"But as you said, Old God, you are also a Primordial God. Since the Primordial Gods have begun hunting the new provincials, why are you, as a Primordial God, also hunted, but you are fine? After all, compared to having your talents taken away, your current situation is really lucky."
Deng Ru pointed at Lao Deng’s halo.
After all, compared to what Lao Deng said, the entire god died and his Tao disappeared, and Tao became the nourishment for the Tao gods in other provincial worlds.
Lao Deng’s current condition is simply too comfortable.
Damn, there are still more than 90 million believers.
Still retaining his talent.
The most important thing is that almost every day there are beautiful girls playing with his nipples.
Mad, what an enviable corrupt life.
Even Deng Ru, a high-ranking official, did not dare to lead such a corrupt life.
How can this old man, a city-level official, be so extravagant?
If one is broken, just throw it away. If it is really beautiful, make it into a corpse puppet.
It's simply too much.
"Because I don't like their decision. I hate this cycle of one circle feeding another. I'm deeply terrified."
"I believe that you are all our descendants. On this lonely blue planet, only you newborn gods are our children. You should not be kept in captivity like cattle and sheep. I protest."
"But as you know, my world was shattered, leaving only this piece of space to linger. However, they still had some conscience and did not kill me because of the friendship we had in the past."
Lao Deng's tone was lonely.
Looking back on those days, he was so high-spirited and ambitious.
Don't take everything seriously.
But now?
The world was shattered, and they could only survive like a dog under the command of those provincial governments.
"Oh, if you were truly as kind as you claim, how could you have killed so many people, cruelly refined them into corpse puppets, and shattered their souls, turning them into spirit puppets, and chained them like earthbound spirits?"
"In my opinion, these words are nothing but lies you made up to survive."
Deng Ru initially believed the conspiracies that Lao Deng talked about.
After all, if the world is full of truth, goodness and beauty, then there is something fishy going on.
but--
This old Deng said that he was doing this for the sake of the descendants of the gods and was unwilling to be associated with the original gods.
What nonsense?
Do you believe it?
"You still don't want to believe me. Are you sympathizing with humans? Humans are nothing but weeds. Cut them and they grow back again. Why would you sympathize with them? Oh, I see. It's that mortal woman. You are a unique god."
"But you have to understand that humans are to us what rice in the fields is to us. They are resources. You might appreciate one or two rice plants because they're growing well, and that's understandable, but you can't condemn others who harvest their own rice. Because in the eyes of others, rice is far less important than you think."
"Besides, that's not your rice. You have no right to tell me what to do."
What Lao Deng said makes a lot of sense.
After all, he is Lao Deng who has lived for who knows how many years.
If we really regard human beings as rice and gods as human beings.
So what Lao Deng is doing now.
It means picking some rice that is growing well.
Then it is thrown into the mill and ground into flour. It can be used to make noodles, dumplings, wontons, buns, or steamed buns.
This has nothing to do with Deng Ru.
Because Lao Deng used rice from his own family.
He didn't even steal rice from other people's homes.
But Deng Ru always felt that this was not right.
That's not the right metaphor.
At least, wheat can't speak and has no emotions.
But this example itself is full of loopholes.
Yes, wheat cannot speak, but can we guarantee that wheat does not have its own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness?
Who knows?
"From a human perspective, Lao Deng's words are absolutely wrong. However, from a divine perspective, I'm actually wrong. But it shouldn't be calibrated that way. I've never seen the joys and sorrows, the loves and hates, of rice, but I can vividly remember the loves and hates, the joys and sorrows, of humans."
Deng Ru figured out the key.
The other gods all live in heaven, far away from the mortal world, high above.
There is a natural distance.
Gods naturally cannot understand the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of humans.
But he is different.
He was born to wander among people.
He has been a human being for more than 20 years.
There is no distance between him and humans, or rather, he considers himself human.
This is the difference in how the two think about problems.
Just like the gods like Xuande who rebelled.
They won't even raise the banner of speaking up for the people.
Why?
Who will plead for the rice to be harvested?
Isn't that funny?
They simply rebelled for their own benefit.
"Look, you've figured out the key, haven't you? You have a mortal wife, and according to mortals, you two seem very much in love. So, naturally, you're looking at me from a human perspective, and I'm naturally cruel. But if you look at me from a divine perspective, how could I ever be cruel?"
"Qingyun, Bai, and Lingwu, those three little guys, were my former subordinates. I could have swallowed them up to restore my provincial status, but I didn't. If I had taken action, how could they have survived until now to rebel against me?"
"Xuan De, Ping An, Dong, and other county-level officials need not be mentioned. They have long harbored ulterior motives. Why do you think that their every move could be hidden from a god like me who was born at the beginning of the world? If it weren't for you at that seafood restaurant, I'm afraid they would have exposed all their plans to me."
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