The severed finger was thrown to the ground by the middle-aged woman. She didn't seem to care about her son's finger, but she was more concerned about how to accuse her husband.
Like crazy, she grabbed the collar of the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, and kept talking about how miserable her son must be to have such a father.
"Okay! Don't make unreasonable troubles here in front of outsiders! It's embarrassing!" The middle-aged man vigorously shook off the woman's hand and pushed her to the ground.
The vice-president of Ba Tian Guild lowered his head and hid himself in the darkness of the room, trying his best to restrain his presence, for fear that they would vent their anger on him.
The middle-aged woman's cries echoed in the room, making the middle-aged man's head hurt, and his black pupils tried their best to suppress irritability and impatience.
"You are that... the vice-president of some guild, right?" The middle-aged man rubbed his frowned eyebrows and asked casually. Obviously he did not know the name of his son's guild, and it seemed that he did not know the name of his son's guild.
He doesn't care what happens to his son.
The vice president did not dare to raise his head and said in a flattering tone: "My lord, I am."
"Then you will succeed the president. As for that Jane...yue? You should find a chance to deal with her."
The middle-aged man randomly took out a prop from his system backpack and threw it at the feet of the vice-president, as if it was just a piece of garbage he threw out casually, and as if the vice-president was just a piece of junk that he could not see.
Like a pug with an eyelid.
The vice president naturally knew that he was not taken seriously by them. The bulging veins on the back of his hands were proof that he was trying his best to endure this slight.
He picked up the props on the ground and left like this. The superficial couple in the room felt a sense of disgust when they looked at each other's faces, and left the room to do their own things.
Jian Yao didn't know that after being scapegoated, her life was being targeted again. She was now trying to study her special mission reward. After all, it was a rare thing related to the gods.
She first looked around and confirmed that the curtains in the room were tightly drawn. The heavy curtains could not let out a trace of light. She also confirmed that her parents were not at home, and then she safely took out the system backpack.
Take out the "Fragment of the Book of Pseudo Destiny".
She originally thought that after the fragment was taken out, it would emit a particularly bright light or other special effects, but the fragment was like an ordinary piece of yellowed paper, lying quietly in Jian Yao's hand, looking like nothing.
any changes.
However, this prop seems to be just a piece of waste paper at the moment. Apart from prophecies that don’t know whether it’s true or false, it doesn’t seem to have any use?
Moreover, this scrap of paper will attract the prying eyes of other players. After all, something related to the gods is in the hands of a low-level player like her, which can be said to be a hot potato.
Jian Yao chooses to believe in her own consciousness. Perhaps... when all the pieces are gathered together, she will know what her intuition wants to tell her.
There are strings of black words written on the yellowed paper. The fonts look beautiful. You can imagine what a scene looks like: a beautiful woman sitting at the table and writing this string of words.
Good guy.
After Jian Yao saw the words on the shredded paper, she finally understood why the book was torn into pieces by the gods. This text was just like scolding the current gods as evil gods. She could imagine what would happen next.
There are so many words to accuse the gods in the description.
No wonder the system description says "offensive and insulting to the gods".
[Faith is gradually lost, the gods have fallen, the good gods no longer exist, and the evil gods are in power]
Jian Yao subconsciously read the black words on the scrap of paper, and the moment Jian Yao read this sentence, she seemed to see a pair of pale hands tearing apart a book in the deep universe.
Yellowish and white pieces of paper slowly fell in the air, falling from the sky like snowflakes that broke the rules of the universe, and finally fell into a black vortex.
Jian Yao looked up in the direction where the paper fell, and saw only a pair of cold and deep eyes, which seemed to contain countless malice.
"!"
Jian Yao suddenly broke out of the illusion, her face was covered with cold sweat, and she was still breathing heavily. She could even feel her heart beating violently.
She seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, but when she thought about it again, she found that she couldn't remember it. It was as if her brain knew that it was beyond the brain's tolerance and automatically blocked it for Jian Yao.
segment of memory.
"Yao Yao, what's wrong?" Shan Nanxing sensed something was wrong with Jian Yao and emerged from the pendant. He picked up the tissue on the bedside with his warm hands and wiped Jian Yao's face gently.
of cold sweat.
Jian Yao subconsciously grabbed Shan Nanxing's hand. She didn't know how to tell Shan Nanxing. She couldn't tell why she was afraid, and she couldn't remember what she saw at the end of that illusion.
Shan Nanxing looked at Jian Yao's expression that had not yet recovered, and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he held Jian Yao in his arms. Their warm bodies were intertwined through their thin clothes. This was also
It made Jian Yao feel that she was staying in her room well, there was no accident, and there was no danger.
Their hands are clasped together, and only in this way can Jian Yao feel enough sense of security from Shan Nanxing.
"When I read the words above, I seemed to see... a pair of hands in the universe tearing the book into pieces, and then... I couldn't remember anything except that I saw something terrible."
Jian Yao is still holding the scrap of paper, which still looks like an extremely ordinary scrap of paper.
Shan Nanxing picked up the scrap of paper and looked at it carefully, unable to distinguish the expression in a pair of red and black eyes.
"Don't think about it, maybe you can try... think about me."
Before Jian Yao understood the meaning of Shan Nanxing's words, he held her face in his hands, and the warm temperature came from her lips. She saw the red and black eyes of Shan Nanxing still reflected
her eyes.
However, Shan Nanxing's move really helped her get rid of her inexplicable fear. Jian Yao really didn't have the time to think about other things. Her mind was completely occupied by Shan Nanxing.
The room was so charming that even the little seal pillow on the bedside couldn't help but cover her sesame-sized eyes with her soft little hands.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Shan Nanxing's voice was hoarse and he whispered into Jian Yao's ear.