Fantasy: Traveling To The Exciting World Written By Yourself

At this moment, Song Zimiao was no longer in white clothes, but in blue clothes like a sea, making the whole person look more ethereal.

Being a goddess gives people a different feeling.

Fang Yan had known about Song Zimiao's appearance for a long time.

Even though the two have become Taoist lovers in name only, Fang Yan still feels that Song Zimiao is stunningly different from Feng Lianxue, two completely different women.

Song Zimiao came out very low-key this time, even sneaking out.

"Ziyao."

Song Zimiao picked up Song Ziyao, with a doting smile on her face.

Even though she is the embodiment of the Avenue of Destiny, she still likes her identity as Song Ziyao's sister.

This identity made Song Zimiao feel real.

Destiny is, after all, too vague and insubstantial.

"Huh? The incarnation of the Avenue of Destiny?!"

Bi Ji's voice was full of surprise and sounded in Fang Yan's mind.

"Yes."

Fang Yan did not deny it.

Brigitte fell silent for a moment.

If Brigitte were standing next to Fang Yan, she would definitely look at Fang Yan's handsome face curiously to see what is so magical about it that it hooks up with all the incarnations of the Avenue of Destiny.

All this time, Brigitte had never heard of the incarnation of the Great Dao hooking up with that human being, not even the Great Emperor.

Especially the incarnation of the Avenue of Destiny has always been a person, walking between the mortal world and destiny.

"Very surprised?"

Fang Yan asked jokingly.

"Very surprised."

Brigitte did not deny that she had felt the aura of the Avenue of Destiny from Fang Yan's body, which was obviously from the same origin as the incarnation of the Avenue of Destiny.

In other words, Fang Yan is the Taoist monk who embodies the Great Path of Destiny.

"Then you should be careful in the future."

Brigitte had to remind her.

As a weapon spirit that has existed for millions of years, it still knows a lot.

"Thanks."

Fang Yan said gratefully, but did not explain anything.

Bi Ji knows, Fang Yan must know, but so what.

Song Zimiao is his woman, and no one can touch her, not even the high road.

not to mention.

Feng Lianxue, the incarnation of Dao Dao, is also Fang Yan's woman.

"You are not generally confident."

Brigitte sighed.

"If you're not confident, were you willing to come out in the first place?"

Fang Yan asked rhetorically.

Brigitte was silent.

"Fang Yan!"

At this time, Song Zimiao hugged Song Ziyao and came to Fang Yan, with only a touch of tenderness in her beautiful eyes.

really.

Real feeling, great!

This is very important to Song Zimiao.

"There are too many people here, let's find another place."

Fang Yan suggested.

"I've prepared the house for you."

…

Miaomiao Villa.

As soon as I heard the name, I knew that this was Song Zimiao's property as a goddess. It covers an area even larger than the Forbidden City.

In this way, Fang Yan and his party settled in Tianji City and will not go anywhere else in a short time.

That night.

A long absence is better than a new marriage.

After some tenderness, Song Zimiao prepared some supper for Fang Yan.

Fang Yan looked at Song Zimiao in front of him, and suddenly felt like an old married couple. What a trick of time.

"Fang Yan, are you interested in becoming the Son of God?"

Song Zimiao hesitated and asked seriously.

"Son of God?"

Fang Yan naturally understood what Song Zimiao meant and said, "Do I have any other choice?"

"It's so kind of you."

Song Zimiao smiled sweetly.

She could see that Fang Yan did not reject the position of Son of God, but he did not like to manage the affairs of Tianji Shen Pavilion.

"If I'm not good to you, who else can I be good to?"

Fang Yan smiled knowingly.

This is true.

Song Zimiao, a woman worthy of his possession and sacrifice.

For example, regarding the matter of the Son of God, she asked Fang Yan first before making any plans.

In fact, Song Zimiao could kill first and then show off. I believe Fang Yan would not refuse.

This reflects a kind of family status.

"Don't worry, I will help you deal with it when the time comes."

Song Zimiao said gently: "Just be a hands-off shopkeeper."

"Can."

Fang Yan did not refuse Song Zimiao's kindness. He changed the subject and said, "Eat quickly, it's getting cold."

"Um."

Song Zimiao nodded happily.

Different people have different understandings of happiness.

For Song Zimiao, this moment is happiness.

…

A few days later.

Song Zimiao didn't know where she got a set of god-level top-grade treasure clothes, mainly blue and white. When she wore them on Fang Yan, she almost blinded the Nine-Colored Lotus.

So handsome!

really.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold!

"Cang Yun, I'm going to trouble you at home."

After that, Fang Yan took Song Zimiao and left Miaomiao Villa.

"Yes, sir!"

Cangyun said a little bit crazy.

"Is this brother-in-law?!"

Song Ziyao waited until the backs of Fang Yan and Song Ziyao disappeared from sight before taking a look at Cangyun.

"yes."

Cangyun nodded.

…

The destiny tower.

"How about it? Can this tower be revealed to you?"

Song Zimiao took Fang Yan to the gate of Tianji Ming Tower and asked with interest.

"Okay."

Fang Yan raised his head and glanced at the Tianji Ming Tower. It was indeed shocking, but things were different now, and his vision was no longer limited to this.

"Let's go."

Song Zimiao naturally held Fang Yan's arm and walked into the Tianji Fate Tower.

Others may not be able to recognize Song Zimiao, the new goddess, at once, but it is impossible for people in Tianji Ming Tower not to recognize her.

As soon as they saw the goddess walking in with an extremely handsome boy on her arm, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Song Zimiao didn't care about other people's eyes, she calmly took Fang Yan's arm and walked towards the ladder.

The place she wanted to go was on the ninety-eighth floor of the Tianji Ming Tower.

The ninety-ninth floor is the highest level and can only be climbed up when worshiping heaven and earth.

As a goddess, logically speaking, she shouldn't be so ostentatious, especially holding a man's arm, which is too intimate and damages the face of Tianji Shengge.

"Wait?! That person can't be the new Son of God, right?! Oh my god, he's so handsome!"

"It should be the Son of God. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Goddess to be so close to a man. If this is really the case, where should the Son of God put his face?"

"It's just that the cultivation level of this son of God is a bit low. He is in the early stage of Taiqing Realm, and he is not even the Nine Transformations of Longevity."

"What do you know?! If the Son of God can make you see your cultivation clearly, is that still the Son of God?"

"That seems to be the truth..."

…

In an instant, one word spread to ten, ten spread to hundreds, hundreds spread to thousands, and the entire Tianji Ming Tower became lively.

During this period, when the competition for the Son of God was at its most intense, a young man suspected to be the Son of God suddenly appeared. How could it not alarm the entire Tianji Shen Pavilion.

"You did this on purpose, right?"

On the ladder, Fang Yan gently hugged Song Zimiao's waist and asked with a smile.

"This is a ladder, don't mess around."

Song Zimiao suddenly smiled charmingly, which really captivated everyone.

"Who is messing around?

Although he said this, Fang Yan still hugged Song Zimiao's waist and said, "If you do this, the pressure will be even greater."

Fang Yan knew better than Song Zimiao how fierce the struggle in the Tianji Shen Pavilion was when the Son of God rotated.

It will really kill people!

This is the impact of supreme power.

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