I Am Not the Supreme God

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In ten years, it can turn a mortal into an ambitious careerist, and it can also let the careerist get rid of paranoia and fanaticism, and regain the long-lost ordinary mind.

Ten years may be just a drop in the ocean for the gods, but for humans, it is enough time for a person to change his face.

Bonnieville has a wrist, once her wrist is not used for imperial hegemony and competition, but all used for the well-being of the people under her command, the change will be earth-shaking.

The current pattern of the Blue Continent is the best proof.

Bonnieville is no longer an untouchable myth that sits high on the Pope’s chair alone. When the people are really free and willing to pursue their spiritual life and spend their good time, she, the Pope, can also learn from many dynasties. Get out of the matter.

Now she can only be seen in the palace of the Pope if it is a decision that is of great importance.

More often, Bonnieville likes to admire the thriving land and the sunset glow in his spare time on the ancient buildings along the coast of the blue continent after finishing a day of prayer.

It can also be seen from her behavior that letting go of the magical obsession is not purely pretentious, but really let go of a lot of things.

The warning given by Tang Chuan is definitely indispensable, but this can really be done, and it also shows that Bonnieville’s heart is truly powerful. She can pick up and put down anything, even if the process is definitely not as it seems. So easily.

However, in today's blue continent, who would assemble the strength at will to challenge her, the person gifted by the ancestral god, and the strongest person in this continent.

Everyone is rich in material and spirit, and at most they secretly complain about what the Pope has done before, but the admiration is also beyond words.

After all, putting them in the position of Master Pope is destined to be no better than her, and to let everything go.

The private activities and plans of the Lord Pope and the Minister of the Pope’s Palace have also been drawn out by many undocumented historians. Although the Pope’s Palace has never been recognized, it has inevitably become a lot of people's after-dinner talks.

Bonnieville once said that after her death, all secrets are no longer secrets. She dare to admit what she did is the solid heart that can stand between heaven and earth.

She hadn't died here, there was already such a trend, and Bonnieville herself knew about these things, but she had already expected it when she chose to do this.

But she has acted in Bonnieville all her life, so why would she be afraid of others pointing, and will never be criticized by the weak at her feet, touching the poor shame.

She was strong, and there was no need for others to talk about it, and this was also in full compliance with the man's guidance. Not only did she regain her original aspiration, but also let this original aspiration truly bloom in the blue continent.

Now she is still the sole master of the Blue Continent. She has never changed because of those whispers in the dark. The only thing that has changed is that everything she can see, including herself, is realizing a spiritual sublimation.

The sunset glow on the ancient buildings is as beautiful as ever, shining on the coastal city, so that everything is coated with a layer of light film, relaxing and cozy.

Bonnieville held his hand on the bluestone on the balcony of the ancient building, staring at the sunset at the end of the coastline, stretched his brows and bathed in the eternal light. It was a real treat.

She did not wear the iconic black dress, but a one-piece slim-fit, thousand-pleated floral dress. Her long hair was hastily gathered behind her head, and a few strands of green silk fluttered in her ears with the sea breeze.

She did not wear shoes, her bare feet did not touch the dust, the clean soles of her feet were in close contact with the ground, and there was a recliner behind her. Before the sun had set, she bathed in even more hot sunlight.

This is the hobby she came in. With this hobby, the skin is no longer as white as jade as before, but with an extra layer of wheat color, which looks healthy and agile.

Perhaps the only thing she felt sorry for now was that even though she had let go of the barriers of power, after the hobbies and aspirations that she once could not tolerate were let go, her leisurely life seemed to have added a touch of loneliness.

Yes, she is Bonnieville, once the planet, the sole ruler of all things in heaven and earth, the common people were born and attached to all things.

Even if you let go of your obsessions, no one can truly communicate with her with a normal heart. The ministers still have difficulty with her being cautious, and they also need to maintain a certain degree of majesty against them. Kumbana and Azik again It is never possible to become a true friend with her, she needs to be responsible to her people, and it is indispensable to calculate each other with those two.

very lonely.

This loneliness lingers, even in the middle of the night when there is no one, there is a growing trend.

She didn't want to admit that she was a woman, and she still needed someone with an ordinary heart to stay with her.

I just think that as a human, a gregarious species, it would be a shame if there is no one who can communicate with each other on an equal footing in his life.

And this person does not necessarily have to be a man, let alone a woman, but there should be anyway.

So in her free time, Bonnieville, in addition to enjoying time alone by herself, even sometimes, she will slightly change her makeup, walk into the folk tavern, participate in their party, and smooth out the loneliness~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Although the appearance of the pope has long been known to the world, everyone's influence still lingers on the portraits of the world, white skin wins snow, and black dress like a waterfall.

As a result, she has never been recognized after changing her makeup and wearing a little, plus her current wheaten skin.

That made her feel happy a few times, and she is like those lonely souls in the tavern, she can gather with similar dreams at any time, drink, and lively.

However, she is destined not to become the norm. At the dawn of the day, she will become the pope of the world again, as the sword bearer of dozens of kingdoms in the blue continent, dominating generously.

And those lonely souls in the tavern will not be alone forever. They have their own lives, relatives, friends, partners, and a lot of free time to feel the world.

But I can't do it myself, maybe this is because there are gains and losses.

As usual, Bonnieville, who was staring at the sunset, thought of the man again.

It's been ten years.

The earth has been turned upside down long ago, and neither the gods nor him have ever appeared.

I don't know if they are always above the sky, overlooking everything about us.

Maybe that thought is too blasphemous, but that man is the only existence that can communicate with himself on an equal footing and slander each other.

Although everything changed later, his status was supreme, and he couldn't even touch it at all.

But once, I seem to have indeed received the honor to touch with it.

Crunch~

The reclining chair behind him suddenly rang as if he had encountered something heavy.

"The smell of lavender."

Tang Chuan lay on the recliner and said with a sniff.

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