Chapter 296 Chapter 296 A Pearl Bed for Daddy! ...

The God of Destruction, who appears to be calm on the surface, is actually very uneasy.

The head patriarch, who had never encountered such a situation, had a dazed look in his eyes and his mind was racing.

What's the meaning?

What just happened?

The cub was picked up and gave a chirp—what did he do?!

This is an offense to God!

Daryl looked down.

The cub raised its head.

Daryl: ...

Okay, if it's an offense, then it's an offense.

He is just a little pink mermaid, what can he do?

Daryl thought so and couldn't help but pinch the cub's face.

Hum—very soft.

Daryl brought the cubs to the Temple of Destruction.

"The day after tomorrow, I'll take you to the human world. The city closest to us is called Yalan. I've already arranged a lot of things. Now you'll mainly learn writing and magic—"

Daryl was obviously a little helpless when it came to teaching the cubs.

The starting point that gods like them stand on is something that other humans cannot understand.

Some gods would deliberately consider other things for their believers, but for Daryl, who does his own thing, he doesn't feel that he needs to consider anyone, nor does he feel that he wants to understand anyone.

Humans do not understand gods, and gods do not understand humans either - they do not understand joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, do not understand why they have to start learning from such lowly things, and do not understand the meaning of struggling to survive. After all, the meaning of gods' existence is different from that of humans' existence.

Such a long-term unwillingness to pay attention and understand has caused serious consequences at this moment:

Daryl is absolutely no match for teaching the young cub.

He was completely at a loss at the moment. After all, the little guy couldn't even read, let alone the divine language fonts that he often used.

Those divine words are hellishly difficult for the little cubs.

Daryl thought about it for a long time and decided not to make things difficult for himself or the cub. Professional matters should be left to professionals. It was obvious that he could not handle the teaching task in this area, and he had to wait until the cub had a certain foundation.

Of course, as for the arrangements for the city of Alan, Daryl had said before that he was not a marine god. The gods were divided into three factions, generally light, darkness, and neutral, and the realms represented by the gods were also divided into three parts: the sky, the ocean, and the abyss.

Daryl is the ruler of the abyss.

It’s just that he is more accustomed to staying in the abyss of the sea, and there are also many races in the abyss of the sea.

If you want to deal with this matter, just send a message.

When the little cub heard Daryl mention humans, he couldn't help but shudder a little, feeling that there was some shadow.

Although Daryl also felt that there was nothing good about humans - but having Little Milo scared like this made Daryl feel very angry.

It's all because of those guys.

Daryl carried the little guy into the Temple of Destruction.

He looked at the cub's expression and asked tentatively.

"So what do you want to do with these things, Yuyu?"

It refers to the pile of things that Daryl took out from the home of Xiaoyu's adoptive parents, including the cub's small basin, small water cup, etc.

For a cub, this should be a frightening object.

Daryl wanted to throw it away, but he was still thinking about the small thing.

You have to ask at least.

Then I heard the little guy speak softly.

"Dad, can we put that little basin next to Milo's bed?"

The little cub's baby voice has recovered a little at this moment, and you can hear the ethereal and clear sound in the voice.

But it is still disturbed by the hoarse noise. It sounds good, but not perfect.

This sound is obviously more beautiful than the ones recorded by Xiaoyu's adoptive parents before.

It's just a small basin.

"That small basin was chosen by Milo."

Although it was given to him casually by his adoptive parents, who simply chose a cheap container that could fit him, Milo had seen it before.

Moreover, Milo has a little secret.

The little mermaid wagged her pink tail.

He had thought before that when he was ten years old and could leave home with the permission of the federal government, he would take the little basin with him. If he could meet someone he really liked, he would fill the basin with his tears to feed him!

Before, there was no sound, no hope, and Xiaomilo had stopped thinking about this matter a long time ago.

But now it's different.

The little fish wants to collect a large basin of pearls to support his father——

I also have to support my father's believers.

After all, Dad is the best and best God in the world!

Believers should be numerous, not poor.

At this moment when even the gods don't care, a young cub is worried about his old father's believers.

Of course, at this moment the old father did not know the good intentions of the little cub.

He is still planning how to help the little guy learn better.

How long should I study outside?

After all, the little mermaid can't stay outside the sea for long.

Daryl simply gave all the things he brought back to the cub.

Watching the little cub dragging the small basin and swimming hard, it swam under its own bed and tried hard to push the small basin in.

Then he picked up the rags that belonged to him and started looking for a place to put them.

Daryl was watching nearby.

His expression softened.

Temples were erected where there had been no temples before, and instead of the cold furnishings inside, there were now many of the cubs’ messy little rags.

There's certainly nothing wrong with that.

As a cub, you can tolerate anything.

“Dad, Dad—”

Since Xiaoyu found his voice again, he has become more active in speaking.

Like a little pink cannonball, it swims back and forth in the ocean.

"Where are the pearls Milo gave to Daddy?"

"What? Do you want to take it back?"

How can you pay tribute to the gods and then take it back?

"No," the little guy shook his head like a rattle, "Milo made the bed for Daddy!"

Oh, it's about making the bed—

Wait a minute?

What do you use to make your bed?

Daryl was halfway through digging out the pearl when his pupils dilated and he looked at the cub in a daze.

It seemed as if he didn't understand what the cub said.

Very good - the cub can finally speak, but because it hasn't spoken for so long, its brain and mouth are out of sync, right?

Then I saw the cub trying hard to gesture.

"Milo heard that the richest people here are dragons. Dragons sleep in nests paved with gemstones. Milo will make a pearl bed for Daddy to help him become the richest god!"

Daryl: ...

You have a good idea.

But again, wait a minute, don't think like that.

Of course, you have to be tolerant with the cubs.

But not everything can be tolerated!

The god, who had slept on hard stones all year round without any problem, thought of the 'acupressure mat' bed that his cub was about to make for him.

He trembled slightly, a rare moment.

Let’s not do this anymore——

"Dad doesn't want to be the richest god."

Daryl looked at the cub's expectant eyes, and the curse he was about to say suddenly changed direction.

After a moment, Daryl lowered his head and his ear fins drooped.

He reflected that he was guilty. Was he a little too pampered with his cub?

He trampled on the dignity, face and reputation of the gods!

And he, who was once a god who claimed to fight against heaven and earth, finally surrendered to the "evil" cub forces.

Daryl watched as the cubs scatter the pearls layer by layer onto his bed.

Those plump and round pearls were emitting various colors of light, faintly. At this moment, they did not seem like precious treasures, but like hidden weapons that could kill gods.

Even gods can hardly withstand it, right?

What kind of thinking would make one willing to sleep on this pearl bed that represents wealth?

Daryl thought it would be nice to sleep standing up in the future -

But he still couldn't help but speak, feeling a little sad.

"Sleeping for daddy?"

Little cub:?

"Dad, are you going to sleep on this?"

Daryl: ...

No, why are you still shocked?!

Did you also know that this is a hidden weapon bed?!

"Milo just said to make a bed of pearls for Daddy—"

After the cub finished laying out the pearls, he hesitated and spoke softly.

"Dad isn't coming with Milo?"

Daryl paused.

"Milo only needs this little bit, just a little space."

The little cub stretched out his hands and gestured hard.

"It really only takes a little bit—"

The little guy hung his head and his voice gradually became lower.

"But if Milo sleeps alone—he'll be scared."

The seabed is too big.

The seabed is too dark.

If the little fish were alone, it would be scared.

So I made a pearl bed for my dad - I wanted to sleep with him.

Daryl figured out the cub's logic.

Obviously, it's not that he can't think of it, he just thinks about it too much.

At that moment, the sadness in my heart disappeared without a trace, replaced by a strange feeling of helplessness.

Although this little guy is only four or five years old.

But obviously - it's different from the mermaid baby raising guide.

Other cubs are mostly exploratory, and are inevitably reckless and immature. They may also be careless when doing things for the first time.

But for the little ones.

He has encountered too much and experienced too many things.

In order to survive, he started by actively behaving well and being adopted, then continued to strive to stay alive, planning to leave his adoptive parents' home when he turned ten.

This little guy is not stupid, he is too smart.

Even at such a young age, he has already started thinking about how to achieve his goals.

Of course, it is not all about achieving the goal, but about choosing to do things that are more in line with one's own wishes. It is not just a simple exploration.

This obviously has pros and cons.

And you can clearly feel that the little guy had a hard time in the past.

There is nothing we can do.

Daryl thought to himself.

He reached out and picked up the little guy.

"As for you, a cub your age should be independent and shouldn't sleep with your parents."

After all, the cubs at this time can basically recognize all the characters, start to get involved in their own circles, and start to learn magic.

The little cub's head slowly lowered, its little hands tugging at his clothes, its lips pursed.

Daryl continued, "Of course, I also know that you don't want to hear these words or do them. If you don't want to hear them, then I won't say them."

Anyway, he never did anything he didn't want to do.

The most important thing is.

Daryl holds the cub.

"Don't be afraid. No one will bully you anymore. I am your Father God, your dad. I will take good care of you."

The little cub opened his eyes wide and buried himself in Daryl's arms sullenly.

After a long time.

"So Daddy—are you still going to sleep on the pearl bed?"

Daryl: ...

So I said no!!!

You know what you're doing, right?!

This isn't sleeping, this is torture!