Chapter 58 Like a
Zhuo Can stared at Him blankly.
What does this game mean?
Why say goodbye?
—Wait, say goodbye?!
Zhuo Can's mind moved, and an alarm bell in his mind was rang fiercely. The exhaustion of helping Lu Song save the company and the fear of losing Mian Li in recent days accumulated to the maximum at this moment, like a flash flood.
His pupils suddenly constricted: "Lili, you are not going to--"
The human was unable to finish his words.
His eyes were wrapped in ribbon-like golden light, and Zhuo Can's vision, speech and movement were restricted at the same time. In the dim light, he saw the young god floating crookedly.
He hadn't flown for a long time, and even at this moment he could only fly a few dozen centimeters off the ground, waving his hands like a little conductor playing music.
However, the conductor was the only one performing solo and there was only one audience member.
What was played was a elegy of parting.
His divine power is running low.
In the past, even putting an elephant to sleep was as easy as waving your hand.
Now it’s so hard just to “knock down” an adult human.
Zhuo Can stood there with his eyes wide open, feeling all the strength draining away from him.
He couldn't move. He couldn't do anything.
I could only try my best to engrave the appearance of the little fairy in my mind through the veil of light.
Disbelief, heartache, the urge to keep her—those eyes that Mian Li was so familiar with contained so many emotions.
The child's tears fell one after another.
It was not a flowing liquid, but turned into small transparent beads like a mermaid's tears, floating in the air mixed with golden light.
Before falling asleep, Zhuo Can was not thinking about "Why did you leave?", "Did they threaten you?", or "We can still find another way."
He thought, Don't cry, baby.
The last thing I want to see is you sad.
*
After confirming that Zhuo Can was unconscious, Mian Li wiped away her tears (although the more she wiped, the more tears came) and picked up Zhuo Can's phone.
He couldn't read, but he remembered Lu Song's portrait, which was a small seedling he found in the crevice of a rock when they went to the park together.
He picked up his phone and sent a voice message to Lu Song: "Lu Lu, Cancan is not feeling well. Can you come home?"
Although the information is fragmented, with Lu Song's ability to understand, there must be no problem.
All he had to do was leave before Lu Song arrived.
Mianli wiped his eyes, struggled to pull the quilt over, and covered Zhuocan with it.
Then pull his arms apart and lie down in it, just like when he sleeps in the arms of a human.
Mianli closed his eyes, feeling the warmth that he depended on and didn't want to leave.
After a while, the child climbed up again, and a layer of light pink membrane appeared around his body.
This is the power of isolation given by Xinzi and planted in his body by Him.
He had come here with great difficulty and danger, but now, He was going to destroy it with His own hands.
The translucent pink membrane separated from His body, expanding wider and wider until it became round, trapping the child inside like a giant bubble.
It seemed to be uncontrolled by gravity and slowly floated into the sky.
Mianli was swaying around inside, thinking that it seemed like he hadn't flown for a long time.
He comforted himself that by returning to the temple, at least his strength would be restored and he could fly wherever he wanted. Maybe he could even secretly fly to the human world when the Father wasn't paying attention to see Cancan and the others.
But, stay away from it.
It must absolutely not be discovered by humans.
The bubble grew bigger and bigger. Mianli closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to let the few remaining golden lights in his body overflow.
These pale golden lights seemed to have substance, gradually filling the inner wall of the bubble.
The divine power of the Lord God and the isolating power of the ancient ferocious beast engaged in an unprecedented confrontation to see who could suppress whom.
The little god's face turned red.
Xinzi gave Him the power of isolation and only needed to "eat" Him.
But on the other hand, if he wanted to break through this membrane without external help, it would become a very difficult task.
Choices always have a price.
It was not until Mianli felt a faint pain coming out from the cracks in his bones that the golden light finally gained the upper hand, and some of it was even about to break through the most vulnerable part of the pink bubble.
——Snap——
The balloons that human cubs love will explode when blown up to a certain size, and the same is true for the isolating power of ferocious beasts.
The huge bubble that wrapped around Mian Li finally couldn't withstand the pressure of the divine power and shattered at the weakest point.
Although it is a membrane and looks like a bubble, it is not really made up of a large amount of gas like a balloon.
To be honest, it was more like glass. After breaking, it shattered into millions of points in an instant, mixed with the light of the little god itself, and the pale pink and gold blended into countless fragments of light, filling the entire living room.
The sleeping gift that fell out of the broken bubble landed squarely on Zhuo Chan's neck.
Exactly the same as their first meeting.
But this time, humans would no longer stare at Him in amazement, and no one would carry Him around the room to introduce Him to the brand new world.
Mian Li didn't care about being sad, as he had just used the last bit of his divine power to destroy the power of isolation.
In other words, at this moment, the little fairy no longer has the source of power to be called a "god" and can be harmed at any time just like weak humans.
Although most people and gods favor Mianli, he is, after all, the only offspring of the God of Gods.
There are definitely quite a few forces that are eyeing the young god covetously.
In the past, they did not dare to act rashly because the young god was under strict surveillance and had immeasurable abilities; now they have nothing and are simply the perfect hostage and target.
He must return to the temple before someone with ulterior motives appears, so that at least there will be a trustworthy messenger of God to protect him.
Mianli climbed up from Zhuocan's neck, clasped her hands together and rested them on her chin, lowered her head and closed her eyes.
His current posture is exactly the same as that of the little angels praying for the world in all the portraits and picture books.
To some extent, that is exactly what He did.
The water bracelet on the wrist still did not appear because of the seal, but fortunately, the angel halo above the head slowly emerged.
He could feel that the communication channel with the temple was slowly opening after being blocked for several days.
*
As a young god, Mianli has the right to summon all the gods except the father god.
Likewise, the person being summoned must respond immediately.
After the channel is opened, two rounds of screening will be carried out, active and passive.
That is, those whom the Young God allows to appear, and those who are free and suitable to appear.
The process sounds troublesome, but it only takes a moment to complete.
Once the two are able to connect, the summoned person will appear.
When Feifei emerged from the void, he was still dressed as Mr. Fei from the company, with neat short hair and a suit and tie. He was completely different from the ancient hero with fluttering sleeves in Mian Li's impression.
He seemed to have just come from the company, and there was even an expensive pen in his breast pocket.
The child almost didn't recognize it.
Feifei knelt on one knee before the young god: "Your Highness."
Mian Li continued to look him up and down, his eyes full of distrust: "Are you Feifei?"
"Don't worry, it's me."
In fact, before coming to the human world this time, Feifei had not been in human form for long, and he had some difficulty speaking, which was why he was as slow as an old cassette recorder when Zhuo Can first met him.
After handling various affairs on behalf of the CFO at Lusong Company, his eloquence has improved dramatically. Not only does he no longer stutter, but he also speaks fluently. Maybe he will be able to debate with so-and-so after he returns.
Feifei felt that she finally understood: there are such benefits to coming to the mortal world, no wonder the young prince wanted to come.
But the little prince doesn't stutter when he speaks.
Feifei didn't quite understand again.
If you don’t understand, then don’t understand. Fish don’t need to remember their troubles for more than seven seconds.
Feifei first noticed Zhuo Can lying behind her: "This is..."
Mian Li blocked his view (even though she was so small that she couldn't block anything): "Don't worry about it."
Feifei nodded: "I understand."
He stood up and looked around.
He was so tall that he almost touched the chandelier in Zhuo Can's rental house.
This room, which was fine for Zhuo Can and spacious for the small Mian Li, seemed pathetically cramped to Fei Fei.
Feifei hesitated for a moment: "Is this the environment you live in?"
God would surely be heartbroken if he knew that His children lived in such a shabby place.
Although I’m not sure if God has such an emotion as “heartache”.
But the young god had been living a life of luxury since childhood, and the temple could provide him with a luxury that even the richest people in the world could not imagine.
How did He fit in here?
Feifei couldn't figure it out.
Feifei is Kun, a fish. Fish are not emotionless, but they are too pure and only recognize their owners.
The master does not need to be too attentive to him. As long as his survival needs are guaranteed, such as opening a huge lake in the sky that is even bigger than the North Sea, it will be enough for Kun.
Therefore, Feifei could not understand why Mianli regarded ridiculous human emotions as more precious.
But it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to put himself in other people's shoes to consider anything.
All he had to do was to complete the task assigned by the gods and bring the young god back to the temple intact.
Now he has done it.
He did not disappoint God.
Feifei kindly suggested, "Your Highness, do you need me to help you deal with this human?"
Mian Li looked at him warily: "Don't touch him!"
Feifei shrugged. The young god's attitude towards him had never been very good before, and after the Zhuo Can incident, things continued to go downhill.
Mianli bit her lip, seeming to have great doubts about what she was about to say.
Is He really going to say it?
Forget it, the power of isolation has been destroyed by my own hands, there is no way to go back.
The child stretched out his hand and called his name: "Fei Fei."
The child's voice is light and soft, like marshmallow.
Feifei didn't have much contact with the little prince, and for a moment she didn't understand what this seedling-like posture meant.
Mian Li saw him standing there like a wooden stake, and frowned unhappily: "Give me a hug!"
Feifei: “?”
Well, whatever the little prince says is what it is.
He bent down, put his hands under Mianli's armpits, and lifted the child up as easily as picking up a leaf.
This is Feifei’s first sleeping ceremony.
It turns out that the young god... is so light.
In his arms, it was only so tiny.
Feifei was quite shocked.
As a giant fish that far surpasses the ocean overlords on Earth, even if he transforms into a human form, he is much heavier than a human of the same height, in other words, he has a high density.
In Feifei's opinion, the young god who flaunted his power and wanted to dominate the temple more than anyone else was, if not more important than himself, not much less important either - after all, as he himself often said, "Li Li is the most powerful!"
As a result, He was as light as a kitten.
From a distance, it looked fierce and aggressive, but it was so obedient while lying in his arms.
Feifei, who has always been unsympathetic, actually felt pity for Mianli in her arms.
He realized with a panic that before becoming the God who would bear the fate of all things in the future, He was first a child.
Only three years old, he is more fragile than a kitten and needs to be cared for by everyone.
Mianli didn't dare to look at Zhuo Can anymore, fearing that if she looked at this house for a while longer, she would be unable to resist staying.
He raised his head and whispered, "Fei Fei, take me back."
Feifei lowered her head and looked into the eyes that looked very much like those of a god.
The outline is similar, but much softer and sweeter than the god.
At this moment, he suddenly understood everyone's love for him.
He is indeed worthy of being loved.
*
The channels between consciousnesses are opened and presented by light.
Silvery white, pale gold, or brilliant gold.
Colors representing different identities blend into the light and then invade consciousness.
But the true movement of flesh/shen through different time and space is like stirring coffee and milk, rotating centripetally.
Mianli fell to the ground dizzy and tried to regain his balance.
The surroundings are pure white, without any dust or noise. This is the purest and noblest palace in heaven and on earth.
He turned his wrist, and the water bracelet reappeared.
Although the lost divine power has not yet fully returned, at least the seal has been lifted.
The bracelet disappeared again, and the child continued to stare at his hands blankly.
It seemed like just a blink of an eye, and He returned from the earth to heaven.
And this time, it will be very difficult to see those humans again.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
A greeting came from the side, and Mian Li raised his head. Feifei had regained his waist-length black hair and was wearing a white robe with an immortal look. He was holding the hilt of the sword and waiting.
He is not Cancan.
Thinking of sleeping rituals.
So she is no longer the little Lili who can act coquettishly as she pleases, but the main god who needs to control a part of the world and cover the sky with one hand.
"Let's go."
The boy said.
The child's voice is still tender, but the innocence and liveliness seem to have faded.
He walked ahead, through the swirling clouds, toward the long ladder leading to the temple.
Feifei stood there for a while, holding the sword, looking at the little prince.
Suddenly I felt that this figure from behind looked a little like His Majesty.
A few days ago in the human world, he saw how the little prince was like an ordinary child, laughing and playing happily in front of those humans, and he seemed like two different people from the one in front of him.
If He had always been on earth, some things might have been simple, but it might have been a happy childhood.
After returning to the temple and growing up slowly over time, will he become a god without sorrow or joy, just like his father God?
Will He be like Your Majesty and never smile again?
It was rare for Feifei's fish brain to think about such an important and complex issue.
After seven seconds, I felt it was beyond my ability and gave up.
It doesn’t matter, as long as God is satisfied with the return of the young god, his mission will be successfully completed.
He followed.
For an adult, the ladder to heaven seems to take several years to climb, let alone a three-year-old child.
Mianli stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised his head, his neck was sore, and he could not see the end of the sky hidden in the clouds.
Feifei came over, leaning the hilt of his sword into the lower clouds. "Do you need me to carry you up?"
Mian Li didn't answer immediately, but closed his eyes and floated away.
The long-lost clouds and mist appeared beneath Him, and the golden light that would appear when He was "using His power" also returned.
After a while, the young god opened his eyes and said, "Father God is not here." He asked doubtfully, "Where did He go?"
There is a unique "way of communication" between gods and their messengers, and also between gods themselves.
In the absence of the power of isolation, Jiang Xiao could easily find Mian Li. Conversely, Mian Li could also roughly sense his presence, unless he was too complacent like before when he was playing in the human world.
At this moment, He returned, but God the Father did not wait as He had imagined.
Whether it's blaming or returning the power, you have to... you have to see it.
The little god, who was already feeling very sad, now had an additional layer of unspeakable loss.
Even though Father God would never hug or kiss Him like Cancan did, the child still wanted to see Him.
After all, it is the existence that gives him his bloodline, the source of all his power, and the place where he finds peace of mind.
Feifei gathered his hair. He didn't have the authority to presumptuously sense His Majesty, so he suggested, "Why don't you go back to your own paradise first?"
"Paradise" refers to the escape game that Zhuo Can once played in. It is a Rubik's Cube world created for Mianli by Jiang Xiao because he was afraid that Mianli would be lonely.
Mianli shook his head: "Lili needs to wait for the Father to come back."
Well, Feifei thought, since she had other plans, it would be a blessing to meet His Majesty in person, so she might as well stay here with Him.
but.
"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you up?"
When Mian Li's divine power was at its peak, even though the ladder to heaven was long, he could still reach it in a short flight.
But now he has only recovered partially. How many years will it take for him to walk step by step with his short legs?
Mianli opened his mouth and was about to put forward his idea when a large dark cloud suddenly floated over their heads, covering the area for several miles in shadow.
dark clouds?
wrong.
This is the temple of God. There is no sunshine or rain, no wind or clouds, no day or night. It is an eternal pure white chasm.
So there is no possibility of dark clouds.
Mianli and Feifei raised their heads at the same time.
The huge shadow that appeared above their heads was not a cloud at all, but a bird that was tens of meters long.
What a big bird.
Its feathers were also pure white, almost blending in with the background above the temple.
Only the beak is bright red, like a red plum blossom in the snow.
Its eyesight is very good and it can see thousands of miles away, and it can even see two small human figures in the clouds.
The big bird swooped down from the sky at a speed as fast as an arrow. In an instant, its bloody mouth appeared in front of the two people, and only the extremely bright red remained on their retinas.
It first used its big toe, which was several meters long, to kick away Feifei, who was eyeing it hungrily. Then it lowered its head, carefully picked up the collar of Mianli's clothes with its big mouth, brought it into the air, threw it upwards, and swallowed the little lord into its mouth!
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