killings, and never swallowed Qingqi again.

Anyway, it has gained the upper hand, and it is not necessary to turn the whole world into a stale world.

In order to make Xiao Qingqi happy, Zhuoqi reluctantly allowed those Qingqi to stay in the world to survive.

After countless years, Zhuoqi and Xiaoqingqi became a recognized pair. The focus is not away from Meng, Meng is not out of focus, black and white, lingering and afflicted.

Zhuoqi's gentleness to Xiaoqingqi stunned the others. With the passage of time, after confirming that the turbid qi will never swallow other qi, the qi will no longer see the turbid qi and run away, but it is always difficult to get close.

There are thousands of clear qi in the world, and muddy qi only likes its small clear qi.

Finally, after a long, long time, the chaos opened up and the ground appeared.

A handsome and evil deity in black woke up arrogantly on the ground, his black hair scattered and his black eyes cold.

All the turbid qi in the world merged together and turned into an evil god, whose name was Qi Ye.

He is the first **** in the world.

Born to be strong.

At this time, those Qing Qi was weak because of the scattered power, and couldn't transform the gods.

They watched the birth of the evil **** with fear and envy.

Who doesn't want to become a god?

The purpose of fighting for countless years was to fight for a chance to be the first to become a god.

Qi Ye lowered his eyes to stare at the bewildered little Qingqi wrapped around his fingertips, and made a slight smile, with a gentle and playful expression.

"Little guy, don't you recognize me?"

Xiao Qingqi shook the gas.

The white mist wrapped around the fingertips and turned into soft fingers in the hands.

Since then, the world has dark night and earth, which is Qi Ye's territory.

Later, there were day, sun and moon, stars, four seasons...

With sun god, moon god, wind god, thunder god...

All the turbid qi casts an evil god, but the clear qi is divided into countless strands and transformed into many natural gods. The power of the gods of nature is far inferior to Qi Ye, and Qi Ye has never put them in his eyes.

His only entertainment is to stay in his own temple, keeping his little breathless thoughts: "Little guy, when will you become a god?"

"I don't know what **** you will be."

"If you are transformed, you will definitely look more beautiful than the gods of nature outside."

"It doesn't matter if you are not beautiful. Don't dare to transform yourself under pressure. I think you are the prettiest you look like."

…

One day, there was a heavy snowfall in the world.

It was the first snow in the world.

Qi Ye woke up and found that the window was covered with white snow, the air was full of cold air, and he was holding a white-haired young man in his arms.

Snow is the skin, and ice is the face.

Has a pair of ice blue eyes.

Bai Xue was born in the arms of the night.