Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 219 The Land of the Gods 12
Si Zhuo lowered her eyes and did not move.

The proprietress of the dumpling shop dipped a little blood in her hands trembling like dipping the dumplings in chili sauce.

She was like the man in sackcloth before.

Healed in an instant and recovered as before.

But there was no joy on her face, she looked at Si Zhuo for a while, opened her mouth, and finally disappeared into the dense crowd without saying anything.

The blood on Si Zhuo's body stained her robe red.

Drops of blood dripped on the ground, and coquettish flowers bloomed.

"High priest, look, this is the person you are desperately protecting. When you are happy, you are happy to push you to the altar. When you are unhappy, you can be pulled down from the altar in an instant."

"You are a god or a demon, it doesn't matter to them..."

"What matters is whether it's valuable."

The young man took out a clean and white embroidered handkerchief, gently wiped the blood on her arm, his movements seemed to be extremely compassionate and gentle, and then threw the embroidered handkerchief away at will.

Soon there is a group of people.

Like a hungry wolf snatching the blood-stained embroidered handkerchief.

In the end, the victor keeps it in his mouth.

Sucking, the blood on it.

Around Si Zhuo, there seemed to be countless tigers and wolves surrounded, their eyes were full of desire and greed, like wild animals, only the most primitive desire/desire for survival and food.

"They selectively..."

"Forget what you have paid."

"They only need a reason, and they can slaughter you for their own benefit..."

"High Priest, what do you think, such a group of people..."

"Is it really worth protecting?"

Si Zhuo still didn't move, the power in her hand was continuously sent to the barrier, she didn't seem to hear what the boy said, standing there forever like a god statue.

The boy stood beside her with a smile.

His gaze was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, but he watched the absurd and cruel things happening in front of him coldly.

The people around saw that Si Zhuo didn't move.

He became more and more courageous.

Those who couldn't pass that hurdle would only take the blood dripping from the ground, or the blood from the hem of her clothes.

And the wounds on her body will eventually heal.

Someone would always stab a dagger into her body without hesitation.

The dagger was stained with blood.

There was new blood coming out of her.

Blood gurgles.

Her strength is also continuously output.

It seems to be endless.

The young man didn't mind her ignoring, his eyes were stained with tender pity, he approached her and whispered, "High Priest, why bother?"

"You didn't deserve this pain..."

"For a group of ungrateful and selfish people, it's really not worth suffering these crimes..."

"You have the compassion of gods and Buddhas in your heart."

"But it doesn't make any sense at all. Whether it's a god or a devil depends entirely on the judgment of others. If others are satisfied, you are a god. If others are not satisfied, no matter how much you pay, you will be pulled down from the altar..."

"so……"

The young man slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to pull up a lock of hair from the corner of her temple, but Si Zhuo opened it with one hand.

Si Zhuo finally looked back at him.

His eyes were dark and cold.

The young man smiled, not caring about her indifference, and then said the unfinished words, "So, high priest, why are you obsessed with becoming a god?"

"You are a devil in your bones."

"Why do you torture yourself like this?"

The boy's voice was demagogic.

Si Zhuo's eyes seemed to be dazed for a moment. She was originally extremely determined to be her patron saint, but she always felt that there were one hand after another around her.

To push her into the abyss.

These hands belonged to the believers she guarded.

Why bother, what's the point?

She put herself on the throne of a god, doing things that only a god would do, how pretentious she is, and how selfless she is.

But she wasn't a god in the first place.

She is also an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who wants to live a good life.

It was only later that she saw too much suffering, and the compassion that arose in her heart made her unable to bear it. She hoped that more people would not suffer those sufferings and live a good life like her.

She didn't think she was a devil in her bones.

But he knew that he was not born a god.

She was not born to dedicate everything to thousands of people who have nothing to do with her.

I'm sorry for these people, if it wasn't for her, this world would have been annihilated in the vast universe long ago.

But these things have passed for so long.

Except for history, no one cares to remember it.

"High Priest, it's not worth it..."

"Really, it's not worth it..."

"High Priest, your strength is extraordinary, you should be admired by others, and you should be grateful for your random charity. You have paid too much..."

"No one will remember what you did..."

"Everyone takes it for granted."

The young man's voice was gentle and bewitching, he whispered in her ear like a lover's whisper, full of pity everywhere.

"Look at these people now..."

"Isn't it a living example?"

"Didn't they just find an excuse now, and take it for granted to hurt you to achieve the purpose of keeping themselves alive?"

"They're just a bunch of selfish maggots."

"High Priest, they are not worthy of your protection..."

Si Zhuo's figure swayed, her face was a little pale, at this time another person stabbed the dagger into her body.

She turned around slowly.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces around him.

There are timid vendors on the street, and Si Zhuo has easily dealt with the bullies who bullied them...

There is a poor girl who can't sell flowers, and Si Zhuo once bought her flowers that were about to wilt...

A child who wanted to eat sweets once called her "sister" sweetly, and she smiled and bought candy and knelt down and handed it to him...

She had had boundless enthusiasm.

To love these strangers.

For thousands of years.

Regardless of difficulty and peace, it has never changed.

"You are so kind to them, but they never take it to heart. As soon as disaster strikes, they can easily leave you behind. How can such a group of people deserve to have a patron saint?"

"High Priest, you have been doing very well."

"They gave up on you..."

The young man stared at her tenderly, "Since they have already given up on you, why do you insist on it?"

"It's better to return to the real you."

"Take off the shackles of gods and Buddhas they put on you, be a person who makes yourself comfortable and happy, and let go of these useless efforts..."

"Give up those who give up on you..."

"Do something more meaningful..."

"High Priest, do you know?"

The young man suddenly stood in front of her, saluted with his hands on his heart, with a devout and respectful expression, the flying insects in the sky were silent for a moment, as if they were willing to follow her lead.

"You were born to be king..."

"As long as you think, all the gods in the sky can only look up to your boundless power."

"As long as you think about it, the God Realm will crawl under your feet."

"Whether it is a god or a demon, the winner has the final say. As long as you step on the God Realm under your feet, you are..."

"The only god in the three thousand worlds."

"All living beings can only rely on your light."

　Which one is better at fooling around and brainwashing, look for it in the place where the gods left...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)