Half heaven blue, half **** red—this is how the residents of the Red Sea describe this sea area.

The Red Sea is long and narrow, full of coral reefs, and both shores are filled with harsh winds. Looking ahead, there are endless red-gold rock walls. After the reflection of sunlight, they refract different shades of light on the sea surface, as if a dark red miracle had descended. A pair of barefoot wading through the fluffy bright red seaweed, romantic on the knees, soaking white hair.

The young man raised his arm, his expression distressed, and a strand of white hair was entwined.

The waves of the Red Sea reflected in his eyes, and the scarlet became more and more amazing.

Pei Dang wondered whether God was distracted when he loved him.

Otherwise, how could he give him an angel-like pure and upright white hair, but give him the devil's crimson pupils?

The face was facing the desert wind, the air current was scorching hot, and a red mist was blowing, and golden fine sand engulfed it.

The extraordinary scene made Pei Dang a little trance.

He has never been abroad, nor has he been to the Red Sea. Before getting to know it deeply, his impression of it was nothing more than "bright red", "mysterious", and "foreign". There is a neurological myth in "Exodus", which is that Moses divided the Red Sea, led the Israelites to escape from the sky, and drowned countless Egyptian soldiers.

There are rumors that even the Pharaoh of the Son of the Sun is not immune from disaster.

And the background of this war is dominated by the gods-if the gods approve anyone, whoever can be favored by the goddess of victory.

How bold is he, actually wanting to...monopolize the gods?

Before playing this "God's Prank" game, Pei Dang's life track was nothing more than learning to play games on live broadcast, occasionally dragged by roommates to parties and strolling around the scenic spots in the nearby area. Of course, the Buddhist temple is a must Few, after all, the "four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasties" offer a Buddha within a few steps.

From Shakyamuni’s flaming lotus platform to the grass-green futon, three meters away, that should be when he was the closest to the gods of his country.

Pei Dang is an atheist who is not interested in burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and even deliberately avoids it because the smell of incense candles is too strong.

The light meal in the temple is not bad.

Young people love to follow the fashion and show great enthusiasm for Western architecture.

There is a church site near their school, and you can get in with your student ID at half price. The church was renovated a few years ago, and the paint was white and bright, stained-glass windows were patched up, clusters of lilies were planted in the flowerbeds, and a few clergy were hired to run it decently.

Pei Dang went there in the second week of the first year of school and found that there were green bamboos and pine cypresses planted inside, and a fertile vegetable field was cultivated. He couldn't help but laugh.

It's hard to say about the other skills of the people of their country. Farming and vegetable cultivation is to carry the handle, and grow wherever they go.

How did he feel when he entered the church for the first time?

Can't remember it.

The memory hall has vaguely intercepted fragments, the deep oval space, the huge cross, and the painted statue of **** with one hand touching the heart.

He has none of the silence, vastness, order, and eternal emotions that others experience.

Therefore, the male student turned his eyes faintly, responding casually to the compliments of his classmates, and thought about the food court next to him.

He rejected this river, but could not escape the strange circle, and still wade in another turbulent river.

This is the irresistible "destiny"?

Pei Dang thought.

A pile of bones was scattered under the youth's feet.

Half a month ago, the skeleton owner was still making waves at sea, burning, killing, looting.

Three days ago, the pirates were caught by angry people and escorted to the church to demand punishment.

In the era of the gods, the blessings of the king's power had not yet overwhelmed the kingdom, and a small church even surpassed the council chamber of a city-state.

The witch is so sinful that he will naturally not appear in the church symbolizing the holy order.

But Pei Dang, a clergyman, was handy.

For example, this heinous pirate is a seasonal festival in the church—just as Abel offered a **** lamb sacrifice to God, the church also wanted to win his favor and to please the witch.

With the threat of disaster, deter a city-state.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw the white-haired youth bend down, stretched out two fingers, unbiasedly inserted into the white skull's eye, and lifted it loosely.

The ancestor bloodline of the first vampires derives blood, greed, sin, and coldness.

They shuddered.

However, such a demon, walking the world, is a gentle and handsome skin.

He folded a branch of figs, tied a head of snowy hair with incredible softness and tenacity, and the emerald green beads lined it fresh and natural.

Pei Dang, who had changed his human blood, greeted the people on the street friendly.

It was only the frustrated people of this city-state who aimed at him, gaining prestige in the name of destroying the witch.

But Pei Dang deliberately turned his head and was beaten with bruises and swollen face. What he wanted in exchange was the witch's gaze.

Now that the goal is reached, he does not need worthless consumables.

People never saw a bully who beat him up again.

They muttered that this group of people might have gone to sea.

Pei Dang went to the most powerful church in the area and handed a wooden box to the priest himself.

The priest's face changed slightly, more respectful.

"Your Excellency has worked hard."

The two talked as they walked across a small area.

The land is surrounded by dark red thorns, the soil is moist, and a handful of soft dandelions grow, blooming in early summer, squeezed close to each other, and the golden discs are particularly dazzling and bright.

"You go to deal with things first, don't care about me, I will leave after picking."

"Yes, my lord."

The priest's eyes were strange.

Who would have thought that the devil loves farming?

Pei Dang had already prepared. Putting on his gloves, he pulled up the dandelions, shed the mud, and put them in the basket. After plucking a full handful, the gauze covered the mouth of the basket, he got up and crossed the thorns and returned to the swamp forest where the witch lived.

The witch is nowhere to be seen, presumably she went to the basement to make some trouble.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he washed the dandelion, blanched, chopped, dripped oil, added ingredients, stirred, and brought the sober and green summer to the table.

She appeared stretched out, lavender tulle tied around her neck and wrists, her waist was hollowed out, and her jewel-like belly button was looming. Pei Dang tilted his head to look. The other party was wearing a ponytail high and a gold agate bracelet. The ink hair dangled from her waist to her calf. It didn't look like a god, but the princess of a secular king, with luxurious luxury everywhere. Yan.

"what is this?"

She poked her head.

Pei Dang was taken aback.

He still remembered their first meeting, and the vampire butler was particularly familiar with her taste, and this dandelion was one of them.

How could she not know?

No, no, their current time is in the "past"!

She held the spoon and ate it, her mouth was refreshing, showing a surprised expression.

Pei Dang was lost in thought.

When he fills the "blanks" of the past, is it equivalent to rewriting the gears of history?

Lilith loves to eat "dandelion" because of him in the past?

Pei Dang felt more and more that he was merging with the world, and his past began to be traced. Because it was too real, he had doubts about life outside the game.

Does he exist here or on the other side?

He was about to think further, her teeth against the hard thing, she supported her cheek with one hand, and lazily fed him.

Pei Dang swallowed a spoonful of dandelion and chewed on the rhizome.

The lingering eyes from her neck to shoulders, God has a strong healing power, the hickey last night has disappeared.

It was a rainy winter in a blink of an eye.

Many refugees fled to the rich Nome.

On this day, Pei Dang picked up five ragged children from the overcrowded church, generally aged between twelve and thirteen, with the oldest being fourteen.

Lilith has been indulging in the curse formation recently, almost to the point where she can't sleep and eat, so he has to go to help the strong man.

The children are all from the refugee camp, and there is no father or mother. Pei Dang simply named them Enoch, Ellard, Sheila, etc., changed new clothes, and had a good meal. He checked for a while and confirmed that there was nothing wrong. , Ready to carry these little rascals to the witch.

Enoch is the tallest, well-deserved king of children, he boldly asks questions.

"Father, are we going to see the witch mother?"

The second public beta has been open for a year, and Pei Dang is still running the game and the laboratory.

This year, he was promoted to his junior year, 21 years old, and graduated early.

The life science laboratory is well known, and games about the sequence of gods are popular all over the world.

Pei Dang doesn't like children very much, and now she has some expectations.

In the future, he and Lilith will have triplets.

He rubbed Enoch's pale blond hair.

The majestic and decent father in the eyes of the children suddenly became gentle, "Whether you can let your mother recognize you, it all depends on your performance."

Five members were added to the cabin and it became crowded and lively.

Although Enoch was a bit stubborn, he was quite an elder brother, taking care of his younger brothers and sisters one by one.

The blond boy fell asleep at the feet of the gods.

Pei Dang hooked the corner of his mouth and took the blanket to cover the woman and the teenager.

He was offline.

"Are you awake? You worked hard!"

The staff handed a cup of hot water.

Pei Dang fiddled with the broken hair before his forehead, converged his expression, and returned to his usual indifference, "How about the data monitoring?"

"Look at it."

The LW laboratory has undergone a major transformation. A cylindrical glass tube is built in the center. A female AI body is floating in the electric current. The black algae-like long hair is like a swimming carp, gently swinging along the air pressure. Pei Dang looked up, this is the laboratory grouped one by one according to Lilith's image, and it is very vivid and vivid.

Anyone who passes by can't help thinking: Is this non-human beauty real?

Pei Dang rushed to the international conference and came back with a deep understanding and wrote a report for several days.

"You seem to be tired."

Enoch said, "If you can, please take a good rest. Lord Lilith will take care of us, so don't worry."

A candle holder was placed on the dark red wooden table, the spiral wick was igniting a blue-cyan white flame, and the snow-white candle tears slowly fell, making a beeping sound.

This is a sumptuous dinner.

The tender lamb is served on a red plate, the bread is baked golden brown, the aroma of the grains envelops a sweet tar, as well as freshly cooked cod and smoked fish fillets, and wild anemones are a spring table companion. Of course, milk porridge is indispensable. The oatmeal is crushed to pieces, carefully boiled to make it sticky, and layered with milk, fresh eggs, and broth.

Lilith is addicted to sweetness. The teenagers washed the almonds and raisins, mixed them with the porridge, and held them to her lips in a small bowl.

"I come."

He took the small bowl, warmed his hands, and fed the people bit by bit.

Lilith looked tired and let him move.

"This lamb is not cleaned."

Pei Dang Yuguang glanced at the drenching blood, and couldn't help frowning. For meat, he always didn't like raw meat, even if he went to a western restaurant, he had to be fully cooked.

"Father, of course this is for you."

Sudden changes occur.

The teenagers showed their white teeth, which were especially permeating under the candlelight.

They pounced on him and bit him, like a mouse seeing cheese.

The staff guarding the screen was shocked and straightened up suddenly. What is going on?

Is the second generation of vampires born?

The blood is flowing, and the sound of eating is soothing, like a spring rain and fine sand sweeping the grass path.

"God, you are going to kill me."

Pei Dang's lips were pale, and his fingertips grasped the tablecloth.

"Why?"

The candlestick fell on the tablecloth, igniting a crimson glow.

The tongue of fire was like a snake's letter, clinging to her wrist, strange and beautiful, her scarlet nails lightly touched her cheeks, her lips smiled, as if she was pleased by his embarrassment.

"It's nothing."

She said lazily.

"I'm just tired, I want to change to a handsome young husband."

Pranks of the gods, using love as bait.

At the moment of biting the hook, he sank into the abyss sea.