Chapter 759 Hopeless City (27)
It turns out that Zhou Ye, who has killed countless gods, also fantasized about becoming a god at the beginning...
Oowu suddenly felt that my nose was sore.
He was always a sensitive person, and for some reason, seeing Zhou Ye like this, he couldn't help but think about what such an ignorant and simple person had to go through to be able to wield the sword god a thousand years ago. Half clan?
Wow, I don’t dare to think too much.
Because he couldn't completely let himself stand on Zhou Ye's side. The hatred between the divine world and Zhou Ye was too deep. If Zhou Ye was right, then he was wrong...
"Okay, okay, today's story is over. It's almost dawn. If you don't sleep, I'm going to sleep."
Aowu needs to sleep. Even the soul needs a good rest. There are only a few people in the world who can't sleep at all like Zhou Ye.
Aowu doesn't understand this world at all, and there is nothing she can do about Zhou Ye's symptoms. Anyway, not sleeping has little effect on her. She just feels dazed and dull all day long, but she is healthy and can eat and drink.
In short, it’s not a big problem. I just don’t sleep. Immortals can practice without eating or drinking for hundreds of years.
Aowu fell asleep with peace of mind, while Zhou Ye just kept his eyes open until dawn.
It's extremely cold today.
Even though he was wearing a thick cotton coat, he still couldn't withstand the biting cold wind. Zhou Ye sniffed his nose and wrapped himself in clothes. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a small brown package on the doorstep.
Zhou Ye glanced around, but there was no one else.
Picking up the package and tearing open a corner, a piece of burnt yellow material was exposed, which was a bit sticky in the hand. A slight sniff revealed a sweet smell.
The glands in her mouth secreted liquid. She opened the package, took a square piece of candy and put it into her mouth.
"Well..."
Zhou Ye narrowed his eyes, feeling the sweet taste.
"Give me a piece to try."
Ou Wu urged, Zhou Ye took out a small piece and put it aside.
"Stingy, you only give me this much for such a big package."
I muttered something and stuffed it into my mouth. It smelled of the special aroma of maltose. The fruit inside was crispy and the syrup on the outside was sticky and soft. It was very relaxing to chew. "Do you want to know who gave it to you?"
Aowu gave it away, but Zhou Ye just stuffed the whole bag into his arms, got into the wheelchair and walked into the snow, ignoring him.
"Hey, you don't want to know?"
"I know."
"Then who do you say it is?"
Zhou Ye ignored him again and couldn't wait to eat.
"Humph..."
The moans of dissatisfaction floated around Zhou Ye's head, and finally he simply lay on top of Zhou Ye's head, relying on his small soul body to tilt his head close to her ear.
"It's Jun Li, that big guy. He came to your door last night. Didn't you know?"
Zhou Ye continued to push his wheelchair, with no look of surprise on his face. When Aowu saw this, he realized that she must have guessed it. Now that he felt it was boring, he followed the narrative and asked.
"Does he like you?"
Zhou Ye was categorical.
"Yeah."
"Then do you like him?"
"I don't know."
"How can you not know if you like him or not? But he is too tall and strong, so he definitely doesn't fit your taste."
Aowu clearly knows that Zhou Ye likes people who are delicate and weak and can easily be pushed down. Look at the ones in front of them. They are either weak or disabled. Look at what Zhou Ye likes.
Looking back at this world, a strong person can crush a bear to death with his bare hands.
(End of chapter)