Chapter 289 Chapter 289 Father God, He is Really Good
Milo is a good boy, not a bad boy.
I repeated it several times in my mind.
The cub's feeling of pity and grievance subsided a little.
He can be a good boy, right?
Just because someone was raised by a bad guy doesn't mean they are a bad kid, right?
The little cub wanted to ask a question, but he couldn't speak, so he couldn't ask.
In fact, Milo had no idea why he couldn't speak.
His throat doesn't hurt anymore.
There is no discomfort like being cut by a blade.
But he just couldn't make a sound. He was scared and terrified. No matter how he tried to comfort himself, he couldn't say a word.
It felt like I felt pain when I opened my mouth.
Whenever he wanted to make a sound, it would be like the story of the little mermaid that he had once heard his adoptive parents tell their own child. The little mermaid traded her voice for her legs to go ashore, walked on the edge of a knife, and could no longer make a sound.
He didn't get his legs back, but it seemed like he got his health back, and he also lost his voice.
There are so many things I can’t say.
He obviously has a lot of things he wants to tell his father.
The cub felt a little pitiful when he thought of this.
He hugged his father's neck tightly, his little face looking aggrieved.
"Alright, alright."
Daryl actually didn't understand what the little guy was feeling wronged about.
But one thing is indeed correct.
This little guy is really aggrieved.
He couldn't say anything, and felt even more aggrieved.
No one had listened to him before.
This has been held back for too long.
Daryl thought to himself.
But it doesn't matter.
He doesn't feel aggrieved at all.
Daryl patted the cub's little head.
"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. If you want to cry, then cry. What can I do?"
No matter what, that's it.
He couldn't allow anyone to cause trouble for his kid.
Things are different now than they were before.
But the little guy hasn't reacted yet.
Daryl handed the grass rabbit to the cub and looked at him holding it in his left and right hands.
The big round eyes are shining, looking here and there.
Obviously they all like it very much.
"alright."
Daryl saw that the child was almost coaxed, so he thought for a moment.
There was no hesitation or wavering in holding the cub.
"Let's go, let's go to the Sea God Temple again."
Anyway, I can’t enter the human world now.
We still have to find something to feed the cubs.
As for why I can’t enter the human world.
The light in Daryl's eyes flickered.
A place in the clouds.
The God of Light Arvid, who had kept his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
He looked up at the sky.
"My God?"
Arvid sighed softly.
"What is Daryl doing—"
The dark side is becoming more and more turbid, and it already has a sense of self-abandonment. Why does it look like it is about to explode?
But now it is completely invisible.
Arvid thought for only a moment.
"Which city in the human world is closest to the underwater abyss where Daryl, the God of Destruction, resides?"
"My God is Aram."
Arvid nodded gently, closing his eyes again and listening to the sounds of the world.
But there are many other thoughts in my heart.
It seems that I have to go to Alan to check on Daryl's situation.
Apart from some sighs, Arvid also felt a little gloating.
If Daryl's condition was bad, it would be natural for him to take action to eliminate him, right?
Arvid has a strong aversion to dark forces.
He really dislikes people like Daryl.
I really, really don't like it.
I wish I could completely disappear from this world so that I can feel clean.
But the balance of the world told him that he couldn't.
So it was also balancing with all of that for so long.
Will it be natural and justifiable next time?
Follow Daryl's situation.
How could he deteriorate so quickly?
Who knows him.
Maybe he was just unable to think straight for a moment and kept doing things that went against his own divinity?
And at this moment in the Temple of Poseidon.
"No, what on earth are you doing all these times? If you really have nothing to do, can't you find something to do yourself?"
The sea god Bodon looked at Daryl, who had come to visit for who knows how many times.
What does it mean?
Do you have any questions?
What are you doing here for fun?!
"That's right."
Daryl even checked the reference chart given by the mermaid leader.
"I'm short of some things to raise cubs."
"you……"
Bodong looked at him speechlessly.
Daryl even read it.
"A water cup should be cute. Oh, of course, it's not needed in the seabed, but the cub might find it more ceremonial. A pillow should be soft. Do you have pink or sky blue ones? I think this color is more suitable for Milo—"
Bodong: ...
Bodong: …………
Bodong stepped forward and snatched the thing from Daryl's hand. He looked at everything written on it with suspicion.
The voices have changed a little.
"Two mattresses? Tablecloths? Wooden chairs and tables that can withstand sea erosion, preferably in a beautiful color—"
The list was so long that Bodong felt dizzy just looking at it.
"Are you kidding me?"
Daryl shook his head.
It was obvious that he was serious.
"Do we know each other well?!"
Daryl thought about it and was honest.
"good."
"Then what kind of poor relative are you?! Can't you just go to the human world and do it yourself? Oh, I forgot, you guys in the abyss are also very poor—"
Bodong had a terrible headache.
"But even if you're poor, can't you just go buy it first and come back to me for the rest?"
Do you have to come to him with such a long list?
In the past, Bodong mostly just thought that Daryl was difficult to get along with and had a bad temper.
But we don't meet for long.
At this point, after meeting so many times, Bodong hadn't expected Daryl to be so thick-skinned.
And it also felt strangely familiar.
It's really killing me.
Can we not do this?
He doesn't want this familiar feeling!
What is this?
Does this mean that others have guns and I have food, so I am the granary of others!
I am one of the Twelve Great Gods after all!
And that little brat, where did he go? Did he go to meet their cub again?
Bodong was still very alert at this moment.
But Daryl shook his head slightly.
“I’m not really poor.”
After all, the pearls produced by the cub's tears are of such good quality that they are priceless in the human world.
Daryl's bag was filled with pearls like these.
But the main problem is probably...
Bodong looked at him as if he were a poor relative.
My face was full of disbelief.
Then Daryl opened his space bag and let Bodong take a look.
Bodong hesitated for a moment, but still leaned over to take a closer look.
"Oh, is this what your kid cried out for? He looks like he'd really like to raise him."
Bodong almost pinched his nose when he said this.
He pushed Daryl's hand away.
"What? Are you still planning to buy from me?"
Daryl shrugged.
Obviously, he wanted to rob.
But before he could say anything, Bodong, who had pushed his hand away, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Daryl's wrist.
"Wait a minute, what's with the power in you?"
Bodong's brows were tightly furrowed.
"What have you done? Why is your power so messed up?"
"Didn't I just tell you?"
Daryl casually pulled his hand away, unconcerned about his own battered body.
"I can't go to the human world recently."
A new round of physical explosion is about to begin.
"No—how long has it been since your last outburst?"
Bodong looked at him as if he were looking at a time bomb.
"No, did you do anything to the cub you picked up?"
It's not easy to raise cubs.
Especially the one Daryl picked up.
It's obvious that he had a hard time in the past.
I guess he has a lot of minor ailments.
But every time he saw the little mermaid, his condition was obviously getting better.
Bodong's eyes darkened.
"You're not going to tell me that you used the power of destruction to heal that little mermaid, are you?"
"Are you sick? Do you know that your authority doesn't allow you to do such things? The backlash will be severe—"
Daryl was dismissive.
"I know."
Who cares.
Bodong choked.
Damn, what a ruthless person.
No, what a cruel god.
He cursed, turned around angrily, and went to find the things on the list for him.
After you're done searching, leave early and don't bomb on his territory.
And in the garden.
The little mermaid was sitting aside, using the most common grass leaves in the garden, imitating his father, folding rabbits one by one.
Without their parents to guide them, the cubs are not good at paying attention to details.
I could only do it one after another, but either there was a problem with my ears or somewhere else.
After all, there is no perfect one.
Of course, the one made by following the parents' example was not perfect either, but the little cub still collected it carefully.
This is what his father taught him, and he must learn it well.
The little cub rocked gently.
Curved eyebrows.
"Ah, we meet again."
A gentle and soft childish voice sounded in my ears.
The little mermaid Yuzu looked up and saw Lan, whom she had met before, walking towards her with bright eyes and great interest.
"What are you doing? Are you making toys? Wow, so many little bunnies."
The little mermaid had a good influence on Lan.
And Lan is very beautiful.
He is the first friendly peer that the little mermaid meets.
The little fish likes it very much.
Although he couldn't speak, he just looked at Lan seriously with a smile on his face.
Lan seemed to realize this as well.
I learned from his parents that he couldn't speak, but I don't know why he couldn't speak, nor do I know if it can be cured.
But it was obvious that asking casually was not the way Lan was taught.
He sat down next to the cub.
"You've done so much."
He just sat aside and watched.
The little cub is still folding.
The rabbits are about to have a meeting.
Lan thought.
Doesn't he have any friends?
He doesn't have many either.
But why does he make so many rabbits?
Forget it, no matter what, when others are kind to you, you should also show kindness, tolerance and praise to others.
Not to mention that Lan is the master of the family, and they are the only two cubs of the Twelve Main Gods.
"These ears are beautiful... This little body is so round and cute."
Lan sat aside with a smile on his face, talking to the little cub.
Little Milo worked hard.
After a while, a grass rabbit with long ears and a fat body appeared in his hand. It looked much more delicate than the one his parents made for him.
"Wow, this looks great."
Then Milo handed the straw rabbit to Lan.
Lan: "Huh?"
The little mermaid smiled.
"For me?"
Lan was stunned for a moment, looked at the little mermaid, nodded, and took it carefully.
Why do so much?
Because I want to make the best looking one for you.
Lan looked at the grass rabbit in his palm——
Father God, he is really good.
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