King Solomon's Road to Righteousness[Comprehensive]

"Okay, then there's no problem."

After Wuxiang tidied Jedidiah's scarf, he hugged him up.The five-year-old child was wrapped in a full set of cold-proof equipment like a ball, warm and soft, like a small stove.

"You can't run around when you're going outside."

He commanded the child in his arms.It's a pity that the other party has already been attracted by Xiaoxue outside, a pair of golden eyes stared straight out of the window, and didn't pay any attention to the heroic spirit who was holding him.

Wuxiang wasn't angry because he was neglected, he just hooked the corners of his mouth, adjusted Jedidia's hat again, then stepped forward, raised his hand, and opened the door leading to the outside.

Suddenly, a gust of icy wind and snow poured into the warm room, hitting the two of them squarely in the face.

Seeing this, the child exclaimed excitedly, and those already bright eyes became even brighter.

This is the first time Jedidiah has been led out of the room by Wuxiang since her resurrection.

Compared with the weird-sounding title of "Jedidiah", this child has a more well-known name-Solomon, and in the world of magicians, the honorable name of the ancient king of Israel is usually called Crowned with a special title - "Magic King".

The achievement of bringing the miracle that originally belonged to the domain of gods to the human world and popularizing it as magic is enough for this king to be remembered by future generations, and then become the crystallization of history—the kind called "Heroic Spirit" Immortality exists.

Heroic spirits usually appear in the most powerful form of a person, and the reason why Yedidiah now looks like a child with short arms and legs is because he is no longer the original heroic spirit who was upgraded from a human. It is King Solomon who died again with an "immortal" body in a disaster, and was resurrected by Wuxiang with magic.

"This is a snowflake."

Wuxiang held Yedidia with one hand, stretched out his other free hand to catch a piece of white debris that fell from the sky, and before the fragile ice crystal was melted by his body temperature, he hurriedly held it In front of the child in her arms.

"Although they are small, as long as there are enough of them, they can accumulate and become snow... Well, it is what we are now standing on."

"Snow?"

Jedidiah repeated: "Snow?"

"Yes."

Hearing the child's soft voice reading to him, Wuxiang unconsciously showed a soft expression. He kissed the child's rosy cheek as if rewarding him, and said with a smile, "Do you want to try making a snowman yourself?"

"snowman?"

"Correct."

So saying, he cast Jedidiah down to the ground.The child tried to walk two steps on the snow, turned his head, and followed his previous footprints back to Wuxiang's side.

"Don't run around!" Jedidia raised her head, staring at Wuxiang seriously.

The kid pretended to be serious and immediately made Wu Xiang laugh.

He half bent down, stretched out his hand and pinched the opponent's small face, then squatted down and began to scrape the snow.

"Just stand here and don't move."

Wuxiang rolled the snow at Yedidia's feet into snowballs, while gently separating the children who wanted to come forward to get a kick.

"Even if you wear gloves, you will still be cold, so just stand and watch me pile up."

Logically speaking, as a non-biological existence, Heroic Spirit would not feel cold, hunger or sleepiness.But I don’t know if there was something wrong with the original resurrection ceremony. Yedidia would come to Wuxiangqiu for a hug shivering because of fear of the cold, and would secretly kick the quilt while sleeping because of fear of the heat.

The problem of cold or heat is very easy to solve, but the fact that Jedidia would be hungry was something that Wu Xiang never thought of at the beginning.

After being bitten by Jedidiah who couldn't stop his instinct because of unbearable hunger for the first time, Wuxiang searched his residence very quickly, and was very disappointed to get the "own Heroic Seat" There is nothing edible on the ground" conclusion.

Fortunately, Yedidia's hunger only comes from his thirst for magic power, as long as he is fed with blood containing a high concentration of magic factor, his needs can be satisfied.

but……

Wu Xiang raised his hand and looked at the wound on his palm that had been opened again due to the cold of the ice and snow, and let out a bit of displeasure.

He flipped his palms and spread them flat upwards, allowing the magic power permeating in the air to adhere to the surface of his wound, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast Wu Xiang moved, one or two drops of red liquid still splashed out, leaving red spots on the snow-white ground.

He gave a soft "tsk", and reached out to dig up the blood-stained white snow, but was stopped by Jedidia in the middle of the road.

Wuxiang looked up at the other party, blinked his eyes, suddenly realized.

"Do you want magic power?"

As he said so, he stretched out his hand following the strength Jedidia had stopped him earlier, and showed his palm to the other party.

Wu Xiang's skin is very white, and the palm of his hand is even more radiant like a piece of jade.But such a fair complexion made the bloodstain across the skin even more shocking.

The young heroic spirit just half-kneeled on the ground, looking up at the white-haired child.

He watched Jedidiah stretch out a finger and poke lightly on his palm, then raised his eyes and shook his head at Wu Xiang.

"alright."

Wuxiang didn't intend to forcibly force the other party to absorb magic power, so he didn't continue talking about this topic.

He returned his attention to the half-squeezed snow balls earlier.

He wanted to continue making a bunny for Yedidia, but when he reached out to grab the snow again, the little child who had been obediently standing aside before suddenly stopped him.

Jedidiah had been wearing small gloves before, but he took them off by himself at this time.The child's little hand was very soft and warm, his fingertips touched the back of Wu Xiang's hand, then he opened his hand and tightly grasped one of Wu Xiang's fingers.

"It's cold."

He held it for a while, then let go, and then changed another finger to hold it.

Wu Xiang squatted there in a daze for a long time before he suddenly realized that the other party was trying hard to warm his hands.

"...It's okay, I'm not cold."

A word of relief lingered in Wuxiang's throat for a long time before he spat it out with difficulty.

Wuxiang gently broke away from Jedidiah's hand, took the glove that the child had stuffed in his pocket before, and coaxed him to put it on with a good voice.

"It can be heated up with a magic trick, but because it is necessary to build a snowman, the temperature is too hot and the snow will melt, so I..."

"go back."

Wu Xiang was a little surprised by Jedidiah's rare tough tone.

Are you worried that I will be cold?No, no, since it is Solomon, then how could it be...

Thinking of the cold and inorganic appearance of the other party in the past, Wuxiang hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at Yedidia's golden eyes, and asked tentatively:

"Are you feeling bored?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jedidiah shaking his head vigorously.

While the child continued to repeat "go back", he tried hard to pull Wu Xiang's hand, trying to pull him up from the snow.

Wu Xiang couldn't hold back the opponent, and was afraid that he would fall, so he had to follow Yedidia's strength and stand up.

He let the child hold his hand and lead him back in the snow.

Jedidiah struggled ahead.The snow was too deep, his legs were short, and every foot he stepped on was deeply sunk into the snow.Wu Xiang watched him walking too strenuously step by step, so he couldn't bear to pick up a handful and hugged him in his arms.

"Are you sure you want to go back?"

Wuxiang asked Jedidia again: "It's hard to come out once, why don't you play a little longer?"

Jedidia shook her head, opened her arms and hugged Wuxiang's neck.

"Cold." He said simply.

Wu Xiang felt a bit surprised and flustered by the child's answer.

"Did you wear too little clothes?"

He hastily touched the child's back, and then changed hands to pull the zipper of his coat, wanting to take off his coat and put it on for the other party.

"No."

Jedidia hugged Wuxiang tightly, held down his movements, and continued to urge: "Go back."

"Good good."

Seeing that the other party was so persistent, Wu Xiang didn't ask any more questions.

He just hugged the child in his arms a little tighter, quickened his pace, and turned back in the direction he came from.

Along the way, the two of them had a lot of snowflakes on their bodies, and when they entered the room again, those fragile ice crystals were immediately melted by the overly warm temperature.Wuxiang also didn't care about his hair soaked in snow, the first thing he did when he entered the house was to hurriedly take off Jedidiah's coat and change him into home clothes, lest the child would be hurt because of his body. wet clothes and caught a cold.

"Come on, hold a cup to warm your hands."

He fetched hot water and a dry towel, stuffed the small cup into Yedidia's hand, then walked around behind Jedidiah and began to use the towel to wipe off the snow particles stained on his long white hair bit by bit.

"Drink some hot tea if you feel cold."

While wiping the other party's hair, Wuxiang babbled like this: "For magic power... I will prepare it for you after I dry your hair."

"No more."

"Huh? What don't you want?"

Wuxiang kept moving his hands, and bent over to look at the opponent.

His eyes met Jedidiah's in an instant.

The child stared at him and said word by word: "Magic, I don't want it anymore."

"...What's wrong?"

Wuxiang was a little confused by Jedidiah's sudden statement: "Do you have any concerns?"

Jedidia didn't speak, but just shook her head, with a determined look in her eyes.

"but……"

Wu Xiang looked at the other party who suddenly became serious, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"You can't lack the intake of magic power now."

He frowned unconsciously.

When he was just resurrected, Jedidia could neither speak nor understand the words spoken by others. The elegance of the former wise king was gone, and he was almost a little beast that could only act on his own instinct.It was Wuxiang who checked his body and came to the conclusion of "extreme lack of magic". After pouring his own blood into the other party for many days, the child finally became clearer and began to learn to respond to Wuxiang's words. All kinds of questions, try to communicate with him as much as possible.

Obviously, Yedidia's abnormal state is caused by the lack of magic power, and if he is to completely grow into the posture of the former magic king Solomon, the intake of a large amount of magic power must be inevitable.

In order to bring the former Solomon back to the world, Wu Xiang had already prepared to donate blood for a long time, but this child suddenly went on a hunger strike at this stall?This is what he should do.

Thinking of this, Wuxiang squatted down in front of Yedidiah, so that his eyes were at the same level as the child sitting on the chair.

"Do you think blood tastes bad?"

He asked the other party: "Do you want me to do something with the blood?"

Jedidia continued to shake his head, he didn't say anything, just stretched out a hand to Wu Xiang.

Wuxiang blinked at the other party in a daze.

"what do you want?"

The child-like Heroic Spirit bent his fingers towards him.

"hand?"

Wuxiang tentatively passed his hand over, but was avoided by the other party.

Jedidia turned to point to Wuxiang's hand resting on his knee.

Wuxiang didn't know what the other party wanted to do at all, but he obediently switched hands and reached out.

The heating in the room has already warmed his icy hands that were frozen by the snow just now.He watched the child in front of him turn his hand over and put his hand on the scar on his palm.

Jedidia touched the wound that was already covered with scars, then slid upwards along Wuxiang's wrist, and lifted his sleeve up a little.

"You will hurt."

The child lightly brushed the mixed and unhealed wounds on Wuxiang's forearm, and quietly raised his eyes to look at Wuxiang with a complicated face.

He blinked his golden eyes, and said earnestly: "You will hurt. So, magic power, I don't want it."