Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 357: Drizzle and Lonely Shadow Waiting for Your Return

It was drizzling, and Molly walked slowly out of the high-speed rail station holding a lavender umbrella.

She was wearing a slim long dress, her hair was carefully styled, and her face was lightly made up. She looked both elegant and lonely.

There was a hint of anticipation and anxiety in her eyes, as if she was waiting for an important appointment.

The air outside the high-speed rail station was a little chilly, and the raindrops gently hit the umbrella, making a rustling sound.

Molly's steps were a little slow as she walked through the crowd and headed towards the bus stop not far away.

Every time she looked down at her phone, she didn't receive the expected message, and a sense of loss gradually arose in her heart.

There were not many people on the platform, so Molly found an empty spot and waited quietly.

As the buses passed by, her mood became more and more complicated.

She looked up at the street in the distance, silently repeating the other person's name in her heart, hoping to see a familiar figure.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Molly's umbrella was wet by the rain, but she still stood there firmly.

Finally, a bus slowly drove into the platform. Molly took a deep breath and stepped onto the bus.

There were not many people in the carriage, so Molly chose the second-to-last window seat in a row.

The raindrops on the car window gathered into a stream and slid down the glass.

She looked through the blurry window at the rainy scene outside, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and expectation.

The bus started slowly, the scenery outside the window kept receding, but Molly's mind seemed to be in another world.

She recalled every little detail of her time with Baili Pang'er, and those warm moments and sweet times seemed like they happened just yesterday.

Her fingers gently stroked the umbrella handle, feeling the familiar warmth, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a faint air flow from behind her, as if someone was approaching gently.

Molly's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. She turned her head nervously, but saw only an empty seat.

She frowned slightly and was about to turn around when she heard a familiar voice whisper in her ear: "You've been waiting for so long, are you tired?"

These words hit her heart like a heavy hammer.

Molly's eyes lit up instantly. She turned her head sharply, but only saw blurry raindrops outside the car window.

A strong premonition arose in her heart, as if something important was about to happen.

Inside the carriage, a fat man wearing a Zhu Bajie mask sat quietly in the back seat behind Molly.

His eyes were as gentle as water, fixed on Molly's back.

He moved gently, like a nimble panda, and carefully took out a amulet from Molly's bag.

There were a few tiny words engraved on the talisman, which reflected a faint light in the dim carriage.

The fat man looked at those words with an even more complicated expression, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

He smiled slightly and quietly put the talisman back to its original place. Molly was completely unaware of the whole process.

The fat man kept staring at Molly until the bus arrived at the station. Molly got up and got off the bus, and her figure disappeared in the rain.

The fat man then leaned back in his chair with a sense of relief, and looked out the window through the holes in his mask with a complicated look.

As soon as Moli'er got off the car, she heard a low voice behind her: "Little sister, there seems to be something wrong with your bag."

She subconsciously turned around and saw the fat man wearing a Zhu Bajie mask pointing at her bag with a slightly teasing tone.

Before she could react, the bus slowly drove away from the platform, leaving her standing there in a daze.

Molly opened her bag with a puzzled look on her face, fumbled around, and found the familiar amulet.

She took it out and looked at the words on it, her eyes changing from confusion to a hint of shock.

She felt mixed emotions and had no idea what was going on.

In the back seat of the bus, the fat man took off his mask, revealing Baili Panger's face.

He looked out the window with a lonely expression, and the raindrops flowed across his face like two lines of silent tears.

"Fatty, what are you talking about? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Wu Hen sat next to Baili Pang'er as usual, with a hint of gloating in his tone.

In his hand, he was playing with a "fart smoke bomb" that he had just pulled out of the system, and it was making strange hissing sounds.

Lin Qiye closed his eyes and rested, as if he was indifferent to all this.

Baili Pang'er sighed and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Some things can't be done just by thinking about them. I can't give her happiness now. I'll talk to her when I'm strong enough."

His voice was low, with a hint of helplessness and sadness, completely different from the funny guy just now.

Wu Hen curled his lips and wanted to continue teasing, but Lin Qiye opened his eyes and interrupted him.

"Stop making a fuss. Everyone has their own choice. Let's go."

Fatty Baili looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside the window, his expression becoming determined. He clenched his fists, "Yes! I want to become stronger!"

At this moment, Baili Pang'er suddenly pushed open the door of the villa. Before he could see the situation inside,

Then I heard a familiar voice with a gossipy tone: "Hey, Fatty Baili, where have you been hanging out again?"

Then, Galan'er's figure came into his sight.