I died after raising them

There is such a mountain in the rumor.

The mountain was shrouded in mist, and those who walked into it could not find their way out, but as long as they shouted for help, the mountain god would send messengers to guide travelers back.

The envoys sent are sometimes docile birds and sometimes ferocious tigers. They seem to have been told to lead the way in silence and never violently hurt anyone.

Later, the rumor spread more and more widely, and countless people with an adventurous mentality stepped into the range of this mountain, hoping to see the mountain god himself.

But no one was able to meet.

As a result, people gradually lost interest in the rumors, and only travelers passing by and villagers at the foot of the mountain still remembered the gods who protected them.

One day, a small pink-haired figure walked into the mist.

It was winter at this time, and the blood flowed from the forehead and condensed into ice beads, and the small body was covered with criss-crossing and terrifying scars, making it hard to imagine who would hurt a child so cruelly.

As if trying to avoid something, the child's footsteps were sloppy but he didn't stop to rest. When he looked carefully, he found that the child was walking barefoot in this icy and snowy field, but he didn't cry like an ordinary pampered child□□ , but gritted his teeth and stepped forward unswervingly.

But no matter how firm the will is, the child's body cannot withstand the cold winter wind and snow.

The next moment, the little figure fell on the snow, and it hadn't moved for a long time.

The child did not faint.

He half-closed his eyes and looked into the distance, his unwillingly clenched fists slowly relaxed.

At this moment, something completely different from this white world appeared at the end of his vision.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed god who only appeared in legends came towards him. The ice and snow melted where she passed, flowers bloomed with the warm wind, and small animals that usually hide when they saw people poked their heads out from behind her. , looking curiously at the child lying in the snow.

The child tried hard to open his eyes, but what remained in his memory were only the compassionate eyes of the gods and the warm embrace when he was hugged.

Before he had time to think, he fell into a dark dream.

Would the two-faced Su Nuo still have such an embarrassing side when he was a child?

Yayoi was a little surprised, but thinking about it, if she hadn't suffered any harm when she was a child, how could the double-faced Su Nuo have such an anti-human temperament when she grows up.

She looked at Wen Shun, who was nestled in her arms, and even buried her face deeper because of the biting cold wind, feeling a little complicated.

Anyone who has read Mantra comics knows that the two-faced Su Nuo is the only one in heaven and earth, and he digs his heart and lungs at every turn.

Is there a time when this kind of uncle is so cute?

Yayoi patted the child on the back, and the pale golden light instantly shrouded the child's body to block the cold wind. Looking down, the child's frowning brows and eyes were also quietly relaxed.

She walked into the shrine hidden in the depths of mist.

This shrine was built for Yayoi by her friends in that world when she was in another world. When Yayoi left, she shrunk the shrine into a model and put it in the space ring. She didn't expect that it could be used one day.

As the guest room was not cleaned up, Yayoi had no choice but to help the dirty child clean up, bandage the wound and put it in her bed.

It's a pity that the godhead on her body is in a sealed state, otherwise she can use divine power to solve all problems.

Yayoi thought regretfully.

In the main god's space, as long as there are enough points, they can be exchanged for anything in this world.

Existence and non-existence, reality and fantasy, can all be found in the main god.

People with insufficient points can also choose to obtain items from the mission world, but the limit will be more than that from the main god.

For example, the godhead that Yayoi is equipped with now, the authority attached to this godhead can only be used in that Western fantasy world, and it is in a sealed state in other worlds, and can only use less than one-thousandth of the ability.

However, it is more than enough for daily use.

After finishing everything, Yayoi saw that the child hadn't woken up so early, so she sat on the edge of the bed and watched, closing her eyes to communicate with the main god.

[Protecting the two-faced Su Nuo until the end of the plot point, which plot point does this plot point refer to? ]

Yayoi asked.

[Protect the two-faced Su Nuo until he is sealed by the magician. ] The Lord God rarely explained in such detail: [This kind of world with its own plot trend is not within the scope of the mission, but there was a loophole in the world wall of this world some time ago, and souls that should not have appeared came in. ]

For some reason, Yayoi seemed to hear a gloomy feeling in the words of the main god machine: [If the souls that invaded through illegal means are not resolved, this world line will collapse. ]

After listening to it, Yayoi seemed to have figured something out, and asked thoughtfully: [So you issued the task of protecting the two-faced Nuo, because the two-faced Nuo is the target of that person? ]

The main god didn't answer, and Yayoi didn't ask any more.

After all, the reflection of the main god represents the answer.

The blond girl in a pure white kimono slowly opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes.

The child who didn't know when he woke up just looked straight into the clear blue ocean.

Very beautiful.

But there was nothing in those eyes.

The child just looked at the girl beside him, and knew the girl's identity almost instantly.

This is the legendary mountain god who protects travelers.

After all, only gods can have such pure eyes without a trace of human evil desire.

Suddenly, the quiet child gave a malicious smile, and the weak magic power flowing around his body instantly dissipated.

The next moment, the pretty child's body became weird.

Like an evil spirit carved on a stone wall, the child sitting up has two faces. The kimono that was loosely wrapped around the body due to the wound treatment was spread around the waist, revealing two pairs of eyes that are different from ordinary people. arm.

The child almost thought of how disgusted the noble god would look at him when he saw his ugly and weird appearance, and regretted why he brought such a child called "cursed" back to his shrine, and might even pull his hair out. The knives face each other.

So what if you pay the price of injury or even life?

He himself is such a reckless temperament, and if the gods hadn't brought him back to the shrine, he would have frozen to death in the snow.

But the god in front of him did not show any reaction he imagined, but got up and took out a large women's kimono from the closet, and put it on him meticulously.

The wide cuffs unique to women's kimonos allowed him to stretch his hands, and the raised collar was thoughtfully folded down to avoid the possibility of rubbing against his face.

"you……"

Because of this body at birth, the child who was called "cursed" by the world was stunned.

The blond god heard his weak and difficult voice, looked directly at the child patiently, and listened attentively.

"Don't you think this body is very..." He paused, and said those two words with difficulty: "Is it disgusting?"

As if seeing an ignorant child, the god's downcast eyes are peaceful and indulgent.

She said to the stunned child: "Everything in the world has God's will."

"No matter what your body looks like walking in the world, your essence is a human being, a citizen of this land."

The god touched the child's soft short hair: "So don't hate yourself."

But what good is it if you don't hate yourself?

Human beings are an exclusive group. Overpowering power and appearances that are different from ordinary people are just things that frighten and reject them.

From ancient times to the present, without exception, it is impossible to change.