Miss Jiguo

The so-called gods are nothing but the embodiment of human thoughts.

As long as you draw a specific image in your heart, and then make a strong prayer, the corresponding existence will be shaped over time.

Although in Tong Mo's eyes, the Eternal Bliss Sect is a hopeless group, but from the point of view of warlocks, these people's accumulated vows are already very strong, and it is not surprising that they have created a lotus god.

It's a pity that these believers have gone astray in the step of materializing the power of vows.

They entrusted all their unrealistic thoughts to a child, a "son of God" who did not believe in the existence of gods.The power of this wish was stuck in Tong Mo's place for no reason, and he forcibly turned away from the wild way of offering to the gods——

It gave the warlock a premonition that this power of wish would directly deify Tong Mo's image after his death.

It wasn't until tonight that Tong Mo's wish power had a new destination.

The moment he swallowed the rhizome of the Cursed Flower, the fragments of the rhizome in his stomach resonated with the body in the Warlock's hand, and transferred the power of the wish to the Cursed Flower.

"It's an honor, Tong Mo."

"Those prayers you accepted will become a hotbed for the birth of gods tonight!"

Warlock lowered his head, and shared his joy with Tong Mo in a voice that only the two of them could hear.Then he smiled and took Tong Mo's little hand, and came to the lotus pond of the religious group.

It was midsummer at this time, and the pink lotus in the clear water was in full bloom.Surrounding the zig-zag wooden bridge, these untainted flowers present a gorgeous and dreamy scene.

Appreciating this peaceful scenery, the man kept a relaxed and bright smile on his white face.

He waited there quietly, and took a deep breath for his debut performance after seeing the summoned believers entering the arena one after another.

Taking this breath as a contract, the expression on Warlock's face suddenly changed in the next second, turning into a state of extremely painful self-blame.

"My compatriots, this late-night gathering is to discuss important matters..."

With dignified and sad eyes, he slowly swept across the bewildered and doubtful faces of believers.

"We have been worshiping the wrong image of the god for many years, mistaking the lotus on the ground for the thing in the water..."

"Because of such actions, the gods can only listen to our pain through the Son of God, but they cannot exert divine power to directly interfere in the human world."

"As the leader, after I learned the truth, I should have died to apologize..."

Every time he looked at another person, the man's thin shoulders took on more pressure, and he sank a little more feebly.He painfully confessed his crimes, and after he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he could not bear the trust of everyone, so he lowered his head.

"I should have died. But God saved me, and she said there is still room for redemption!"

He closed his eyes tiredly, let the bitter tears drip down his face, guilt almost killed him like this.

But when the man narrates, describing the beautiful gods and the strange kingdom of God, the happiness awakened by the memory dilutes his despair, and makes him show a gratified and peaceful expression again.

"The gods did not reprimand us for our rude behavior, and she was kind enough not to allow us to wander in a daze. She summoned me at the time of life and death, and gave my wife eternal peace."

The smiling man looked at the circle of rapt audience around him, and took out a gift from the Kingdom of God from his arms.

He held up the pitch-black soil with one hand, and twisted the remaining rhizome of the curse flower with the other, and threw the two together into the clear pool——

"Now please appreciate this gift from the gods."

"Come and witness the gods as they should be!"

The indescribable thing in the eyes of the world was thrown into the water, smashing the calm water surface like a mirror.There was a "click" breaking sound in the quiet night, and the clear water in the pool was struggling like boiling.

Invisible giant hands stirred the pool water, lifting the soil at the bottom out of the water, and the wriggling silt poured out and blackened the entire water area.

The beautiful lotus in the pool trembles weakly, its green and straight branches gradually become dark and curved, and the stretched bowl petals are also softened and rolled inward.

These pure flowers were eroded by the pitch-black soil, and in just a few seconds, they completely turned into another kind of enchanting and gorgeous existence.

The moonlight climbing down from the patio kisses the fertile land and gently awakens the sleeping flowers.

They lazily stretch the stems and leaves, laughing and rushing to bloom first, making the sweet fragrance fall like a shower, and wet the unsuspecting believers——

"thump"

"Plop" "Plop"

"Plop plop plop plop"...

It sounded like rushing raindrops on banana leaves.

The believers took the initiative to jump into the dark soil.

"Please go to the eternal kingdom of bliss in peace."

"Rain" fell on the warlock's face, turning into slowly flowing tears.

"Use your flesh and blood to pull the gods into the world."

The man raised his lips.

……

Warlock and Tong Mo are the only two left on the wooden bridge.

After performing this hearty sitcom, the man bent over and sat on the edge of the wooden bridge.He propped his hands behind his back and lazily admired his masterpiece.

The happy smile on the man's face gradually changed when he saw those "floating corpses" lifted up to the surface of the water by the black mud.He frowned, and let out a very dissatisfied laugh:

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this heartless girl..."

"It's rare that I worked so hard and coaxed so many people to go down to replenish her body. She let people have a dream, and in return secretly drew some blood and put it up?"

"With this kind of efficiency, it will take at least three to five years to regain consciousness."

And after staying awake most of the night and witnessing three big shows in a row, Tong Mo, who was still a child, also felt tired.

The originally thoughtful "Son of God" imitated his father's skinless appearance, propping himself up to the side of the bridge.Tong Moyou wobbled his legs leisurely, turned his head and asked him:

"Then what should she eat? What kind of existence is the curse flower?"

"Can you tell me about it?"

Tong Mo took his time off and listened attentively, opening the magician's chatterbox.The Warlock poured all the complaints he had accumulated over the years into the prepared Beacon.

"The illusory light that humans gave her only harmed her."

"Blindfolded by the so-called happiness, she played a game of play house. She was happy at first, but then she was so sad that she died."

"Now directly replace it with seeds."

"So what's the use of guarding one's heart? Isn't it fun to follow the instinct of the gods, to plunder and trample?"

"Obviously all the answers have long been in the other world she is in, why do you force yourself to pretend to be a mortal?"

In the highly personal and subjective description of Warlock, he is more like a savior who is not understood by the world than a cold selfish person who uses curse flowers.

Tong Mo couldn't do anything practical for his "salvation".Only when the warlock mentioned that "happiness is meaningless and death is the end", the "son of God" looked at him twice, and had some subtle resonance in his heart.

Judging from the feedback of those believers, the world is full of unpleasant things.They came to the world empty-handed, chasing the illusory happiness. After getting it, they were afraid of losing it. After losing it, they were heartbroken. After being injured many times, they even lost the strength to live. the tranquility.

Since everything is meaningless, it is better to die in peace.

As long as you can't feel anything, naturally you won't be sad or happy to death, right?

And as the sorcerer cursed before, the curse of "not seeking to make progress" fell asleep for five years before gathering enough strength to form and replace.

On that night, the flowers in the black mud were tangled and entwined at the place where the moonlight was at its fullest, forming a huge flower cocoon.

The blue flower bloomed to the extreme in just a few seconds, transmitting all the mantra power into the cocoon, and then the petals scattered chaotically around, exposing the formed god to the young man's sight.

The 15-year-old Tong Mo saw the human body of Juhua for the first time.

A woman in her early twenties, her plump figure is like ripe grapes, the mellowness of wine has been brewed by the years.But those honey-colored eyes were deeply pampered by others, so they still retain the innocence and clarity of a child, with a deep smile of "I am always loved by others, so everything is fine".

Now the woman was kneeling on the ground, casting a bird-like gaze at the boy in front of her.

"It's so beautiful..."

The boy's long white hair and glazed eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, reminding her of precious things like gold and gems.

He, like them, possesses the beauty of a swank that pleases the curse.

In addition, the young man also exudes the same aura as her.This made the gods understand the connection between the two when they saw him for the first time, and spoke to him with a defenseless smile:

"who are you?"

"I am your beacon, Tong Mo." The young man smiled slightly, and took the palm from the god.

"It is the existence that takes care of you and teaches you."

He explained the meaning of "care" with practical actions. The boy named Tong Mo put the silk satin that he had been holding in his arms for a long time on the woman, and gently and patiently guided her to dress.

It's strange, he obviously looks as cold and hard as those eternal jewels, but his hands are very warm.

"what about me?"

While wrapping her clothes clumsily, she asked him curiously.

"You are the god who brings people to bliss, the incarnation of the lotus flower of the Bliss Cult of All Ages, I call you 'Lotus'." Seemingly feeling a little pitiful that she couldn't find a way to get through for a long time, the young man frowned helplessly and finally went to battle in person .

He obviously looks like an untouchable beauty, but he is very skilled in helping her. Lian can't help but sigh in his heart how reliable and considerate he is as a beacon, and instinctively asks about her responsibilities:

"What can I do?"

"You have to eat well first..." After the kind-hearted Dao Biao tied her clothes, he led her to a living room surrounded by flowers.

And as he walked, Lian realized that her legs were like soaked wood, and it was difficult to use any strength.If it was said that she still felt that she was just sleepy after waking up, now she really felt that she had no energy.

Is this feeling hungry?

I don't even know...

The god stared blankly at the boy's back, and added "careful" to the labels of "gentle", "reliable", and "considerate".

And what the reliable beacon prepares for the gods are naturally some delicious delicacies——

Apples cut into rabbit shapes, hagi mochi decorated with cherry blossoms, horse mackerel fried over low heat, or ochazuke rice covered with wild vegetables. Delicious little treats that look delicious...

It's amazing, she was born not long ago, but the moment she saw these things, she got the relevant memories, and was driven by the unspeakable desire, and stretched out her hands hungry.

But she couldn't touch the dish in front of her.Her hands could grasp Tong Mo's palms, but now they passed through the dim sum like air.

"It's a pity, you are a god so you can't taste human food."

The poor chick looked at her beacon the first time she encountered a problem, and the boy answered her for her with a distressed smile.

"That's great, Tong Mo is a human being, so he can eat these..."

While Tong Mo's reply answered her doubts, it also triggered another question from her:

"Then why is Tong Mo, as a human being, my beacon?"

The vague sense of disobedience that had been hanging over Tong Mo's body finally exploded at the moment when Tong Mo smiled and cut his arm with the golden fan in his hand.

"Because your bait is human flesh and blood."

"Of course the best is Dao Biao's blood, because the dim sum is delicious, so I am also delicious."

"I have tasted these dishes before, and the taste is in my blood. Would you like to try them?"

The beauty made of gold, silver and glass has arms as white as jade.Due to moderate exercise, his forearm muscles are well defined, full of vitality of a young man.

After the skin was cut by a sharp weapon, the warm and delicious blood dripped directly into the prepared porcelain dish, bright red like a red plum in full bloom.

He was staring at her with a gentle and indulgent smile, and pushed the delicious food made by himself in front of her.

Everything seems logical, revealing what it should be like——

It is the duty of the Beacon to dedicate himself to the gods.

The gods need to accept the guidance of the beacon.

"I don't want it, Tong Mo will hurt, right?"

"Can I help you heal? Don't hurt yourself like this..."

But that longing look only appeared in her eyes for a moment, and the rest was a kind of pitiful daze.At the first moment, she carefully stretched out her fingertips and cast a "healing" spell on him with a sweet touch.

Then this small amount of work drained her remaining strength, causing her to fall into a deep sleep again due to exhaustion.

"Failed again..."

"I don't like hurting myself all the time, either."

The boy sighed softly. He looked at the sleeping woman in distress, and couldn't help but rolled up the sleeve of the other arm.

There were several inconspicuous scars on Tong Mo's fair skin, and the colors were arranged downwards from light to dark.

This is the fourth time Tong Mo has cut his wrist.

Whether it's answering her questions at the beginning, or dressing her, or being told by her in a good state of mind, "I remember this is delicious, if I can't eat it, I will give it to you." "Boys should grow their bodies well" try The feeding interaction was repeated three or four times...

She was clearly shaken when she saw the snacks, but she was terribly determined when she encountered real food that could be eaten.

And the result of using spell power to heal without eating every time is that her state is getting worse visible to the naked eye as shown by the healing effect of the injury.

This time, even though he deliberately dragged her directly to dinner and skipped countless interactions, her body still went to such a bad state that she fainted in just half an hour...

Of course, he can also carry the woman back to the flower pond as he did before.After accumulating enough mana and awakening her again, he can repeat this game countless times until she compromises first and is lured by the flesh and blood of the Beacon to commit the crime of a monster.

The boy sighed deeply, and hugged the god again.With tears still on her face, she quietly wet his collar.

When Tong Mo saw those water droplets for the first time, he was momentarily stunned.

……

The god woke up again and found himself lying in a gorgeous flower.She was still in Beacon's room, but it seemed that someone had moved her to the flower bed near the boy's screen.

In addition to Daobiao and himself, there was a third person in the room who was kneeling under the flower bed and crying, and it was that sad cry that woke him up.The pressure accumulated on the visitors and the desire for bliss turned into strength during the conversation, and it was continuously transmitted to the gods.

The young man was sitting in the center surrounded by flowers, soothing the kneeling visitors in a soft voice.

"Tong Mo, Tong Mo."

She had some strength to live again, and happily whispered the name of the beacon she was talking to.

The gentle and beautiful Beacon heard the call.He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it quietly through the layer of flowers and sparse shadows.

Facing the god's smile, the boy froze for a moment.

He slightly tilted his head in her direction, pursed his lips, lowered his arms as an excuse to put down the golden fan in his hand, and patted her head lightly with the palm of his hand.

This gentle comfort was fleeting, and the moment the boy withdrew his palm, he covered her face with a golden fan.

She couldn't see her beacon again...

Is it because she interrupted his work?

The god guessed like this, curled up, and closed his mouth obediently.