Chapter 82

The early spring breeze blew by, and the green leaves on the trees swayed and fell. After hesitating for a long time, the golden god under the shade of the tree decided to tell the little guy in his arms why he had disappeared for a long time.

Having made this decision, Hesnemen let go of Jiaojiao in his arms, reached out to tidy up Jiaojiao's hair which was a little messy due to him rubbing it, and patiently and gently broke down the matter of the black tripod fragments, telling Jiaojiao the whole story bit by bit.

Jiaojiao, who roughly understood what was said, blinked. Sitting facing his father, he lowered his head and thought for a moment before looking up at his father: "Is there not even a little daddy that can be put in the pocket this time?"

"Yeah." Hesnemen nodded. Actually, he could have made a fake sleeping self and put it in Jiaojiao's pocket to coax him, but he didn't want to deceive this little guy whose heart and eyes were full of him.

Jiaojiao puffed out her cheeks, took a deep breath and exhaled, holding it in again and again, but finally she couldn't hold it in any longer and felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, Hesniemen, who shrank in pain, was about to say something when Jiaojiao spoke first: "Will it hurt, Daddy?"

Hesnemen was stunned.

Jiaojiao tilted her little face up, looking at her father with eyes full of heartache, and her tender and soft voice had a subtle cry: "That Heihei is so bad, will it hurt when Daddy has sex?"

Jiaojiao certainly remembered the first time she saw her father, who was bound by black chains.

At that time, Jiaojiao didn't understand what those chains meant, and now Jiaojiao still only half understands it, but it doesn't stop him from feeling sorry for his father.

"It doesn't hurt." Hesnemen came back to his senses and leaned over to hug Jiaojiao. He closed his eyes slightly and rested his chin lightly on Jiaojiao's young shoulder. The look in his golden eyes was so gentle that it was about to overflow with tears.

Golden light particles emerged from Hesnemen's body, forming a torrent and spreading in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

The sun above the sky suddenly dimmed a little. The people of Kana Continent looked up inexplicably and were shocked to find that it was not the sun that dimmed, but a light brighter and more glorious than the sun that appeared, making the sun in the sky dim.

The light in the distance grew brighter and brighter, as if a sun was burning to its extreme on the land, making the entire world brighter than ever before.

The scalps of the creatures who saw this scene trembled, and their hearts beat more and more violently. Gradually, there came "boom, boom" sounds like thunder, shaking their souls.

For a moment, the towering trees on the Kana continent lowered their crowns towards the direction of the light, and the grass also bent down.

Thousands of beasts rushed out from the forests, grasslands, and deserts, causing the earth to tremble slightly. Flocks of birds and beasts soared high into the sky, their huge wings spread out to form a force that covered the sky and completely blocked out the sun in the sky.

At the center of the light, the golden spirit lowered his eyes to look at Jiaojiao in his arms, with a solemn expression as if he was looking at a treasure. Soft and slow words came out of his gentle mouth: "Jiaojiao, remember Daddy!"

"Don't forget about your dad just because time has been too long!"

"If that happens, I'll be very sad, very sad!"

"No, Jiaojiao won't forget Daddy." Jiaojiao raised her head from her father's arms, stretched out her little finger and said, "Let's pinky promise."

Hesnemen looked at Jiaojiao's small fingers, and his golden eyes suddenly curved, with a deep and shallow smile appearing in his eyes, making his already bright eyes even more complex and gorgeous.

He murmured "yes," and as he stretched out his fingers to hook them around Jiaojiao's, he leaned down again, bringing his face close to Jiaojiao's, rubbing it with a look of attachment and dependence: "We have a deal."

In the distance, the races that were instinctively running towards the center of the light suddenly stopped. They stared in amazement at the golden light in the distance that was becoming more and more majestic, with the potential to cover the entire world.

They heard...

They heard the cry of heaven and earth, the roar of the sea...

My Lord God...

In the wilderness, Erwens and the others knelt on one knee with their hands covering their chests, tears streaming down their faces.

Has something sad happened to you?

Zera, Arela, Guslaren and others who were close to the yard ran towards the yard first, but stopped at the gate at the same time.

They looked up at the increasingly bright golden light, suppressing the inexplicable heat in their eyes.

The gods didn't want them to get any closer.

In this grand and brilliant golden light, Hesnemen raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of her bright eyes, his voice as gentle as when they first met: "Don't cry."

"Yeah." Jiaojiao nodded, looking up at her father in the light: "Jiaojiao, be good, don't cry, wait for daddy."

"Okay." With that last "Okay", the light that had been stimulated to the extreme suddenly dissipated, and the sky and the earth immediately dimmed, as if they had lost their light.

Everything returned to silence.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like just a moment. The wind blew again between heaven and earth, picking up the leaves on the ground and letting them float down into Jiaojiao's hands.

The yard was very quiet, with no other sound except the occasional rustling of leaves.

Jiaojiao on the low couch was also very quiet. He lowered his head and looked at the leaves in his hand, his motionless eyes seemed to be trying to see something on the leaves.

After a long moment, Jiaojiao's eyes flickered slightly. He pursed his lips and put the leaf into his pocket. After patting it gently, he wiped his eyes, climbed down from the couch, ran to the side, picked up the sepak takraw, and ran out, shouting in his childish voice, "Brother Zella, play football with Jiaojiao."

In the 23253rd year of the Divine Calendar, the great god returned to heaven and earth in his physical form. The Kana Continent and all things living on the Kana Continent, blessed by his light, ushered in a glorious period of rapid development.

Days go by, and years are like snow on the mountains, passing away silently when exposed to sunlight.

In the blink of an eye, time came to thirty years later.

Zera, who had finished cooking in the kitchen, came to the door of the little god and knocked. Jiaojiao, who was sitting at the desk drawing something with a pen, got down from the stool, picked up the drawing on the table, ran to open the door, and looked up and called out, "Brother Zera."

Zela rubbed Jiaojiao's furry head and said, "It's time to eat. Today we have your favorite fried pork ribs."

Hearing this, Jiaojiao curved her eyes and said sweetly as always: "Hello, Brother Zella. I like Brother Zella the most."

"Humph, you said yesterday that you liked me the most." Arela said sourly as he walked over with some fruit.

"That's right." Geslaren, who was setting the dishes on the table, frowned and said with a hint of melancholy, "The little god's heart changes as quickly as before. This is really disappointing."

Knowing that Sister Arela and Uncle Guslaron were teasing her, Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled, then held up the painting in her hand to show them: "Brother Zella, Sister Arela, Uncle Guslaron, does Jiaojiao's painting look like Daddy this time?"

Guslalon's eyes fell on the drawing paper in Jiaojiao's hand. Looking at the golden mass on it with no features visible, he couldn't say against his conscience that this was the Lord God.

Unable to go against his will, yet unwilling to disappoint the little spirit, he rubbed his eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jiaojiao, my eyesight is getting worse and worse. I can't really see the painting in your hand clearly."

Arela also found an excuse to evade the question. Only Zera, after carefully examining the painting, said seriously, "It's very similar. If the eyebrows and eyes were more clearly drawn, they would be exactly the same."

Jiaojiao looked down at the painting in her hand, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Jiaojiao thinks so too."

Hearing this, Guslaren and Arela looked at Zella hesitantly.

Over the years, Zera has become more and more blind in his pampering of the little god, pampering and agreeing to everything he does. He is the kind of person who would want the stars and would even want to pick the moon as well.

This is also a little god, but any other cubs will definitely be spoiled by him and become a devil.

Zera, who was walking towards the dinner table with the little god, ignored the two people's gaze.

He knew what he was doing, but he didn't think he was wrong. On the contrary, the longer the great god disappeared, the more he felt sorry for the little god.

The little god was so obedient that he wanted to bring everything he wanted to him.

After lunch, Jiaojiao followed brother Zella for a walk in the yard. When she was tired, she reached out for a hug. After being picked up, she leaned her face on brother Zella's shoulder obediently.

"Brother Zera."

"Um?"

"Jiaojiao misses daddy."

Hearing this, Zella turned his head to look at him, and saw Jiaojiao, who was leaning on his shoulder, blinking her big eyes at him. Her dark eyes were sparkling, and she didn't look sad. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Jiaojiao's dad is very good." Seeing brother Zella looking at him, Jiaojiao shared with him how good her dad was with shining eyes, and raised her little hands to gesture vividly from time to time.

The autumn sunshine is warm and gentle, which always makes people feel sleepy easily. Children sleep a lot, and Jiaojiao, who was only five years old, fell asleep while talking.

The sound of even breathing came, and Zella turned his head to look. Jiaojiao, who was lying on his shoulder, was already fast asleep. Her chubby face was squeezed into a cute curve by his shoulder. The sunlight fell on her fair and tender face, and there was a kind of translucent red, and even the fine white hair on her face could be seen.

Moving down from the little god's white, tender and soft face, he could see the pair of small hands that tightly grasped his clothes even in their sleep.

Seeing this scene, Zella's eyes were stunned for a moment.

In a trance, he recalled the scene of walking in the wilderness holding the little god many years ago, but the sunshine that day was not as warm as today, and now they were not in the wilderness.

He tightened his arms, held the little spirit in his arms, and walked to the shade of the tree, his sea-blue eyes moist with a gleam of light, and a strong desire to survive spread wildly in his heart.

He thought that perhaps he needed to pay attention to the traces of the heavenly treasures that could prolong his life.

Although the lifespan of orcs is longer than that of humans, they are not as immortal as dragons and elves after all. Compared with the entire continent, they can only be said to be slightly above average.

But this lifespan is too short and insignificant for a god. Zella turned his head to look at the bright sleeping face in his arms.

At first he didn't care whether death would come or not, but now he hopes that the word death can stay away from him as much as possible.

At least stay away from him completely until he accompanies the little god and waits until the master god comes back.

In a certain world, in a high-rise building filled with high technology and a cold atmosphere, densely packed consciousness extraction cabins are neatly arranged.

In the central processing room, there were several virtual screens hanging. The value of the desire to survive represented on one of the virtual screens reached its peak after a small impact.

"Admiral Zera's desire to survive has reached its peak." A researcher said as he projected Admiral Zera's virtual value onto the main screen.

A group of scientific researchers walked to the main screen and had a heated discussion around the data. Finally, they agreed to retrieve Admiral Zera's consciousness in advance.

Having reached a consensus, they quickly operated on the virtual screen. As they operated, a silver-colored consciousness extraction cabin in the building began to flash green light.

When the green light reached its peak, the consciousness extraction cabin opened and a tall figure walked out.

"Admiral Zera." The researcher who had been waiting here to record the data handed over the bracelet on his hand. "Your controller."

The naked Zera didn't take the bracelet. She just looked back at the consciousness extraction cabin, her voice as cold as the snow on the mountains: "If I lie down, can I return to my previous world?"

"No." said the researcher.

Hearing this, Zella turned his head to take the bracelet, tapped it twice, and silver particles emerged, attached to his body, and in the blink of an eye turned into a set of clothes that wrapped around his body.

"Is there any way for me to go back?" Zera looked up at them, with a rare anger in his eyes: "You have to know one thing, I am not dead, but you pulled me back early. I am very unhappy about this."

Hearing this somewhat familiar question, the researcher's eyes flickered: "I'm curious as to what compels you to go back."

Zera didn't answer his question and asked coldly, "How long will it take me to get back?"

"century."

"It's too long, a year."

The familiar conversation intensified the interest in Yalun, who had proposed and developed the consciousness extraction pod. He stepped forward through the crowd and said, "It won't be done in a year. But if you can wait, you can join Marshal Yin, who has the same request as you, and wait for two years."

One year has passed since the three years promised to Marshal Yin, but Yalun is very confident that he can complete it along with Admiral Zella's request in the next two years.

Zera, who knew Yalun, understood that since he said so, it meant that two years was indeed the shortest time limit they could achieve.

For two years, Zera fell silent.

He couldn't imagine how sad the little god would be when he found out he was gone. It was obvious that the little god was already very sad because of his absence, but now he had to suffer the consequences.

After Zella turned and left, Yalun, who was standing in the same place, looked in the direction he left, then looked at the consciousness extraction cabin in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly.

When Zera's consciousness was extracted, he was on his way out to look for treasures that could prolong his life. He originally thought that he would be back in half a day at most, and he had told the little god in advance, but he didn't expect that he would never come back.

Jiaojiao waited until the afternoon but still didn't see brother Zella come back, so he came out of the house and ran to the gate of the yard to sit, thinking that he would be able to see brother Zella as soon as he came back.

The sky gradually darkened, and Jiaojiao sat on the doorstep, resting her hands on her face, waiting obediently.

In another space, Su Cang came back to his senses from silence and looked down, and saw Jiaojiao sitting on the doorstep waiting obediently.

He quickly reviewed Jiaojiao's experiences over the years and waved his hand. Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the doorstep, disappeared from this continent along with the milk bottle in the house.

Jiaojiao, who had appeared in an unfamiliar place in the blink of an eye, blinked and looked up at the twelve-year-old brother in front of her and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Su Cang skillfully poked Jiaojiao's fair forehead. After her eyes were dazed for a moment, Jiaojiao came to her senses and quickly got up from the ground. She walked forward, hugged Su Cang's hand, and shouted crisply, "Brother Su Cang."

It had been a long time since he was called brother, and Su Cang felt a little uncomfortable at first so he looked down at him.

Meeting his gaze, Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes and said, "Brother Su Cang, can you take Jiaojiao to her father? Jiaojiao hasn't seen her father for a long time."

Su Cang: “…”

He knew that the human child would definitely be looking for his father as soon as he opened his mouth!

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Su Cang, who also had no way to send Jiaojiao to his father, skillfully tapped Jiaojiao's forehead to extract his memory and put it into another bottle shining with starlight.

As soon as the memory was taken away, Jiaojiao, who was originally five years old, instantly shrank back to her original appearance of being only two years old.

Seeing this, Su Cang was stunned, then frowned, squatted down, held Jiaojiao's little hand and began to study hard.

Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the ground with a confused look in her eyes, tilted her head and put her other little hand on Su Cang's hand. When she saw Su Cang looking up at her, she squinted her eyes and murmured in unclear baby language.

Pre-collected article "Little Bodhisattva"

In Class 3, Grade 2 of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Su Bai, a gloomy classmate sitting in the fourth row by the window, is actually a pile of bones that has existed for who knows how many years.

He had been sleeping in his own grave. Eleven years ago, he was suddenly awakened by the crying of a child sitting on top of his grave. Then, in order to support the child, he crawled out of the ground and picked up garbage for three years.

This world was very repulsive to him. After persisting for three years, he had to go back to the tomb to sleep, and the child died in this sleep.

When he woke up again, it took him eight years to find the grown-up child. He was a student named Yu Cang from Class 3, Grade 2 of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Su Bai spent a lot of effort and successfully took advantage of the loophole to gain recognition from this world, and then happily went to find his grown-up child.

He had something dropped on him and he had to get it back!