Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Tongliao is very tired, very tired. Although Song Zhixun suddenly disappeared these days, the ancestral hall is still going on. The two guys, Li Xuxin and Fan Yi, took turns to put pressure on him. After all, when food is so precious, Being able to get free food has almost broken the threshold of all the ancestral halls of the Rasteri Palace.

Although he couldn't know the outside situation, he could tell that the wood that Fan Yi kept sending out was either being renovated or expanded.

Although he couldn't see it, according to Li Xuxin, the light of faith is now everywhere in their air.

Cooking various amounts of food every day has almost exhausted his physical strength, and Issel's men were assigned to help, but the supply was still in short supply.

"Where did Song Zhixun go?" Many people were asking this question but there was no definite answer until...

"Tongliao, open the door, open the door quickly, open the door! Hurry up!" His door was knocked with a bang, and the momentum was almost as if he wanted to tear down his door directly.

He was familiar with this voice. When he opened the door, he saw Song Zhixun's anxious face.

"You...you are back, big night..."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up to cook."

"what?"

"Isn't your job to cook? Hurry up and cook something that a one-year-old child can eat, right now." Song Zhixun reached out and pulled Tong Liao, who was in pajamas, to the kitchen.

"One year old?" Noticing Song Zhixun's other hand was sitting on a child he had never seen before, the child was choking up while crying, his big eyes were filled with tears, so it was for this child to eat, "You went out, is this your illegitimate child?"

In this era of advanced technology, the same excitement can be given on the Internet, and the cost-free method has led to a decline in the birth rate of children. Nowadays, it is good for children to be born, and basically there will be no illegitimate children.

"That's right, my illegitimate child." Song Zhixun reached out and rubbed little Rust's white hair, "His mother disliked his signs, so she abandoned him to me. From now on, I will be the father of this child."

"Okay." Tongliao scratched his hair, "But if possible, I hope you can call me a chef instead of a cook."

"Good cook, can you cook soon?"

Song Zhixun really didn't understand why Ruster started crying as soon as he opened his eyes, crying endlessly, no matter how much he comforted him, he couldn't calm down. Song Zhixun thought it was because his hugging made him uncomfortable, but he tried to let go of the child. The child will use all his strength to hold on to any place he can hold, and is absolutely unwilling to be put down.

Sitting at the door of the kitchen, Song Zhixun looked down at the child. His eyes were red from crying during this period of time. Although he no longer cried at the top of his voice like before, the tears never stopped.

"What's the matter?" Song Zhixun leaned the other person on his lap, little Ruster grabbed Song Zhixun's fingers with his small hands and refused to let go, sobbing and crying.

"You gently hug him and walk around?" Tongliao, who also had no children, felt that he could not offer any constructive suggestions.

"I'm holding him, but he's walking all the time." Because I'm not sure if such a small child can withstand the space transfer.

"Could it be because mom isn't around?"

"No." The child's mother has not yet been decided.

"Wait for me to make something for him to eat." Tongliao looked back at little Rast, the white skin like jade was stung by tears, and there were red marks, which seemed to be split along the tears .

Song Zhixun kissed the corner of little Ruster's eyes, but couldn't stop.

"Come to eat?" Tongliao made a simple egg custard, and carefully put it into little Rast's mouth after it was relatively warm. Although he was crying all the time, he didn't stop to eat, "It seems that I'm hungry. "

"It doesn't seem to be..." Song Zhixun stroked the corners of the child's eyes, and little Rast seemed to close his eyes slightly because of the pain, "He's still crying."

"Pull?" Tongliao reached out his hand to touch Little Ruster's Pippi, but was hit by Song Zhixun.

"Don't touch him, he's not someone you can touch." Song Zhixun opened Tongliao's hand.

"You still protect the cub?" Tongliao scratched his hair with a headache, "Woke me up so late and didn't even let me touch the culprit?"

"do you like kids?"

"I don't know, I don't have children, I can't say I like it or not."

"Do you want children?"

"I think..." Tongliao rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Don't look at me like this, in fact, I still really want children, after all, children are really cute."

Song Zhixun looked at Tongliao, it was the first time he saw this man blushing, looking at little Rust in his arms: "Touch him."

"Didn't you let me touch it just now?"

"Touch him." Song Zhixun seemed to have heard this theory from somewhere. Children are very sensitive, and they can easily perceive the emotions of their parents. Song Zhixun was wondering if it was because he didn't like this child and was noticed by this child arrive.

"Oh..." Tongliao stretched out his hand and gently touched little Rast's cheek, then squeezed the chubby hand, but the child was still crying, "I really don't know what to do, otherwise you still Go out and find his mother?"

"His mother..." Song Zhixun sighed, hugged little Rast in his arms, and patted his back lightly, "Hey, don't cry, mom is here."

"It would be great if children could express emotions like people."

Hearing what Tongliao said suddenly, Song Zhixun suddenly remembered the panel of the Three Gods and Seven Emotions he had, and immediately opened the panel to check.

Sure enough, although Rust has become a child, as the true God of Creation, the Seven Emotions panel can still be seen. Children basically have no memory and don’t think much. Logically speaking, they should only have simple emotions, but... …

Little Ruster's 'sorrowful' mood was ridiculously high.

"Does a child know what grief is?" asked Rust.

"How could such a young child know what sadness is?" Tongliao shrugged, and said with emotion, "Only adults can understand sadness."

Suddenly, Song Zhixun seemed to understand something, stood up, hugged little Rast and left the kitchen, Tongliao rubbed his messy hair, and returned to his room helplessly.

Putting the little guy on the bed, Little Rust suddenly woke up and grabbed Song Zhixun's fingers, seeming to be in a panic, Song Zhixun kissed the other's little hand: "Hey, I'm just changing clothes, wait for me, right away Just fine."

As if he understood Song Zhixun's words, little Rust let go of his hand, looked at Song Zhixun with big eyes, without blinking, and tears fell down the corners of his eyes on the fragrant bed sheet.

"Be good, don't be afraid..." Song Zhixun slipped back into the quilt and hugged little Ruster's body into his arms, "There's nothing to be sad about, from now on, there won't be such a tall girl in your life." Sad."

Song Zhixun seemed to understand.

It's not little Rust who is crying now.

It is the god of creation who has learned to control himself.

His sadness was so strong that he couldn't hold it back. A powerful god, his heart was full of pity for this world. He might be afraid, he might be at a loss, or he might be hesitating. He created this world, but He doesn't know what the correct direction of creation should be. At the top of all things, he has nothing to discuss with.

Even if it is Rui, even if it is Gong, they are only endowed with the concept of "God" but not the real "God".

No one can understand all his loneliness and emptiness. The sorrow and pain accumulated over the years finally crushed this god of creation who should have done whatever he wanted.

"What a fool..." Song Zhixun stretched out his hand and lowered Ruster's sad mood, "I created my own feelings, and then I fell into the feelings and couldn't extricate myself from the pit I dug. How could you Such a stupid god?"

After suppressing his sadness, Song Zhixun saw that the tears flickering in the child's eyes finally stopped, and his red eyes looked a little pitiful.

"Would you like to laugh?" Song Zhixun thought, and slightly raised the 'happy' mood bar, the little child stared, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Zhixun lifted the little guy up, and suddenly threw it upwards: "Fly."

Little Ruster was thrown into the air, and after falling, he was firmly caught in Song Zhixun's arms, blinking his beautiful silver-white eyes, as if he didn't understand what happened.

"One more time, fly!"

Song Zhixun threw little Ruster into the air again, this time little Ruster actually stretched his limbs, his big eyes were full of surprise.

"Hahaha..." Song Zhixun looked at the appearance of little Rast, but couldn't help laughing, and looked back at the Qiqing panel, the value did not change much, it seems that the little guy is not afraid of playing like this of.

"Fly!"

The little guy suddenly grinned and giggled. The little fat boy seems to like this kind of intimate game very much. Every time he falls down, Song Zhixun will hold him firmly in his arms. At this time, the little fat boy will laugh very happy.

Song Zhixun and Rust had slept together for too long, even in the dark night, they couldn't find sleep at all.

Song Zhixun held little Rast's hand. The one-year-old child was already a toddler. Although his steps were a little unsteady, it could be seen that the little guy was already walking hard.

"Yes, that's it." Song Zhixun supported the little fat boy's elbows, wrapped the little guy's feet with a soft towel, so that the ground would not be too cold and make the child sick, "Yes, just walk slowly like this, Dad is going to let go ?”