He’s Super Sticky

Chaos Peak is the highest point of the God Realm and the place where Mo Yuan was born.

Mo Yuan couldn't remember how long he lived. He only knew that he was born immortal, and he was born to be the master of the world.

When he was born, the world was in chaos, and everywhere was white. Except for him, there was no life in the world.

So he raised his hand, created three thousand worlds with chaos, and left the fire of life in the three thousand worlds. Gradually, the three thousand worlds have life, plants, animals, and similar appearances to him. Of humans.

He watched the world created by him still have life, and there was a ripple in his heart.

It was very light, very light, so light that it could almost make him ignore it.

He began to feel novel.

Because of this novelty, he has a little heart for the three thousand worlds he created.

Gradually, these worlds gradually produced rules, and each world has a set of survival rules that conform to its world.

And each life in these worlds is composing its own wonderful story.

The only difference is that as the creator, his life is still as plain as water.

Every day, he would wake up at his birthplace-the pinnacle of chaos, and then silently watch the story of every life in every world.

Those human beings created by him have seven emotions and six desires that he does not understand, and these seven emotions and six desires constitute their different personalities and different lives.

The joys and sorrows are played out in different forms in each world.

Those emotions such as laughter, tears, anger, jealousy, etc. are so vivid.

But Mo Yuan's heart was still as calm as water.

Even looking at the most tragic story in Three Thousand Worlds, he still couldn't move him.

He was born without feelings.

Perhaps, he doesn't understand feelings.

Waking up on the top of the Chaos for thousands of years, Mo Yuan, who had always been devoid of emotions, suddenly felt a sense of confusion, so he waved his sleeves, randomly selected a world among the three thousand worlds, and turned into a white light and plunged into it. .

This is not the first time Mo Yuan has left the pinnacle of chaos and entered the Three Thousand World.

As usual, he walked leisurely among the crowd, walking slowly, with a pair of golden eyes as if he was carefully observing the world he was in, and he seemed to see nothing in his eyes.

The men and women coming and going on the street, as well as the whistling of cars, Mo Yuan was interspersed among the crowd, still wearing his black robes transformed from chaos as a deity.

There are complicated golden lines flowing on the black robes. These golden lines seem to be alive. Every glance at the past is a different shape and position from the previous second.

No one in the crowd on the street noticed that Mo Yuan was dressed completely differently from them, as if there was no Mo Yuan in the crowd, but when they were approaching Mo Yuan, they would spontaneously spontaneously again. Avoid.

Where the ink source passes, a vacuum bag is automatically formed within one meter of the whole body.

No one finds it strange.

Not far away is a small square for people to rest. The gorgeous musical fountain attracts the eyes of the passing crowd. A group of children are chasing around the musical fountain, and the clear laughter of the children resounds around.

Mo Yuan glanced casually, with a rare fascination.

He found an unmanned bench and sat down, and a pair of golden eyes fell on the group of chasing children.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, an impulse hit Mo Yuan's leg, and then a pair of soft hands pressed on his thigh.

The unfamiliar touch made Mo Yuan retract his gaze and threw it onto the child who was supporting his thigh.

The child's lips are red and white, and his big watery eyes are clean and thorough. The fleshy cheeks are just as cute as the dolls of the New Year.

"Huh?" The child met Mo Yuan's gaze as soon as he raised his head. He blinked and stood on his toes curiously, reaching out to touch Mo Yuan's eyes.

"Uncle, your eyes are so beautiful."

"The golden one!"

The soft and excited voice fell in Mo Yuan's ears, making him frowned.

This kid...

Can see the color of his eyes.

Although Mo Yuan hadn't changed his attire, he had cast an illusion all over his body. If a human being cast his gaze on him, he would only see the same appearance and appearance as ordinary people.

But now this New Year picture doll-like child can pay attention to his golden eyes at a glance.

Mo Yuan calmly injected the power of chaos into the child's body for investigation.

The results of the check made him slightly stunned.

It's black chaos.

Mo Yuan was born in chaos, no one knows the power of chaos better than him.

The power of chaos is not black and white, but since Moyuan created the three thousand worlds, the negative emotions produced by countless lives in the three thousand worlds have affected the power of chaos, and some of the power of chaos has been polluted, resulting in black chaos.

The Black Chaos inherited all the inferior desires of mankind, such as greed, jealousy, arrogance, lust, etc.

Hei Chao, who inherited these, has the desire to take the ink source and replace it, and wants to become the master of the world.

It began to hibernate before Mo Yuan was aware of it, but it was driven by a huge desire. Before it had the ability to fight Mo Yuan, it arrogantly thought that it could get rid of Mo Yuan, and was finally wiped out easily by Mo Yuan. And Mo Yuan also noticed the existence of Black Chaos.

Black Chaos is not a threat to Mo Yuan. He just takes a little time within a period of time to eliminate the accumulated Black Chaos, but Mo Yuan did not expect that he will find it in a small world in the three thousand worlds. A child composed of a black chaotic energy.

Mo Yuan, who has always been on business, subconsciously wanted to erase this child.

If he ignores it, in the future, when this child grows up, the dark chaotic power in his body will probably explode, and this small world will no longer exist.

But without waiting for Mo Yuan to make a move, the little doll smiled and drew a hand in his pocket, and then took out a golden package of chocolate.

He looked at the chocolate in his chubby hand, bit his lip entangled and reluctantly, and then solemnly stuffed the chocolate into Mo Yuan's palm.

"Uncle, it's the same as your eyes. I will give it to you. Your eyes will make me feel good." Little Wawa is too short, even if Mo Yuan is sitting on a bench, even if she is cushioned. On the tip of his toes, the little man who was less than one meter from the little baby still couldn't touch Mo Yuan's eyes.

Those golden eyes were so beautiful, like the sun, the little doll couldn't help but want to touch them the first time she saw such eyes.

It's as interesting as touching the sun.

Because of this, Xiaowawa was willing to contribute his only chocolate today.

Last time he ate too much sugar and had a toothache. Since then, his candies have been restricted by his parents and he can only eat one a day. This is an inhuman torment for him who loves sweets, but his parents are too fierce. Obediently there is not even a candy, the little baby can only save a little bit of food every day, and this chocolate is the only ration left, he originally planned to eat it before going to bed today, so that after waking up, he will have another candy. It's like eating two candies in a row.

But now that he wants to touch the sun, he can only reluctantly give up.

My mother said that things should be exchanged for equal value, and precious things should also be exchanged for precious things.

The sun in Uncle's eyes must be precious, so he can only exchange it with his most precious chocolate.

Really reluctant.

Little Wawa's eyes fell on the chocolate in Mo Yuan's palm, filled with dismay.

He polished this chocolate for a long time before his mother agreed to buy it for him.

This was the first time that Mo Yuan received a gift, and he was a little surprised for a while.

The desire to eliminate the black chaos was temporarily put on hold.

He stared at the golden-packaged chocolate in his hand with something strange.

Little Wawa was a little anxious when she saw that Mo Yuan didn't move and didn't speak.

This is the most precious thing on his body.

He was afraid that Mo Yuan would not agree, so he grabbed Mo Yuan's hand with his small paws, making three strokes and dividing by two, and his movements were particularly skilled. He removed the chocolate wrapping paper in the palm of Mo Yuan's palm, revealing the dark face inside.

He grabbed the chocolate, looked up at Mo Yuan's big man, then gritted his teeth, climbed onto Mo Yuan's knees, climbed onto Mo Yuan's legs, and handed the chocolate to Mo Yuan's mouth by the height of Mo Yuan's legs.

"Uncle, you can taste it, it's sweet and delicious." The little doll coveted watching the chocolate in his hand and swallowed hard, but in order to touch the sun, he tried hard to resist the temptation of chocolate to him.

This was the first time someone was so close to him, the first time someone climbed onto him, and the first time someone fed him food.

Mo Yuan's calm heart was rippled because of the little doll's continuous actions.

Inexplicably, he did not drive the little doll down to his knees, but let the little doll kneel on his lap, supporting his chest with one hand, and let the little doll feed the chocolate to his lips.

"Uncle, it's very sweet and sweet." Little Wawa was afraid that he would be spitting water, and urged Mo Yuan to eat quickly. He was about to lose control of the flood of saliva in his mouth.

The drooling child is not pretty at all.

Mom said that he is the best-looking, beloved and cleanest baby.

He must not drool.

So, uncle, hurry up and eat.

Little Wawa was looking forward to it, distressed and coveted.

Under the gaze of Little Wawa, he who had always been uninterested in human food opened his mouth fascinatingly, and lightly took a bite of dark chocolate.

There is a slight bitterness, but more sweet and greasy.

Mo Yuan didn't like it, but strangely, because of this sip of chocolate, his mood became a little happy.

Seeing Mo Yuan ate the chocolate, the little doll was happy. He put the remaining chocolate back into Mo Yuan’s palm, staring at Mo Yuan’s golden eyes, and said happily: "Uncle, you ate my candy. , Let me touch my eyes."

Mo Yuan, who was suspected of being bought by the chocolate, nodded his head, and lowered his head slightly, so that the little baby could touch it without so much effort.

The soft and warm hands covered Mo Yuan's eyelids, and Mo Yuan jumped his eyelids a little uncomfortably. He had never been so close to people or living things.

Today, this little baby made him an exception step by step, but he did not reject or dislike it at all.

"Wow." The little doll exclaimed, full of admiration and surprise: "Uncle, there is really the sun in your eyes,"

Sun?

"You're so amazing, uncle." Little Wawa praised, and then retracted her hand reluctantly.

Mo Yuan was a little confused.

He asked: "Don't touch it?"

Little Wawa opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Uncle, can I still touch it again?"

The little doll who only wanted to touch her eyes with chocolate, her happy eyes lit up.

After asking, Mo Yuan, who was a little strange about his state, saw the bright eyes of the little doll, and once again nodded in a ghostly manner.

Only then did the sense of touch come back again, Mo Yuan miraculously developed that he somewhat liked the little doll's touch with him.

Black Chaos is of the same origin with him, and perhaps this is the reason why he will not reject it.

Mo Yuan thought so.

The touch on the eyelids soon disappeared again, and Mo Yuan looked at the little baby.

Little Wawa looked back and said to Mo Yuan with a bit of reluctance: "Uncle, I am going home for dinner, my grandma is coming to me."

Mo Yuan followed the little doll's gaze and saw a gray-haired grandmother waving at the little doll with a cane.

"Uncle, will you come here tomorrow? I'll bring you sweets, delicious sweets." Little Wawa became extraordinarily generous this time, because the uncle just asked him to touch the little sun more, and Uncle feels so comfortable holding him.

Mo Yuan nodded in response to Xiaowa's expectant eyes.

Black Chaos shouldn't exist in the small world, since this little baby is going to disappear, might as well satisfy his last wish.

Mo Yuan, who was thinking about it this way, didn't realize that he had become more kind when he was cold and merciless when dealing with the black chaos in the past. Obviously in the past, even if those dark chaos gave birth to sage, he was ruthlessly eliminated directly.

"Yeah!" The little doll cheered, and then suddenly hugged Mo Yuan's head and quickly took a bite on Mo Yuan's face. Finally, he jumped off Mo Yuan's thigh numbly, and ran to grandma while looking back. Ink source: "Uncle, we will see you tomorrow."

It wasn't until Xiaowa and grandma disappeared in the square holding hands that Mo Yuan looked back.

The next day, Mo Yuan came to the square again as scheduled, still sitting on the bench yesterday.

Before the little baby came, Mo Yuan was sitting there waiting.

During the waiting time, you unexpectedly remembered the time you got along with the little baby yesterday.

He looked up at the red sun in the sky, and then reached out to touch his eyes.

"The sun?" he murmured.

Until sunset, Mo Yuan did not wait for the appearance of the little doll.

He touched his eyes and stood up slowly, preparing to cast a spell to find the little baby.

No matter what, Black Chaos must not stay in this small world.

Not far away, the sound of an ambulance came, and then drove across the road next to the small square and drove into the community next to the square.

The tracing technique was completed at the same time, Mo Yuan closed his eyes, and the little doll crawling on him yesterday appeared in front of him with blood in his brain.

Little Wawa’s head is full of scary red blood. His face is pale, like a rag doll lying under a floor in the community. His closed eyes and a calm and non-undulating chest indicate that Little Wawa is gone. Symbol of life.

Beside the little baby, there is a broken flowerbed stained with blood, and the sad and weeping faces of a man and a woman who had a relationship with the old woman yesterday.

The ambulance that had just passed by stopped beside them, and the medical staff pupa out of the ambulance and squeezed away to watch the lively and moaning crowd.

Mo Yuan's hand stopped.

The next second, his figure flashed and appeared next to the little doll.

No matter it was the sad little doll family, the lively life or the medical staff, no one noticed the sudden appearance of Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan lowered his eyes, and his golden eyes looked at the little doll lying on the ground calmly. His gaze passed from the little doll's blood-filled head, and finally stayed on the palm of the little doll's tightly holding hands.

Little Wawa's hands were so small that she couldn't hold big things at all. Mo Yuan glanced over and saw a golden package of chocolate that she was holding tightly in her hand.

It's exactly the same as the one that Xiaohua fed him yesterday.

"Uncle, it is the same as your eyes. I will give it to you. Will your eyes be touched by me?"

Little Wawa's voice is still in her ears.

The Moyuan ghost envoy fascinated the little doll using the method of retracing time.

The little doll, who has been looking forward to seeing his uncle again, was picked up by his grandmother from the nursery. He excitedly put down his little schoolbag and took the chocolate his mother gave him today. Grandma had a meal together, and then she was able to go out of the house holding hands with her grandma.

Just walking downstairs, there was a sudden sound on his head, and the little doll looked up curiously, and saw a big flowerpot falling from the top.

He subconsciously pushed away the ignorant grandma, and then there was a flower in front of him, and he was no longer conscious.

The spell dissipated.

Mo Yuan looked at the little doll, stepped forward, squatted down beside her, he looked at the candy in the little doll's hand, and finally stretched out his hand to take out the candy.

The golden shell was peeled off, revealing the black chocolate inside. Mo Yuan took the chocolate and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and greasy taste is the same as yesterday.

Mo Yuan swallowed it expressionlessly, and then unfolded the golden package, with his finger at the center of the little doll's brow, a wisp of white soul was packed into the package.

That is the soul of the little doll that has not yet dispersed.

Top of Chaos.

Mo Yuan wrapped the little doll's soul with the power of chaos, and carefully extracted the dark and chaotic power from the little doll's soul.

Xu has been lonely for a long time, and Mo Yuan suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting someone to accompany him.

He erased Little Wawa's memory in the small world and retained her character, and then he did not hesitate to split his soul in half and infused it into her soul.

Ten thousand years later, under the care of Mo Yuan, a new life was born on the top of Chaos.