The air in the hall seemed to have stopped flowing.
Mountain and River Diagram is floating quietly in the air, with a faint green light flowing on the surface of the scroll. There is a virgin land that has not been completely assimilated by the way of heaven. It is the last private land left by Nuwa for herself, and it is also the examination room she uses to test Qin Feng.
Qin Feng didn't look at the picture.
His eyes were always fixed on Nuwa's face.
The saint's words just now were decisive, even with a poignant and all-or-nothing tone, as if he had bet all his grievances and unwillingness for hundreds of millions of years on the man in front of him.
If it were a few minutes ago, Qin Feng might have been thinking about how to deceive this superior goddess, how to complete the system's "containment mission", and at the same time, look awesome in front of Primordial World's sentient beings.
At that time, he looked at Nuwa as if he were looking at a rare treasure, a trophy that must be won.
That is the desire to conquer.
It is the most primitive desire of men for power and beauty.
But now, things have changed.
Seeing the fleeting blush in the corner of Nuwa's eyes, seeing her madness in using herself as a bargaining chip in order to escape the fate of being a puppet, a soft place in Qin Feng's heart was hit hard.
That pure desire to conquer, like snow under the scorching sun, quickly melted away and was replaced by a heaviness that had never been seen before.
There is also a kind of... pity.
This is Nuwa.
She is a being who created humans from clay and is called Human Race Saint Mother. She is the most noble goddess in this Primordial World world.
At this moment, she is like a canary locked in a golden cage. No matter how gorgeous the feathers are, no matter how beautiful the cry is, they can't cover up the invisible chain on her feet.
What she wants is not a powerful Dao Companion.
Nor is he a partner who can be on an equal footing with her.
What she wants is a key.
A key that can open this damn heavenly prison and allow her to cry, laugh, and breathe freely like a real person.
"This system is a piece of shit, so this is what you call a 'backer'?"
Qin Feng laughed at himself in his heart.
The so-called backer does not just stand in front of women to protect them from wind and rain and solve their troubles.
The real supporter is to help them break the shackles that restrict their destiny and let them live the way they want.
This is the ultimate meaning of "goddess patron".
"What?"
Seeing that Qin Feng was silent for a long time, the light in Nuwa's eyes dimmed slightly. She subconsciously wanted to take back the hand hanging in the air, and her voice returned to its usual cold tone.
"Qin Alliance Leader Are you afraid?"
"Yes, this is going against heaven and earth. It is to completely break up with this world..."
The words are not finished yet.
A warm big hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand that wanted to retreat.
Immediately afterwards.
A strong force came, and Nuwa staggered forward uncontrollably, and once again ran into the embrace full of aggression.
Just this time.
The frivolity and teasing just now were gone in that embrace, only a sense of security as thick as a mountain remained.
"Afraid?"
Qin Feng lowered his head and looked at the beautiful face so close in his arms, with an arrogant curve at the corner of his mouth.
"I, Qin Feng, have never known how to write the word 'death' in my entire life, so how can I know what fear is?"
"I was just thinking about one thing."
He released his hand around Nuwa's waist, but did not retreat. Instead, he slowly raised his hand, and with a hint of trembling, his slender fingers gently touched Nuwa's cheek.
This action is very bold.
It was even more transcendent than the hug just now.
In Primordial World, no one dares to touch the saint's face like this. This represents an extreme form of blasphemy and a trampling on the divine right.
Nuwa's body stiffened suddenly, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, wanting to mobilize his holy power to knock this ignorant man away.
But the moment the fingertips touch the skin.
She stopped.
There was no trace of lust in those fingertips, no disgusting greasiness.
There is only a kind of careful care, like wiping a piece of porcelain that has been covered with dust for a long time, or like caressing a child who has been wronged but is trying not to cry.
"I understand your troubles."
Qin Feng's voice was very soft, but every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Nuwa's heart hard.
"The way of heaven can bind you and turn you into an emotionless symbol because you were born within it. Your roots, your source, and even every trace of your Magic Power are engraved with its imprint."
"But that doesn't mean it's invincible."
Fingers slid down her cheeks and gently lifted Nuwa's smooth chin, forcing her to raise her head and look directly into her eyes.
"It can lock you because it is the owner of this house."
"And I..."
Qin Feng's eyes erupted with two breathtaking gleams, which were the self-confidence of the time traveler and the confidence of the system host.
"I am not a tenant of this house."
"I am the violent construction team with sledgehammers who come specifically to demolish buildings."
"I'm outside it."
The hall fell into silence again.
Nuwa stared blankly at Qin Feng, looking at himself reflected in those dark eyes.
No one had ever said such a thing to her.
Hongjun said to follow the way of heaven, Three Pure Ones said to follow the trend, even those Great Powers can only live like a shrunken turtle in front of this huge system.
There is only this man in front of me.
He said he was here for demolition.
This metaphor is very vulgar, very uneducated, and even has the air of a gangster.
But to Nuwa's ears, it sounds more beautiful than any great mantra in the world, and makes people's blood boil.
"You..."
Nuwa opened his mouth, but his voice was choked.
"I can help you cut off these chains."
Qin Feng interrupted her, and her eyes became more serious than ever before. It was something called "promise" that silently condensed at the intersection of their eyes.
"Not just for the bet, and not just for the person who gets you."
"But to let you..."
"The real Nuwa."
"You can love your human race as you wish, pursue your own path, and live the life you want."
Having said this, Qin Feng laughed.
The smile no longer contained the usual cynicism, but instead had a hint of warmth.
"Even if you want to play mahjong every day in the Wa Palace, even if you want to have a vigorous love affair in the mortal world, even if you want to poke a hole in this day..."
"As long as you're happy."
"I'll build this ladder for you."
"I'll pass this knife to you."
Boom--!
Nuwa felt a roar in his mind, as if something was broken.
That's defensiveness.
As a saint, it was the last line of defense she had built in hundreds of millions of years of loneliness. At this moment, it was shattered to pieces by these love words that seemed plain but were actually extremely overbearing.
She looked at Qin Feng.
Looking at this man who only has the cultivation level of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, but he dares to brazenly say that he will change the fate of the saint for the sake of heaven.
If anyone else had said this, she would have slapped him to death.
But this person is Qin Feng.
It was the variable that played Nezha like a ball, used Long Ji like a maid, and turned the whole Primordial World upside down.
Don't know why.
She believed it.
I believed it without reservation.
"Okay."
Nuwa took a deep breath and smiled again on his face.
This time, the smile no longer carries the kind of insight into the vicissitudes of the world, nor does it no longer carry the aloofness of a saint.
Rather, it is as charming and bright as a little girl, like the first flower after the ice and snow melt, breathtakingly beautiful.
She took the initiative to reach out and took Qin Feng's big hand that was still on her chin, and rubbed her face hard, like a lazy cat trying to please its owner.
"I'll wait for you."
"Whether it's three days or thirty thousand years."
"I've been waiting for you to take me out of this cage."
Qin Feng Feeling the warmth, softness and moisture in the palm of his hand, the heroic spirit suddenly arises in his heart.
Now that all the awesome stuff has been blown out.
If you can't do it, wouldn't you have to lose your face to grandma's house?
"It won't take thirty thousand years."
Qin Feng took back his hand and turned to look at the Mountain and River Diagram suspended in mid-air. The tenderness in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a kind of concentration and fanaticism called "director".
"Three days."
"Only three days."
"I will give you, and I will give this Primordial World, an unprecedented drama."
Finished.
He no longer hesitated, and with one step, his whole body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed towards the unfolded picture without hesitation.
Since the script in this real world is so bad.
Then start from this virtual world and straighten this crooked building bit by bit!
Buzz--!
As Qin Feng's figure disappeared into the picture, Mountain and River Diagram trembled suddenly and burst into light.
The originally calm surface of the scroll began to fluctuate violently.
Mountains and rivers shift and rivers change their course.
The small world that originally ran on its own according to the rules of heaven began to undergo earth-shaking changes with the invasion of this "virus".
Nuwa stood in the center of the hall, looking at the radiant picture scroll, and at the tiny figure falling rapidly from the world in the picture.
She raised her hand and gently touched the cheek that had just been touched by Qin Feng.
His body temperature seemed to still be there.
"Partner..."
Nuwa murmured softly, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Qin Feng, don't let me down."
"This is the first and last time that I have put my wealth and life on a man."
At this time.
Within Mountain and River Diagram.
This is a barbaric land that has not yet been civilized. The human race still eats raw hair and drinks blood, and the monster race is still rampant. Everything is like a replica of the early days of Primordial World.
The figure of Qin Feng appeared on the top of a mountain towering into the clouds.
He looked down at the vast land beneath his feet and felt the fluctuations of laws here that were completely different from Primordial World.
There is no way of heaven here.
In other words, the "way of heaven" here is still blank.
It is a drawing board that can be painted on at will by the holder.
"New script..."
Qin Feng squinted his eyes, and the folder named "Goddess Strategy Plan" in his mind was temporarily closed, replaced by another more ambitious and crazy idea.
"The system is working."
He called out in his mind.
[Ding! It is detected that the host is in the special space 'Mountain and River Diagram', and the current space rules are temporarily taken over by the host authorized by Saint Nuwa.]
[Host intent detected: rewrite the course of civilization.]
[Please host to choose the script mode: A. Long Aotian's struggle for supremacy; B. Farming infrastructure flow; C. Useless materials to break off the engagement; D...]
Looking at the rows of familiar Internet writing routines popping up in front of him, Qin Feng curled his lips in disdain.
"The layout is too small."
"Since I want to show Nuwa something new, I want to shock the saint whose face has been spoiled."
"Then you have to get something that Primordial World absolutely doesn't have."
Qin Feng Take a deep breath and open your arms, as if you want to embrace this primitive world.
"These old routines will only make her feel bored."
"What I want to show her is a kind of shock called 'man can conquer nature'."
"Mortals don't have to kneel down to worship gods and Buddhas, but they can rely on wisdom and steel to trample those high-ranking immortals and demons under their feet..."
Qin Feng The corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing his white teeth, and he smiled like a big devil who was about to destroy the world.
"Technological Immortal Cultivation Stream!"